Hurricane / The Originals

Chapter 26

"That was a long fucking walk," I huffed, catching my breath as I walked alongside Rebekah and Thierry. How I ended up here, trudging into a dimly lit warehouse to investigate yet another incident, was beyond me, but here I was.

Thierry glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Used to run things down here for Marcel. Thought you'd like to see what I found before Klaus did."

Rebekah's lips curled into a sly smile. "Not a day out of the garden, and you're already proving yourself useful."

Thierry shrugged, his expression shifting. "We made a deal, and if it screws things up for your brother, I'm all for it. Though, to be honest, this stuff makes my skin crawl. I've never seen anything like this." He gestured toward the center of the warehouse, where a salt circle lay on the ground, surrounded by animal bones and unlit candles.

Rebekah stepped closer, her gaze sharp. "I have, a long time ago. Someone is copycatting a very dangerous witch. They draw their power from sacrifice."

Thierry frowned, confused knitting his brow. "I just don't understand why someone would leave it here for us to find."

Rebekah's eyes widened, realization dawning. "Unless they wanted it to be found."

Just then, a shadow slithered out from the darkness, and Papa Tunde emerged, a sinister smile etched on his face. Rebekah froze, shock and horror flickering across her features.

"Mademoiselle Mikaelson," he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

"That's not possible," Rebekah breathed, disbelief coursing through her.

"Sure, it is, chére. It's magic," he replied, his tone chilling.

Before any of us could react, Rebekah lunged at him, her speed almost a blur. But Papa Tunde was ready. With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the throat, his grip like iron.

"Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. Embrace-toi," he intoned, his voice resonating in the oppressive silence. "Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. Embrace-toi. Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrace-toi. Embrace-toi."

I watched in horror as Rebekah began to desiccate, thick gray veins snaking across her face and neck, a terrifying transformation that made my blood run cold.

"And what are you? You're new to the Mikaelsons," Papa Tunde said, his voice dripping with disdain as he stalked closer, his presence oppressive. The shadows around him seemed to deepen, curling like tendrils reaching out for me.

I stood my ground, trying to suppress the fear rising in my chest. "I'm not afraid of you," I replied, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the tension in the air.

He paused, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, but you should be. You see, your kind has always intrigued me—so full of potential, yet so easily manipulated."

"Manipulated?" I shot back, adrenaline coursing through my veins. "You think I'm here to play your games?"

He chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, I don't need to play games. I already know your weaknesses. A werewolf among vampires—how deliciously tragic."

And with that he said some spell and my vision went black.

—--Meanwhile—-----

"Rebekah isn't answering her calls," Elijah said, pacing the courtyard, worry etched across his features.

"Are you concerned about whoever killed those daywalkers still being out there?" Hayley asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Honestly, I'm more worried that she might be involved. She's been displeased with Klaus—perhaps even conspiring with others."

"Well, have you spoken to Cleo? They're practically inseparable; maybe she knows something," Hayley suggested, hoping to redirect Elijah's focus.

Elijah's gaze drifted to Thierry, who sat alone at a nearby table, nursing a drink. "That's exactly what I fear," he murmured, striding over to join him.

"My sister is rather fond of you. Strange, she's not typically drawn to unremarkable men. Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?"

"I don't know what you're–" Thierry was beginning to say

[Elijah, annoyed, cuts him off by grabbing him by the throat and pushing him against the wall]

"You can either tell me what you know, or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the Quarter." Elijah spoke

Thierry sighs "She asked me to keep an eye out on witch stuff. I found something, and when I showed her, we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch."

"Like a coward, you left her." Elijah seethes with anger

"What was I supposed to do, fight some warlock that took out an Original and a werewolf?" Thierry said.

"What did you just say" Elijah said inching up to him

"There was a girl there she was friends with Rebekah and she reeked like dog"

"Where was this, exactly?" Elijah said

"The docks, warehouse 57. I was just doing what she asked. You cannot tell Klaus about this."Thierry made a plea

Elijah waits a moment before snapping his neck and allowing his body to drop to the floor

"I shall take that into consideration."

"I'm coming with you."Hayley said worried

"No. Stay here. The compound is safe."

"Cleo is in trouble. I'm going."

Elijah paused, his expression serious as he turned to Hayley. "Do not leave my sight. Understand?"

Hayley nodded, a determined glint in her eye. They shared a brief moment of understanding before setting off toward the docks, the tension thick in the air.

As they made their way, Klaus grabbed his phone, dialing Elijah's number. The call connected almost immediately.

"Ah, brother, I fear we have an issue," Klaus said, urgency lacing his words.

"I fear I have a bigger one," Elijah replied, a grim edge to his voice.

Klaus frowned, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "No, no, mine is greater! Cami just called me. She's at the bar, and in her words, there's a 'crazy witch doctor' who's trying to kill Marcel!"

Elijah's tone shifted sharply. "Well, that same crazy witch doctor has taken Rebekah and Cleo."

"WHAT do you mean, 'taken'?" Klaus demanded, the fear rising in his chest.

"Honestly, Klaus, I'm on my way to find out," Elijah said, his voice steady

"Brother is she is harmed-" Klaus begain 

"You do not need to explain to me what you would do I fear I would do worse" and with that Elijah hung up the phone.