𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
Humans reveled in the idea of immortality, but those who possessed it were...
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The weight of her unconsciousness felt like a warm blanket on a frigid winter morning. She had no desire to awaken and face the realities of what lay before her. Yet a pesky voice continued to yank her back into reality.
"I'm alive," Astra sighed as her hands trailed across her torso where a gaping wound should have been.
"You sound disappointed," she heard a light laugh from across the room. "I can stab you again if you'd like."
"That won't be necessary." She gathered all of her strength to roll herself sideways on the makeshift bed. Glancing around at the shuttered windows and the dust-covered boxes, she gathered they were in some type of attic. "I assume since I don't feel close to death, Kol had something to do with this."
"He fed you some blood," Davina confirmed, moving to help her fellow witch sit up. "The vampire blood helped with the wound, but everything else is going to slow you down a bit."
"Everything-" she began to ask but then realized she didn't have an intense desire to rid the world of Niklaus Mikaelson. Well, none more than the normal amount she typically felt. "You found the cure?"
Davina had moved back across the room to a chest that seemed out of place in the dirty attic. It was clean, but Astra could tell by the inscriptions on it that it was ancient.
"We stole this from the latest Strix headquarters we raided," Davina explained as she picked out the bottle she was looking for and brought it over to Astra's inspection.
"You've been raiding Strix's holdings?" She felt like her head was spinning. Last she heard, Kol and Davina were traveling the world and hiding from the Strix so they couldn't use Davina's magic in whatever scheme they had cooked up.
"Of course," Davina shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Kol wasn't about to abandon his family to some prophecy that spells their death. He may fight with them, but he doesn't want them dead. Or he does, but he wants it to be on his terms. I haven't really figured that one out yet."
"Don't bother," Astra laughed, it was nice to have another outsider in the Mikaelsons. She had been dealing with their chaos on her own for too long. "It's impossible to understand their dealings with one another. I'm convinced they aren't even sure themselves."
Astra was momentarily distracted by the delectable smell coming out of a nearby paper bag. Kol must have remembered her penchant for seafood and picked her up a shrimp po'boy to replenish her energy. She dug into the sub while encouraging Davina to recount the adventures she had been through over the last few weeks.
"Well after you told us I had to give up my position with the witches and flee," Davina began, her tone turning weary. "I wanted to just go lay on a beach somewhere but of course, Kol wanted to figure out who the threat was to his family."
The women exchanged tired smiles. It was exhausting loving a Mikaelson. Their enemies were plentiful and the work was never done. There wasn't much time for relaxing on beaches.
