Dispersora | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 7

Nothing felt different.

"How can we be sure it worked?" asked Yara, laid beside Hayley, the two feeling the same as before.

"It worked," said Davina, tilting her head as she hovered her hand over Yara's belly. "I can feel it."

"I anticipate a lack of symptoms," said Elijah curiously. "After all, you are still a vampire. You can heal from nearly any injury. You will likely not be plagued by morning sickness or aches in your back and feet."

"I hope not," said Yara nervously. She sat up, finding it just as easy as it'd been since becoming a vampire. "Well, that's that."

Hayley cast her a grateful smile. "Truly... thank you for this. For giving me a choice. I hope, if I stay in this city, that we can be friends."

"I'd like that. I wish you the very best in finding your family. Or something about them, anyway."

Marcel's eyes flickered to a birthmark on Hayley's shoulder, something Yara had also noticed. She hadn't yet had time to inquire what had happened to the Crescent Wolf Pack. She still remembered her old friend, Lana, who'd liked Elijah very much.

How glad she was that Mikael was dead. It still haunted her to remember the way Lana and Marcel had been strung up. So violent. So unexpected.

She almost hated Mikael as much as she hated her own father.

"If you need anything, please be sure to let us know," Elijah offered kindly as Hayley made her way out. "As for the link between you and Sophie Deveraux–"

"It's gone," said Davina, folding up the spell that she'd been given, courtesy of Esther's grimoire. "Went away when the baby was transferred. There's no reason for Hayley to be linked anymore. She'll be safe."

"Then our deal with Sophie Deveraux is off," said Elijah firmly. He waited until Hayley was gone to add, "Now that we know what the witches truly intend, we must find a way to work through it."

Davina looked up at Marcel, who hesitated. "The Harvest can't be completed unless an Elder does it," he said. "There's only one Elder remaining."

"Wonderful," said Klaus. "Then we'll lop her head off."

"Won't Davina lose power, too?" asked Yara, confused.

"I don't care if I do," said Davina meekly, standing close to Marcel, as if nervous to even be in that house. "I just don't want to die. What if I don't come back?"

"Maybe there's another way," said Yara. "Witches can give up their magic, I've seen it. If you put it in an object or in another person, you'd be free of the burden. They can do whatever they want with it. You can live a normal life and they can do with it what they please. Or even just getting rid of it and... I suppose... killing the Elder could, in combination, ensure you're not affected. You can keep the little token and only do magic from it when you wish to."

"That could work," said Marcel. "Hey, it's okay." He hugged Davina. "Let's get you back, okay, you'll be fine. We'll figure something out."

"Thank you for your help," said Yara kindly, noticing the way he held her.

It's just the way I used to hold him.

Davina was more than just a girl he rescued. He thought of her as his adopted daughter.

"Well, I'm off to find that last Elder," said Klaus once Marcel and Davina had left. "I'd prefer the witches had no power here. The less they can do, the less they can meddle with us."

"Not so fast, Niklaus," warned Elijah. "What, pray tell, are you doing?"

"Going to kill an Elder."

He gestured to Yara. "You have just subjected her to surrogacy and you have not once asked her how she is feeling or what you can do to accommodate her."