You Don't Know What I'd Do For You (Love you like oxygen)

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*A/N* Alright, nice, quick chapter, here we go. I'm lazy so we're just getting right into it because I cannot possibly wait any longer to write this. This chapter is still part of the trigger warnings, we are not at the fluff yet. Enjoy!

Freya had cracked right down into the spells. Channeling four vampires, three of them Originals, while being an Original witch herself made quick work of the many layers of magic that surrounded the barn, though it no doubt gave away their position. "They know we're here, we have to go," she urged, allowing herself to be swept off her feet and carried into the range of the barn.

As powerful as the New Orleans witches were and despite the fact that they vastly outnumbered the Mikaelsons, it could hardly have been considered a fight. The five of them working together resulted in a beautiful, terrible, deadly dance. In their wake was only blood that pooled on the ground, hearts that had been torn from their ribcages, and heads that had been ripped off of their shoulders. No survivors were left behind.

It was the perfect hurricane. Marcel was the calm before the storm, tranquil and collected but then exploding out in a flash of fangs to attack the poor, unsuspecting soul. Freya was the rain, hammering down spell after spell, disorienting her victims and leaving them blind and helpless to their fate as her magic poured down on them. Klaus was the wind, whipping through the witches' numbers with a wild roar and decimating everything in his path. Rebekah was the thunder, loud and beautiful, rolling and crashing in, shaking the whole world. Kol was the lightning, precise and accurate, vamping head-on at his target, closing in on them then brutally slaughtering them before going on and striking again. Together, they were an unstoppable force of nature, you couldn't fight it, you couldn't hide, you could only run.

Going into the barn was like entering the eye of the storm, it was eerily quiet, the air didn't move. All of their ears were tensed, muscles, fangs, and magic ready to attack within a second's notice if Mikael or Esther, or even Finn decided to pop their little heads out of their hiding. Family, friend, or foe, whoever dared to get in their way would be dead before their body hit the floor.

But the house stayed completely still as the Mikaelsons followed the stench of blood and vervain down several flights of stairs, heavily guarded with magic. Down, down, down they went into the suffocating, overwhelming darkness. Until they were sure it would consume them and not even the most enhanced of vision could have seen two feet in any direction. Suddenly, Freya stopped along one of the many stone walls, lifting her hand and touching it carefully with her fingers.

As all eyes turned to the eldest sister, she pressed her palm flat against the stone and murmured a short, clipped, ancient Latin spell that seemed to echo around the room. The second that she had uttered it, the wall disappeared into thin air, granting them entrance into a scene that would rival that of their very worst nightmares. Something that none of them would have ever- could have ever pictured. This was something that would have taken a particularly strong spark of sadistic creativity even for Esther and Mikael.

The room was lit softly by multiple candles all around that bounced off the stone walls encasing the place. It stank of rotting, blood, burning, charred flesh, all manner of chemicals, metal, vervain, you name it. The smell was so overwhelming that Klaus honestly thought he might be sick but he swallowed the rising bile in his throat and stepped into the room. He looked around at the multiple tables set around all over the room, draped in previously white, but now blood stained, cloths and covered in arrays of torture instruments.

But in the center of the stone tomb, surrounded by all of this horror, was Elijah. Bruised, bloodied, chained, and broken, but Elijah all the same, and never in their lives did they think they would ever be so incredibly glad to see their brother. Klaus crept forward, scared that it might be an illusion, that maybe Elijah was already long dead and they were walking into a trap, that maybe Elijah was passed the point of saving.