Dispersora | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 34

She wasn't wrong.

"Oh my god, Klaus!" cried Yara when he admitted to her and Freya the next morning that he'd been having visions all night brought on by The Hollow. "Why– why didn't you say anything?'

"I thought they were only dreams, that it was my own fear keeping me awake," he murmured.

"Tell me again what happened at this ritual," prompted Freya worriedly, offering him a bowl. "And pour your blood in this."

He did as told. "I fought evil, and I saved children. I should be given a medal. Instead, I've been infected by some depraved ghost."

"Well," said Freya, "I know purging spells and cleansing rituals, so I can fix this. In the meantime, have you considered that you're not the only one infected?"

Yara's heart dropped into her stomach. "Marcel... Shit. Klaus, what did your visions consist of? Was he in them?"

"No, but my father was. Mikael. Goading me to kill my enemy."

"So if Marcel is who The Hollow wants you to target, chances are he may be seeing something similar."

He groaned in frustration. "Then that means we're all on the chopping block."

"I'll get him," said Yara, already making for the door. "If you purify both, it should be fine, right, Freya?"

"Yes–" began Freya.

"No!" said Klaus. "Not yet. If The Hollow can look into me, then I can look back at it, find out what it is, what it wants."

"That's too dangerous!" shrieked Yara. "You'd be opening your mind to it!"

"This thing came after Hope. I have to try."

Freya hesitated. "Fine, but I'll give you only an hour to try. And something else." She held up a dagger. "This, for now, will dagger Marcel. It's similar to the one Kol made for you. At least if he comes for you, we can put him to sleep."

"Don't worry, love," said Klaus, noticing the fearful way that Yara eyed the dagger. "I won't use it unless I absolutely have to. I'll be back, I promise." He cupped her face to kiss her, then took the dagger and walked out.

Yara rubbed the back of her head. "What do we do in the meantime? Is there a way to keep it out of other people's heads? Perhaps like that tea you made for Dahlia's kenning spell?"

"Yes, that should be possible. I'll try to whip up a recipe. I recommend you talk to Marcel... make sure he comes to be purified. I think it may be harder for him to resist the urge to hurt Klaus if it comes to it, given the lingering anger because of Davina's death."

"I'll see if I can bring him here to be purified."

Marcel was less keen on fessing up to his symptoms, but admitted them once Yara pressed on. "Yeah," he muttered, side-eyeing a female vampire and a man who were waiting for him in the corner of the St. James Infirmary. Yara could swear she vaguely recognized the woman, but she wasn't sure from where. "Fine, I am having symptoms. That's why I called in reinforcements. Cami tried to walk me through purging it but it's too strong. This is my friend Sofya, she's a slightly-associated partner of The Strix. And the witch she brought is a colleague, Dominic."

Yara pretended she didn't know Sofya at all, but when the woman turned, she definitely knew she had seen her before. And heard of her. A mercenary turned with the purpose of hunting down Klaus after he killed her family at a wedding in Kalach, Russia. She remembered scolding Klaus for it when they became friends, but hadn't run into Sofya during her travels, even while in Russia.

The woman must've known who she was, but she doubted Sofya knew that Yara was aware of what her mission in life had been. They were nearly the same age, with Yara only a little older.