The Good Daughter

Forty two

"Undaggered the whole family just for me?" I held a fresh blood bag in my hand. I was sick of blood.

I'd choked on enough of it.

This couch was too soft.

These clothes were too clean.

After so long in my own filth...

Elijah frowned. "You were missing for weeks, no one could find you, not even a location spell."

"The man, he had a witch, probably a whole coven." I stood, this time only stumbling only a little. My head spun endlessly.

"You are unwell, Morgan." Nik stepped closer.

He was the closest.

"I'm fine."

"Lies are unbecoming." Elijah had snuck up on me and with hardly any effort, sat me back on the couch, my blood bag in his hand. "You need to drink."

"No." I pushed it away.

Finn watched from a shady corner. The sun wouldn't kill him but it'd set everything around him on fire.

Where were Bekah and Kol?

"A vampire who won't feed? Odd for someone who was raised by you, brother." Fin already wasn't a fan.

Yay.

"I want to go see my brothers. We weren't on good terms before I was taken and I need to fix it."

"Not until you've had some blood." Elijah moved the bag in front of me again. "And you'll need an escort."

"I've been in chains. I won't be shadowed because some stupid fucker stole me away, I never did anything."

Damn it, I wanted to be alone.

"It's not as a punishment, dear one." Elijah crouched down in front of me. "Entertain an old man's worry."

"You guys being there won't be very good for fixing it with my brothers. Nik compelled Stefan and you tortured Damon."

The front door opened and I couldn't help the  jump.

Rebekah and Kol, who dragged Bonnie by the arm.

"Let her go!" I moved to stand but Elijah's hand on my wrist stopped me.

"I will once the witch has told me what has been done to you." Kol brought her to sit by me.

"That's not how you taught me to treat witches."

"I haven't hurt a hair on her head, yet she will help us just the same."

Bonnie hugged me then. "We were worried about you."

Why did so many people have to touch me? I wrapped my arms around her too. "I'm okay."

She pulled back and surveyed the still unhealed damage. I tugged at my sleeves, grabbing the blood bag from Elijah's waiting hand, and scooted to the far side of the couch.

There were far too many people crowding me, and I needed to breathe.

"What do you expect me to be able to do here?" Bonnie eyed Kol. "I'm still learning magic."

"From what Niklaus has told us, you're an accomplished enough witch. A diagnostic spell should be simple." He crossed his arms.

"I don't know how."

I rolled my eyes. More annoyed at the situation than at her. They wouldn't stop fussing until they knew what exactly was wrong, and I wouldn't be able to see my brothers if they were fussing. I turned, crossing my legs and extending my hands. "It's been performed on me many times, I should know it."

Bonnie glanced at the others. 

"We're letting a witch inside her head?" Rebekah's brow raised.

"She's done it before. Morgan knows what she's doing." Kol's gaze swung onto Bonnie. "Search her memories, and I'll remove your head from your shoulders."

"It's okay, Bonnie." I nodded at her and she hesitantly took my hands.

She closed her eyes, as did I, and I pictured the old spell, every word.

Bonnie began to chant them.

There was a warm sensation that stretched through my limbs, curling at my fingertips and toes, and at the top of my head.

Then a tickle at the back of my mind. "Focus Bonnie. You're doing alright, nothing interesting there."

Her brow furrowed, and her eyes opened.

"What did you find?"

She grasped my sleeve and pushed it up my arm.

Just above that jagged slit I'd been cutting methodically, there was the smallest nick. So small, I likely hadn't noticed it happened.

Or I'd been in too much pain to.

Just the tiniest scratch from a fang. 

And from it, grew black, angry veins.

I'd been poisoned.

"He had a wolf as well?" Elijah inspected the injury. "I've never seen a bite quite like that."

Nik grabbed a glass from the bar, biting his wrist and allowing his blood to drip into it, before handing it to me.

My fingers curled around the familiar glass.

If I didn't drink, this would be over.

No more kidnappings or balancing Salvatore and Mikaelson.

Who was I kidding?

Blood would be forced down my throat.

I downed the mouthful. "I'm not going to talk about it. Not about anything that happened in that fucking cell."

There were too many people here.

It was too crowded.