The Other Mikaelson- Book 3 (On hold)

Chapter II

"We have the Guerreras where we want them. We have them waiting, we have them worried, and now, we know they're an army with no defenses against an Original, much less two Originals and the Original Hybrid!" Klaus told his siblings when they were back at the compound.

"We don't know that for certain," Elijah replied.

Keira shrugged. "I'm willing to gamble."

"It's too risky! The stake didn't just disappear, someone has it."

"One enemy at a time! In the end, we'll murder them all."

Klaus sat down and looked up at the full moon, before sitting down a bit weakened. "Tonight, we just have to plant the right seeds, and for that, we need help."

Hayley joined the Mikaelson's as they planned.

"We're taking the twelve original rings. Now, four of them sit on the hands of the Guerrera brothers. One on Oliver, one on Francesca, three with the home security detail, and the rest scattered amongst her lackeys. Now, each ring is distinguishable by its setting-- gauche, like those that wear them," Elijah said.

"If they believe they can get their hands on the stake, they will come for me when I am weak. Each ring you retrieve will strengthen me, but I will still at a disadvantage," said Klaus.

"Ergo, any hope of our success depends entirely upon our working together," Keira looked at Klaus and Hayley. "The two of you can no longer afford to retreat to separate corners."

The two stared at each other. "This is our fight. Are you ready for battle, Hayley?" Klaus asked.

"Just promise me that Francesca doesn't come out of this alive," the wolf replied.

"Her head will be delivered to you on a silver platter, little wolf."

Elijah turned to leave. "I'll deal with the last piece of the puzzle."

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Some of the wolves arrived in the place Cami tricked them into going to, looking for the white oak stake. "Start from the corners. Work the room from the outside in," said one of them.

As they looked around, a blur of dark clothing and brown hair circled the room and disappeared. "Huh, look what we have here," said another wolf as Marcel appeared on a platform near the ceiling. While the wolves were distracted, Josh quietly locked the door, locking everyone in.

"I know your boss wanted to buy this place, but... I've been stockpiling wolfsbane for months, and I just really needed a place to store it!" Marcel said, holding his hands out and proving he was part of the Mikaelson family with his pose. Then he held up a lighter to the fire alarm sprinklers, and wolfsbane sprayed out everywhere.

The werewolves screamed in pain, their faces burning, when Keira appeared next to Marcel.

"Glad we didn't mix up the wolfsbane and vervain," she said. "Now, remember what I taught you about chopping limbs off?"

 Both vampires jumped off the platform, and began to chop hands off.

"This is really fun!" Keira smirked, ripping someone's ring finger off. One of the wolves desperately tried to open the door, and Marcel ripped his hand off.

"I'm gonna need that," he said, pulling another ring off.

One of the wolves tripped over the chaos and scratched her head, bleeding. Keira smiled at her, wiped the blood off her head with her finger, and licked it.

"Bad dog," she said. The wolf screamed as the vampire ripped her arm off.

As the wolves dropped dead, mostly having bled out, Keira stared at Marcel gleefully.