The Good Daughter

Twenty one

"You okay, boss?" Parker had been walking on egg shells.

As if I'd kill him for what he did.

I wasn't Nik.

"Unless you have food, booze, or an update on my witches, I don't want to hear it." I had been ignoring all attempts to contact me. Stefan apparently blabbed my number, which I did not appreciate.

Elena and Caroline probably already clued the rest of the group in on what happened and I had no interest in talking it out.

That was my shit. I'd deal with it on my own.

"You just seem a little... tense." I looked up from my plans, a brow raised. He immediately began stumbling over his words. "I only mean that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take it easy."

I hummed, standing. "I'd like to remind you that four pissed off Originals are hunting me as we speak. That if I do slip up, their wrath will fall on more than just my head." He paled. "And not only are they unpredictable, but they are smart. This isn't like last time. We had the benefit of Elijah covering for me with Nik, none of them were really actively looking. Now they are. All four. Plus their loyal witchy older sister. So. Tell me I should relax. "

Finn was nowhere to be found. It was if he'd fallen off the face of the earth.

Parker threw his hands up. "I'm sorry that I've offended you-"

"I'm trying to keep everyone alive. Somehow, despite every goddamn rumor, people keep underestimating just how far the Mikaelsons will go. If one more person says I need to calm down, I'm going to start tearing out tongues."

Okay, maybe I was a little like Nik.

He opened his mouth to reply and suddenly I got a headache. I grasped my head, the other hand reaching blindly for the table.

White hot agony dripped down my spine.

Shit.

Shit.

That fucking hurt.

"Magic." I managed to get out.

Then it was gone.

What the fuck?!

My phone rang.

I had a bad feeling about this... I reached for it, still massaging my temple.

Dozens of calls and texts from the mystic falls group.

Double that from each of my Original family members.

The pain started creeping back in as my phone rang again, Elijah's contact overtaking the screen. It was them.

They were doing this to me.

I answered it.

"Where are you?"

"So lovely to know Freya's magic can still reach me." I'd have to adjust my spell. Fucking Mikaelsons. "Or at least anything that doesn't track me."

"It is an unfortunate step, but a necessary one. The headaches will continue until you've come home."

"And where is that exactly? You can't mean New Orleans, Marcel kicked you out of it." I paused, as if thinking. "You know, I could let him know where it is you lot are hiding. I'm sure Freya can conjure up more of that cure."

The pain intensified in warning and I barely stopped myself from yelling out. "That wasn't very kind."

"You're hiding in New Orleans?"

"Far from it. No, I'm enjoying myself on a beach somewhere you'll never find."

Parker had excused himself at some point. Hopefully to go fix this disaster. Why hadn't I thought about defending myself from Freya's ability to magically attack?

"Enough of this."

"I'm done being a Mikaelson. You ensured it when you killed my brothers." As long as Elijah thought I thought Stefan was dead, he was safe. "I told you this would happen. You didn't believe me. Hurt me all you'd like, I'm not coming back."

I hung up the phone feeling an odd mixture of pride and fear.

A part of me was trembling, asking why I kept going against those that raised me. But she was quieter now than before. The larger part of me knew it had to be done.

I wanted freedom and Elijah only showed that he'd take it.

Then the pain in my head exploded, sending me crashing to my knees. I couldn't stop the scream that tore out of my throat or the blood that poured from my eyes.

Were they going to kill me?!

Holy fuck.

It only grew more and more intense, well past my vision swimming.

I collapsed against the ground.