Hurricane / The Originals

Chapter 27

Hayley and Elijah raced to the docks, their hearts pounding with urgency as they caught sight of Rebekah and Cleo lying on the ground, surrounded by a crackling, dark boundary.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Hayley breathed, panic surging through her as she sprinted toward them, fear clawing at her insides. Cleo's chest barely rose and fell, while Rebekah appeared desiccated, her once-vibrant spirit dimmed.

Elijah dropped to his knees beside them, a frown etched deep on his face. The air hummed with dark magic, a palpable warning. "This is the work of the witches," he said, glancing up at Hayley. "Papa Tunde knew I'd come." He reached out, intent on touching Rebekah, but a powerful barrier repelled him.

"There's a boundary spell in place," he explained, frustration tightening his voice. "They're siphoning power from Rebekah, leaving Cleo barely alive. They're using them as vessels."

Hayley's gaze flickered between Rebekah and Cleo, anguish twisting her heart. "What do we do?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"We have to get them out of there," Elijah replied, urgency edging his tone.

As Elijah dialed Sophie, his mind raced for a solution. "You're not listening! We can't breach the circle; it's a confinement spell. If I can't pull them out, we can't break the link!"

Sophie's voice crackled through the line. "It's convoluted—a witch's recipe. You need to spoil the balance. A potent ingredient... volcanic ash, rock salt... anything, even eye of newt!"

Elijah's brow furrowed, an idea forming. "What about the blood of a witch?"

"Do you have the blood of a witch?" Sophie replied, confusion evident in her tone.

Elijah turned to Hayley, resolve shining in his eyes. "I need a favor."

Understanding flickered across Hayley's face. "The baby. She's a quarter witch."

Without hesitation, she extended her wrist, and Elijah bit down gently, drawing forth her blood. Together, they moved closer to the boundary, the tension thick in the air.

Elijah held Hayley's wrist over the magical line, allowing her blood to fall onto the boundary. It sizzled and hissed, the dark magic recoiling as the spell began to destabilize.

"Now!" he urged, pushing through the dissipating barrier. He swiftly scooped up Cleo and Rebekah, turning back to Hayley, their hands clasped tightly.

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My breath hitched in my throat—"hhhuh"—as I jolted upright. I found myself cradled in Elijah's lap, disoriented and confused. A mixture of sweetness and iron coursed down my body, the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue.

"Cleo!" Elijah's voice was urgent, laced with concern. I could see the panic in his eyes as he scanned my injuries. The world around me felt surreal, but the weight of the situation pressed heavily on my chest.

"What happened?" I croaked, pushing through the fog clouding my mind as I wiped my mouth. Elijah's blood stained my sleeve, a stark reminder of his sacrifice.

"You fed me your blood," I realized, the weight of that truth settling heavily on my chest.

"Of course I did," he replied, his voice steady but urgent, eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. I turned my gaze to the remnants of the broken salt circle, a flicker of dread igniting within me.

but Klaus—" I began, the concern rising in my throat.

"I don't care about the implications," Elijah interrupted, his expression fierce, a protective fire flickering in his gaze. "He would have done the same thing for you."

His words hung in the air, laced with something deeper, something unspoken.

We are pulled away from our staring contest when we hear Rebekah "That backstabbing bloody wanker i'm gonna rip out his tongue and shove it up his-"
"Ah it's good to see you are back to being yourself, little sister" Elijah said with a smile.

........

It's been an hour and that's all it took for me and Rebekah to have hunted Thierry down. It was quick work because it took 20 mins to get Elijah off our back. We spotted him and before I could blink he was pushed up on the wall by Rebekah

" Ugh! I should rip out your cowardly heart." Rebekah said

"What, Rebekah? We made a deal to take out your brother, but at the end of the day, it's every man for himself."

"I am so sick of self-serving narcissists! Are men simply incapable of committing to an alliance?" Rebekah yelled, her voice slicing through the tense air. The fury in her words felt like a lightning strike, and I instinctively braced myself. That's when I sensed the shift—a gust of wind—and Elijah vamped in, blurring past me to snap Thierry's neck again.

"Oh, I asked you to cease these petty moves against our family, and yet you conspire with this fool. Is this what it's come to—making moves against your own blood?" Elijah's voice dripped with disappointment, and I could feel the weight of his resolve pressing down on us.

"Don't you dare try to shame me," Rebekah shot back, her anger igniting like a wildfire. "Nik grows more powerful by the day, and you do nothing but encourage him."

"I offer him my counsel because he needs to make this city our home," Elijah replied, his determination palpable. "Leading these derelicts may help curb some of his impulses and grant him a semblance of happiness."

"You always talk of Nik's happiness!" Rebekah snapped, frustration bubbling over. "For over a thousand years, he's robbed me of any chance at my own. What about me, Elijah? Am I not a concern for you?"

The tension tightened around me, and I felt a rush of empathy for Rebekah. Her pain echoed my own struggles, the sacrifices we all made for family.

"We all make sacrifices for this family, Rebekah," Elijah said, vulnerability flashing in his eyes. "But know this: I will never stand against you or Niklaus."

Rebekah's expression hardened, and I could see the storm brewing within her. "What about—"

"That's enough," Elijah interjected, urgency lacing his words, his gaze darting between us.

But Rebekah pressed on, her voice sharp and relentless. "Nothing I conspire to do—none of my treachery—will harm this family as much as your feelings for her." She gestured toward me, her accusation hanging heavy in the air. "You're a hypocrite, Elijah. You would choose love over family and then condemn me for doing the same."

With that she walked away anger brewing with every step she takes. Im left standing next to Elijah and a knocked out Thierry.

"Sooooo" I say the felling of discomfort heavy in the air

"Lets go" Is all he said as he ushered me out of the ally way only for him to speak up again

"And stop following Rebekah on suicide missions" He said his tone firm as he places his hand on my lower back and ushers me down the street.