A Twist Through Time (A TVDU fic)

Chapter 28

In New Orleans, a few hours after Hope Mikaelson collapsed and her heart stopped beating at the party, Marcel Gerard was standing in the doorway of one of his spare bedrooms, staring at the corpse of the witch-werewolf hybrid that was laying on the bed. While he looked at her, he couldn't help but think of what had happened just a few hours earlier.

Once he finished clearing out the party after the sudden death of the mysterious werewolf that also happened to be a witch, Marcel carried the witch to just outside the cemetery, which was witches territory. He was not sure how kindly they would take to accepting a hybrid into their cemetery, even in death. He knew some witches would consider her an abomination, just as they did for Klaus, but he hoped that the fact the girl was deceased would cause them to be more open about taking in her and having her join their afterlife. He wasn't sure exactly what it was that the witches did with the bodies of their dead witch members of the community, but he knew that it was important to them. This could help him create better peace between the witches and the vampires since he had no way to deal with witches of this power yet, despite his dislike for them. However, when the vampire ruler of New Orleans reached the witch territory at the gate of the cemetery, the response he received from Jane-Anne Deveraux was not one he was expecting.

"She is not a witch" Jane-Anne informed Marcel once he explained to her why he was here with the corpse of an eighteen or nineteen year old girl. A few curious witches stood at the distance, ready to help their friend and coven member if the situation occurred where they would need to intervene.

"I know she is dead, but you have traditions involving the bodies of the witches in New Orleans. She is not from the city, but I thought you might still want her here with the other witches." Marcel explained, unsure of what the teenager herself would have wanted done with her body. He usually would have just disposed of the body himself, but he wanted to continue having as close to peace with the witches as possible, and perhaps this corpse would do just that. Besides, he had liked the werewolf witch hybrid, no matter how very short of a time he had known her. There was something even more curious about her, but the king of New Orleans could not quite figure out what the missing pieces of the puzzle were.

"No, you're missing what I'm saying, Marcel" the witch replied, her gaze steadily on the vampire. "This girl that you brought to us is no witch,  not even a deceased witch. Witches can sense the power of other witches, even dead ones. This girl has none. There is no magic flowing through her. Whatever you were informed, Marcel, it is not the truth. Not unless-"

"Unless she had vampire blood in her system when she died" Marcel realized. It was the only way for a witch to stop becoming a witch, even in death, but a werewolf could not become a vampire unless they were Klaus. It was not compatible with their bodies, so Hope would likely be truly dead very soon in an unpleasant death.

"Which makes her your problem" Jane-Anne said, taking a step back past the boundary where Marcel could not cross.

There was no need for her anymore if this teenager that could have once been a witch was now a vampire in transition. If the teen was smart, she would let herself die rather than enduring an eternity of bloodlust and suffering and turning into something far worse than she likely had been before. Besides, most witches that had gotten themselves in this sort of situation did not want themselves to be disconnected from nature for the rest of their immortality after it was such an integral part of them while they were alive.

Hope Mikaelson slowly opened her eyes and winced at the sounds she was hearing in the distance. She blinked her eyes and focused, her hearing dialing down a bit as she spotted Marcel Gerard, who was both her adoptive brother and her uncle. She climbed out of the bed, feeling very different than she had when she passed out at the party, but she couldn't quite place the feeling that she was experiencing. It was as though something was wrong with her body. The body that usually felt as though it contained more energy than she could possibly need felt as though her life was drained away from her. Her body was weaker, and spotting herself in the mirror showed she didn't exactly look great either.