𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 . XXIII .

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The LaForge house was almost completely silent, anyone who walked past the house would assume it was derelict and abandoned yet dark forces were working away within. The dark witch had been powdering herbs using a mortar and pestle whilst her unwilling companion watched on from a few feet away. The hostage's caramel orbs continued to follow the other as she prepared her next sinful spell, what else could she truly do? No longer did Evelyn hold any control over her body,  all she had access to were her eyes and she wished she didn't. Being trapped within herself and seeing the tormenting and horrific display before her of what The Hollow was capable of was worse than anything she could imagine. From the moment they stepped into the derelict house she could see them, bodies, corpses of her fellow witches... garden district, french, ninth, tremé.. young, old... presumably willing and unwilling all scattered across the rotten floorboards, blood coating their faces... still and sacrificed. Is this what will happen to her? If Kol turned against them in order to save Davina? Would he do that? Not that Evelyn would blame him for such an action, if she found herself in his position... where it  was between her family and saving the one she loved... surely she would pick her family? Or maybe not, thinking about such a situation wasn't going to help her current situation. Right now all she could do was observe the world around her and be a hostage. 

Time and time again she was finding herself a victim, first when the ancestors vanished, then The Colisée, now this... she was growing tired of not being strong enough to protect herself let alone those she cared for. Yet once again... what could she do? Nothing. 

They'd been like this for hours now, the entrapped witch stood observing the hollow as she worked. No words spoken to her, just forced to endure the chilling silence and ponder her own fate. Even if Kol followed her every word, what trust could they have that Inadu would stay true to her word? How much of a change at survival actually remained? The Hollow had paused, raising her head slowly to look towards the door out onto the landing and where the entrance room of the house was situated. Evelyn could faintly hear footsteps, how she wanted to turn her head.. to do anything but remain still. 

The Hollow raised her right hand, twisting her wrist and the sound of what Evelyn presumed to be the front door slamming ricocheted throughout the building. There was a distant muttering which the LaRue couldn't determine from the distance, though as Inadu turned towards her she presumed she would find out. 

" You'll stay close, I want them to see you. " The Hollow spoke, a twinge of a grin forming at the corner of her lips as Evelyn felt her feet moving beneath her and walking further into the room and following as The Hollow silently opened the door. 

If she could, Evelyn would of gulped... what did she mean by them? who were they? The elder witch stopped on the landing, observing below something that the younger witch couldn't see. Footsteps could be heard moving below them as if they were standing right above whoever it was. There was a small moment of hope that filled Evelyn's chest, was it Kol? Was he there... had he completed his end of the bargain? Was she going to be freed? Inadu held her right hand out to the side and clenched it into a fist and the sound of clattering filled the air as the hollow began to make her way down the stairs, Evelyn forcefully following suit. With every step she could see more of what was happening, crumpled up in a pile towards the front of the room lay Freya, she could only assume that the hollow had just thrown the witch. Though her eyes soon returned to Inadu as she raised her hand once more, twisting it in the air and a clattering came from the rear end of the room. As Evelyn finished making her way down the stairs all she could see was Hayley, on the ground... not moving. She felt her heart shattering within her chest, there she was; Hayley, defeated with such ease and the only thing she could do was watch on. She couldn't help, couldn't call out to her friend, couldn't defend her against the dark witch who had also defeated her... 

This was her own personal hell that she was being shackled to. She begged silently from within herself, pleading for Hayley to get up; if she had use of her mouth she'd be screaming for her. ' Hayley, get up! Come on, you have to get up! '. 

The Hollow stepped forward, hands widely held either side of each other and began to chant above the unconscious Hayley, Evelyn did her best to determine what spell she was using... seemingly a trance-inducing dream, an ancient form of one but close enough that the younger witch could tell what was happening. The chanting lasted a few moments before Inadu turned to face Evelyn. 

' Move that one to the next room. ' She commanded and as if Evelyn was compelled to do so she obeyed and walked over to Freya and began to drag her by her hands into the other room, pulling her body over the corpses that engulfed the outer edge of the room. She hated this, this was torture. The way she was commanded to be so careless and rough with the moving of Freya's body ate at her soul. She would never do anything like this.. but a few weeks ago she had been in awe of one day meeting the powerful witch, to free her from her slumber as she had promised Hayley she'd do. She admired Freya, held great respect for her... dragging her limp body into a room and leaving her there was far from the respect she wanted to show the other. 

Evelyn dropped Freya's arms and stepped back from the girl before turning and walking back through the door she had just entered from, standing on the outskirts of the entrance room and moving her eyes to watch The Hollow, kneeling over Hayley and forcing a syringe into the woman's neck. It was the wolfsbane that The Hollow had acquired earlier, Evelyn wanted to rush over, to fight the monstrous witch even if it meant dying there within the LaForge house... anything but just watching. 

Had she just witnessed the beginning of the end for both Freya Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall-Kenner? Was this the end? All of this time... everything they all sacrificed for it all to end like this... 

and all she could do was watch.