Dispersora | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 21

Dahlia wasn't getting any rest.

"Thanks for letting me know," said Yara, phone propped on the counter while she fed Hope her bottle and occasionally dipped forward to draw a sip from her own blood bag. "Yes, we'll be here. Bye." She hung up and let out an aggravated huff. "Well, Hope, I have some bad news, my girl."

The baby stopped sucking on the bottle, which Yara set aside to look into her eyes, "Bitchy Great Aunt Dahlia killed Josephine La Rue. She used her corpse like a puppet and said if we don't hand you over by nightfall tomorrow, she's gonna come and get you herself. And what do we say when people like that are trying to hurt us? Caralho não." (T: Fuck no.)

Hope only gurgled in response, but Yara assumed she was responding in her head.

"Here's what we're going to do, my love," said Yara, holding her on her hip as she cleaned up their breakfast. "Since we can't just sit here and wait around, we're going to use our laptop..." she propped it up, "And give your aunties and uncles a call to see what the plan is. Better than having everyone come here, right?"

She dialed Rebekah's number, waiting for her to respond to the FaceTime. "Okay, here are my ideas," she said, patting Hope's back to burp her while she waited for Rebekah to gather the others. "We can't be here like sitting ducks; Dahlia will just find her again. So, we figure out where she is and strike as Hope and I are headed to the next safe house where Cami is waiting for us, just in case."

"That would be wonderful," said Rebekah. It didn't escape Yara's notice that Freya wasn't present. "If we had the bloody ingredients. Someone–" she glared at Klaus, "is hiding them."

"I am not," said Klaus stubbornly.

"You hid Mikael's ashes! He's a Viking, we need Viking ash–"

"And we're already having to acquire more Norwegian soil," added Kol sourly. "No, making the weapon will have to wait. We need to move you before that, Yara."

"I don't want us to be bounced around. How, pray tell, are we going to be going all over the place when she's just going to keep finding us?"

"That's where the magic comes in," said Kol. "I was just thinking– Dahlia is drawn to Hope's magic. It's how she keeps finding her. So, we stop her from doing magic."

"But how do we do that? I wasn't even aware she was doing it, I thought it was just her magical signature–?"

"She's a tribrid, the power is spilling out of her. Part of it is the signature, the other part is her doing small spells. So we halt that. I think we can make a smaller version of those antimagic manacles. Put something on Hope to stop her from doing magic, even redirect the signal. To Dahlia, it'll be harder to track, but anything she does find will tell her Hope is here... when really she'll be somewhere else."

"Are you sure that would work? Even with someone as powerful as Hope?"

"Positive. All witches are susceptible to lobelia flower. To that effect, I've got Davina seeing if she can make bombs for us to use on her. At least if she gets close we can try to suppress her magic and give us the upper hand. She gave us a right beating yesterday. Reminded me of Mikael." He smirked when he saw Elijah and Rebekah's faces. "What, too soon?"

Klaus was the only one who mildly appreciated his quip, but he made no sounds of approval. "Make the bombs, then. And that device to suppress Hope's magic."

"Sure. As long as you hand over the ashes."

"Klaus," urged Yara when she saw him grimacing. "Be cooperative, please? They're not the ones you need to be having a problem with."