-Book 2-
A Niklaus and Elijah Mikaelson love interest book.
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Phoebe is back in the city of New Orleans against her own will. Things take a turn for the unexpected and she is for...
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The majority of my life has been a big game of cat and mouse. The witches hunting me and I...
Run.
Hide.
Do whatever is necessary to make sure the game continues and I stay free, out of the hole they kept me in.
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My eyes closed as lean against the wall and I run my fingers across the dirty on the ground, mapping out the catacombs that are outside this cell. I hear the door to my dark cell opening and one of the witches walks in with my daily feeding of blood.
She leaves it in the middle of the room as she makes sure to keep out of reach from me, scared I will rip open her throat like I had done to the witch who had her job before her.
I wait for the door to shut before moving forward and grabbing my cup of blood, being stuck in this cell for years taught me to saviour the blood and not to just drink all in one go. I take a sip and the pain of my veins rubbing together eases and I let out a small sigh.
The door opens again and I hear multiple people approaching me. I know what was about to happen so I close my eyes and try imaging being anywhere but here.
"Phoebe!" a voice yells out, making me open my eyes but that doesn't help because even with my eyes open all I can see is darkness.
I close my eyes again and just listen to the footsteps as the move to circle me, making me the middle point of their witchy circle.
The head witch steps forward and starts a spell, chanting it out. The chanting starts out soft but start to get louder as each witch in the circle join in, chanting the spell.
I try to siphon the magic of the spell they are doing on me but with only a little blood running through my veins there was nothing I could do without desiccating myself.
I feel the spell enter my mind but I felt no change or any different from the spell. I open my eyes again, looking around but still see nothing and can still only hear the chanting of the witches.
