Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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Murielle stood with Elijah, his arm around her waist, while they watched Niklaus, in the form of a wolf, tear apart an unsuspecting human. This was not how she'd envisioned spending her time before Beltane.
The moon had passed over the sky and dawn had come, while Murielle's only reprieve from the reality she was in was a brief nap laying against Niklaus's fur-covered side. It had hardly been a long enough slumber before Niklaus's bloodlust became too much for him to simply sit still as he'd inexplicably wanted to before.
Watching blood constantly dripping from his monstrous mouth, Murielle once again found it difficult to reconcile the versions of Niklaus she was faced with. His ruthlessness was indisputable; she had watched him rip several people to shreds. However, as soon as she had complained of her fatigue and need to leave, he had lowly growled, padding over to her and laying by her feet.
His large head had nodded to his side, indicating his wish for her to rest against him. In that time, he too had fallen asleep for an hour at the feeling of her warmth through his fur. Elijah had been left to watch the strange sight that was oddly peaceful given that not moments before Niklaus had been making a village his own personal bloodbath. And yet he had been so calm by her side, and yet his tail had wagged adorably by her side.
She had laughed at this, pointing it out to Elijah with a wide smile on her face. Elijah had since used that fact to mercilessly mock Niklaus much to the hybrid's chagrin. Klaus would threateningly bare his fangs at Elijah whenever he made such a comment but it never came with a bite so Elijah continued.
Now it was midmorning and Klaus was back to his senseless killing.
"Finn will be worried." Murielle murmured to Elijah, careful to lower her voice enough that the hybrid they were looking after would not hear her. Who knows what he would do if there was no practical reason behind her wish to leave?
"Indeed, he will, my dear." Elijah murmured back, eyes still keenly focused on Niklaus, surrounded by gore. This one would be a particular pain for him to clean up. "What do you suggest we do?"
"If you could guide him further into the forest, I should be able to get close enough to the portal." Her eyes caught on the blonde woman from her first hallucination standing at the opposite tree line. She stood there, observing the world around her with a sneering look. Murielle screwed her eyes shut, willing the ghosts to go away. Thankfully, when her eyes opened, she was gone, and Murielle could pretend she was sane for a moment more.
The blonde woman never talked, a true ghost, unlike the brown-haired man, who talked far too much. They both were the only consistent hallucinations she'd had—her own personal haunting that she could not seem to shake from her mind. Over the past day, they had each appeared twice but between their showings there were other smaller ones. When the three of them had been walking through the forest, Murielle had skirted around a tree that Elijah had simply walked right through with a puzzled look at her. She had flushed and cursed herself for not spotting the trick.
