HOPE AND HENRIK.

CHAPTER 15.

"You got my venom. When do I get to go?" Keelin snapped looking around the warehouse with all the coffins on stands. 

"As soon as I know it works," Hayley replied. 

"And when will that be?" 

"Believe me, you'll know when you see it." 

"You have to wake up Sleeping Beauty, right?" Keelin asked looking at the sleeping blonde beauty. "How do you do that? " As Hayley fed Freya the potion and Freya started to wake.

"You know, you ask a lot of questions." Hayley said looking at Freya awake now and sitting up, "Freya. Are you okay? "

"Did you get the ingredients?" Freya asked looking around and Hayley nodded indicating with her arm the table with the venoms and ingredients.

"Good, I need to begin. If I can't turn all that into a cure... Elijah and Kol are going to die."  

"How much longer do we have?" Hayley asked. 

"Maybe an Hour. Assuming they live that long." 

"Do you have everything we need? " Hayley asked as Freya went to the table.

"Venom from the Seven packs, along with Klaus's blood. Infused by my magic and magnified by the Dark Objects. It's going to take all of my strength and more than a little luck, but... it should be enough to fashion a cure to save my Brother's." 

"Should"? What do you mean "should"? As Hayley heard vehicles approaching and said, "We got company." 

"Hayley, let me go, please. If it's vampires, they're gonna kill me," Keelin pleaded. 

"They must have been tracking her," Hayley said with a frown to Freya. 

"Hayley, I need more time," Freya told her desperately as she worked with the ingredients as Hayley heard the gate creaking open, and indistinct chatter, 

"These guys are sketchy," Keelin offered. 

"Stay close," Freya commanded. 

"What are you gonna do? You gonna protect me?" Keelin asked the blonde. 

"No, I'm gonna use you as a shield," Freya sassed, as Hayley walked through the doorway to the other warehouse.

"Just so you know, Alistair is in a mood. He has his Men positioned all over Town awaiting his signal." Sofia informed him as he was going out the door to meet him. 

"Greetings, Marcel. I had hoped your decision to meet in this... ruin had meant you'd come to your senses. And yet I don't see Klaus's head upon a spike." 

"Apologies. I have been a discourteous host." Murmuring from the crowd as Klaus was led out, "You wanted him, you got him," Klaus groaned and panted chained with the heavy weight pale and panting. 

"Oh, Niklaus. How the mighty have fallen," Alister drawled mockingly. 

Marcel cringed on the inside this charade never coming easily to him, only he Davina, Vincent and Ansel knowing the truth and Hayley of course, "Pretty pathetic, chained, beaten. Half-starved. I should just kill him. After all, a wise Man said, "One cannot be free if one's oppressors continue to live." And what I've learned is, the best way to end your fear is to face it yourself. So, for you, a gift, the sword that you gave me, now laced with my venom. One slice will draw Klaus's blood and deliver the slow, death that he deserves. It would be..."