Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎

𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎

Pacing the room, Klaus bit his fingernails, "This isn't happening," talking to himself. Mumbling assuring words that his friend didn't just drive a blade into her heart. That his baby's mama ancestor didn't just kill his brother.

Everyone stood tensley waiting until Freya sensed Elijah in the pendant. Waiting until Alice had a vision of Rosalice. "Tell me Elijah's in there. That Rosalice is still alive."

Freya frowns, "I can't tell yet." She looks up at her brother. "I've been reaching out, but..." Words became hollowed out. Her attention snapping towards Alice who continued to hold a grave frown.

Jasper held his wife's hand not daring to change emotions this time. Watching as she did her work. Occasionally kissing her temple, assuring himself more than her.

They were all tired. That was known much. They had been fighting and planning for the entire day. Their energy diminished.

"You're exhausted." Hayley looks in between the two. "Just take some time to gather yourself."

"We've wasted enough time!' Klaus snaps. "My brother's soul is in that pendant, we need to find him and bring him back." Head snapping towards the seer he growls at her, "And my sister is bound to be alive you need to keep searching."

Hayley steps in, staring him in the eyes, "Klaus, give her a moment to breathe–"

Klaus interrupted, "We failed them once already."

"Enough!" Emmett in turn snapped along with the air. His family flinched at the tone of his voice and stood at the edge of their seat watching as he talked so boldly to the original hybrid. "Can't you see they're tired! You can give them the decency of a break–"

"They need to be found–"

"They wouldn't have wanted them to die at the expense of getting them back." Emmett spoke harshly, tried speaking the truth of what he knew.

He was tired of losing people he loved. First friends and family. His adoptive brother and sister. And now his niece and her husband. His shoulders sagged as emotions waved through him. Accepting all too quickly they were dead. Skipping over the process of grief and didn't want to wallow in front of anyone.

His voice grew quietly, "They're... gone." Two most hardest words to leave his mouth. Two words that weighed more than anything continued to weigh him down.

Freya tried and tried again. Alice looking more deeper more harder into the future. The original witch stammering, "There's just... nothing. There's—there's nothing there. I think he's gone." Tears blinking to existence.

"Try again."

"Klaus, I did try."

"I am asking you to try again. I know he's in there."

"Klaus..."

"Try again!"

Shaking her head, Freya looks at the broken pendant, crying silently, "I just need some time."

Pacing the room once more Klaus rambled and rambled letting his emotions run wild and free, "This is not happening. For a thousand years, my brother and I have walked this Earth. Countless times, death has come for us and countless times, we've denied her. He's not gone! He can't be."

Hearing a creak to the floorboard two Mikealson left awake. One battling asleep whilst the other's mind didn't allow him to fall into the world of slumber. Two brothers. Eldest and youngest. "What is that?" Salem dare asks.

Rosalie moves towards them, "Salem. Soren. Let's go back to bed." Wiping any emotion she had on her face, she pulled a soft look toward her great nephews.

Freya's eyes widened, staring at her nephew, asking softly, "Did you see that? Did you feel it?"

Salem steps closer to his aunt, grasping her hand. "Dad." He murmurs. Everyone seemed to relax. "He sounded so far away."

Klaus blinks, heaving. As he heard those words leave his nephew's mouth learning that his brother is still truly alive. "He's in there. You heard him, right?" Hayley asks.

Freya nods, "Yes, I heard him." Looking back down at her pendant. "He's somewhere inside, but..."

"But what?"

"His voice sounds distorted, broken, like radio static and I just heard... him screaming."

Soren moves towards Alice, having some kind of pull to her. Feeling a different kind of magic dancing along with his own. He felt the need to touch her skin to show her something he didn't quite grasp, didn't quite understand.

Moving the youngest member of both families. He raises a hand dragging a finger across her hand creating small designs. The magic that once danced with him crawled towards his great aunt allowing her to finally see.

To see a pathway of something so similar to her second sister that was taken too soon from them. Having a vision. Entwining their fingers together, Soren closed his hands as did Alice.

All attention on them.

Jasper whispered into her ear, "Darling, what do you see?"

Whispering in return, she reveals, "Her eyes. Opening."

In a room with two coffins laying side by side one body of an original and another of a hybrid. Blood coating one while dirt covered the other. A true version of 'till death do us part.

The body of the hybrid did its work sewing and reattaching broken skin together. Her skin flushing to a true pale. Pink no longer lingering around her skin. Blood flushing itself out replacing it entirely with venom.

It should've taken three days.

It only took three hours.

Eyes fluttering open.

The color red never looked better than the eyes of a newborn.