Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❝ that was annoying. ❞
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
ENOLA WAS SITTING AT THE KITCHEN ISLAND. She was waiting for her husband to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. It has been a month. Thanksgiving was over and Christmas was right around the corner. Coffee is percolating gently and her mood is mellow. She has been really happy lately. Just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing that it probably will not last very long—which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. She supposed life always ends badly for almost everybody. You must have long fingers to catch whatever you can while it is passing by in a blur.
"Somebody help!"
And there goes the peace Enola had spent the past month curating. She reluctantly pushed her fresh cup of coffee aside to investigate. Klaus had left to go shopping for their Christmas feast with Cami, Elijah went to retrieve Rebekah from the ocean, and Freya was out looking for a magical solution to their witchy problems. So it was only her and her daughter—who was currently napping upstairs—in the compound. You can imagine her surprise when she strutted into the courtyard to find Jackson carrying a barely unconscious Freya. He carefully set her down on the couch.
"What the hell happened?" Enola questioned in disbelief.
"She got jumped. Three vampires all dressed like yuppies." Jackson explained shortly.
"The Strix," Enola sighed.
"She needs your blood," Jackson said.
Enola nodded, taking the seat beside Freya. She bit into her wrist with elongated fangs before carefully pressing it to her lips. She allowed her to take a few mouthfuls of blood before the sound of hurried footfalls on cobblestone caught her attention. She glanced towards the entrance of the compound to find Hayley rushing into the room.
"What's wrong?" Hayley breathlessly questioned. "I heard yelling."
"They took it. The medallion—the serratura." Freya whispered, slowly sitting up. "I was meeting with a witch from the bloodline who built the lock. I was hoping she could help me destroy it, but it's not possible. She said the only way to get rid of it is to use it. We have to get it back and lock something else away. Anything but our family."
"Great," Hayley nodded. "Why don't we pay Tristan a visit and ask him really, really nicely?"
"I would love to pay Tristan a visit," Enola smirked deviously.
