Dispersora | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 28

Days passed with no news.

Marcel had gone radio silent, which Yara assumed was a good thing. It was likely that Aya was watching him like a hawk and he was doing what he needed to survive. It didn't stop her from hating every second of it, but she wished for it to mean that the de-linking wasn't ready to be carried out; surely he would have managed to rip away and warn them if it was time.

"Still nothing," said Freya one morning. "I suggested that we try to brainstorm what has happened so far, what may happen yet."

"Good," said Yara tiredly, drinking coffee even though it would do nothing to strip away the emotional exhaustion of waiting for news. She, Kol, and Freya were forbidden from going out to search on foot. It had been lonely in the Compound, no visitors allowed. "The prophecy says the three remaining Originals will fall by friend, family, and foe."

"We can assume Rebekah was fallen by either foe or family," said Freya. "I'm inclined to say family because we had to make the decision to dagger her... I suppose I'm hoping desperately that we're not meant to anticipate a larger betrayal on behalf of those of us who remain. But if we think of her being fallen by family, that leaves friend and foe. Elijah and Klaus have a lot of foes, thankfully not so many friends."

"But, if you are so determined to find foe amongst friends, then look no further than Marcel," said Klaus, eyeing Yara as she stared at the bookshelf where Hamlet had been put away.

"Marcel is the least of our troubles," said Elijah impatiently. "You know as well as I that we would have risked a great deal of conflict if the wolves had thought us responsible for Jackson or Hayley's deaths. You ought to remember the reason you have your daughter. Not to mention that Hayley and Jackson have both vowed to protect her and will teach her because, in time, she will become the Alpha of that pack. Marcel did what he had to do, as Yara reminded us."

She smiled weakly, glad Elijah seemed to be less cross than Klaus, but it didn't make her feel any better about the situation. "Marcel or no Marcel, we know who's really running things in The Strix. Aya. She and her posse are eager and free to break the sire line whenever they please. If they sever that link, they'll come for us all. And given the things we know about all of us and our misdeeds, I don't doubt those enemies would stoop low enough to hurt Hope. Let's not forget there were many that tried to stop her from being born."

"They cannot kill us unless they have the white oak," whispered Elijah pensively.

Klaus didn't seem to understand that he was only brainstorming. "Aurora has the last of it," he snapped.

"Then she dies first."

"You once told me you wanted to use her head as a footstool. Why wait?"

"We need to find her first," said Kol, munching on one of Yara's loquats, given the bowl had remained untouched. "Or have someone find her."

As it turned out, someone already had.

The Crescents had had another incident with poachers, and in getting rid of them, had discovered a path that led to an abandoned train car at St. Charles Yard with voice coming from within. Hayley had overheard a conversation between Aurora and Aya, something about a way for the younger de Martel sibling to see Tristan again.

Elijah and Klaus had left before Yara could think clearly. It reeked of a trap the more she thought of it, and it was confirmed when Hayley and Marcel arrived with a barely-able-to-move Lucien.

They hadn't needed someone close to them to lure them into a trap. They just needed someone they wanted to hurt bad enough to go ahead without a plan in place.