Hurricane / The Originals

Chapter 29

My heart raced as I watched Klaus and Father Kieran prepare for the ritual. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of what was at stake. I stood next to Kieran, watching in disbelief as Klaus bit into the palm of his hand, letting his blood drip into a communion goblet. I couldn't help but feel disgusted by the sight.

"Really? The communion goblet?" I blurted out, incredulous.

Klaus turned to me, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. "Oh, how saintly you are now, love."

He continued, his tone teasing, "A vampire is trying to reverse a witch's hex placed on you, and it's the cup you find sacrilegious?"

I could see the look of horror on Kieran's face, which only fueled my irritation. Kieran grimaced and sliced open the palm of his hand, letting the blood fall into the basin of holy water at the sacristy.

Cami watched, skepticism etched on her features. "Are you sure this is going to work?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

"Not remotely," Klaus replied, his tone now serious. "But I can't attempt to use my compulsion to counter Bastianna's curse if the good Father has vervain in his system. Thus, we bleed him out. I never said this would be pleasant."

Klaus handed Kieran the communion goblet, now full of his blood after draining the vervain from his system.

"Drink up. It will heal your wound," Klaus instructed, his voice firm.

Kieran hesitated, the reluctance evident on his face, but eventually brought the goblet to his lips and drank. I watched, my heart racing, as he gulped down the crimson liquid.

"I think you've suffered enough," Klaus said, staring directly into Kieran's eyes. His tone shifted as he compelled him. "You will overcome what the witches did to you. You will resist the dark urges of their hex."

Kieran blinked, and Klaus stepped back, leaving us in a tense silence as we all waited for something—anything—to happen.

"Did it work?" Cami finally asked, her voice tinged with hope.

Kieran frowned, looking uncertain. "How do I know if it worked? All I know is that the vervain is out, and I'm at the mercy of this murderous bastard." He shot a glare at Klaus, his frustration bubbling over. "I bet you find that really funny, don't you, Cami? You little—" He cut himself off, clearly shocked and embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."

Klaus's disappointment was palpable. "Well, I guess that's our answer," he said, turning to leave.

"Wait, Klaus! Where are you going? What are we going to do?" Cami called after him, urgency in her voice.

Klaus paused for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder. "I'm gonna find the witch who did this, and then I'm gonna do what I do best."

" Oh I beg your finest pardon" I said making my way to the door

"And what's that love" Klaus said

"We are going to find the witch and I'm going to do what I do best compromise" I say

"Hell will freeze over before I let you do that" Klaus said as he follows me out of the church

—-

Klaus and I walked briskly down Bourbon Street, our steps in perfect sync as we moved through the thrumming heart of the French Quarter. The air was heavy with the scent of old stones and nightlife, but my mind was solely focused on the task at hand—a witch hunt.

"Thank you for what you did with stopping Cami," Klaus said, his voice low and sincere.

"I didn't want you to kill her," I replied, my gaze fixed ahead. "She might not know better, but I do."

Klaus glanced at me, his expression serious. "I wouldn't have killed her. I wouldn't do that to a woman who is mourning her uncle who is ill."

"I know you wouldn't," I said, feeling a mix of admiration and frustration. "But I would have." He looked at me in shock

"What tonights my first full moon I need you" I say

Before he could respond, we were abruptly halted by the sight of Monique Deveraux standing a few feet away, her presence both familiar and unsettling. The tension in the air shifted, and I could feel the intensity of the moment settle over us.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, my pulse quickening.

"Of course I am," Klaus replied, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's see what she has to say," I said, my voice steady.

"Love me and you both don't have time for that" He says and In a flash he is front of her and yanking her to me

—-

"Witches of the French Quarter! I have with me Monique Deveraux. What a shame it would be were I forced to send her back to the death she's just escaped! Should you wish to prevent this, bring me the witch Bastianna!" Klaus yelled as his grip on Monique got tighter

Marcel stepped forward, his face twisted with disbelief. "The hell you think you're doing?"

"I'm opening negotiations," Klaus replied coolly, unperturbed.

The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"You know my rules. We do not hurt kids," Marcel shot back, his voice firm, almost pleading "And Cleo what the hell are you doing on a rampage with him" Marcel said looking at me.

"Spare me the hypocrisy of your moral code," Klaus sneered, his eyes locking onto Marcel's. "It didn't stop you from killing Monique's mother." He turned his gaze toward the shadows, raising his voice. "Bastianna! I know you're close. The stench of witches hangs in the air. Mark my words! I will end this girl with the very blade you meant for me."

I stood by Klaus's side, adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was about more than just Monique; it was about confronting the darkness that had taken so much from us.

"Let's make them listen," I said, my voice steady.

Klaus glanced at me, a smirk lighting up his face as I approached the witch. I felt the surge of power coursing through me, fueled by the full moon's glow. "What if I just—" I began, my voice low.

I grabbed Monique's wrist with a strength I didn't know I possessed, and with a swift motion, her wrist snapped in half. The sickening sound echoed in the tense air, and I relished the shock that crossed her face.

Before I could even catch my breath, Marcel shoved me against the nearest wall, his eyes blazing with fury. "What has gotten into you, Cleo? Are you really that blind?" he yelled, his face inches from mine.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words died on my lips as I tried to process what had just happened. The adrenaline surged in my veins, but the anger in Marcel's eyes cut deeper.

Suddenly, the weight of Marcel's body was gone, and I turned to see Klaus and him engaged in a fierce fight. Their movements were a blur of speed and power, each strike filled with raw energy. The chaos unfolded before me, a whirlwind of fists and fury, and I felt a mix of exhilaration and confusion.

"Stop it!" I shouted, my voice rising above the clash but something or someone was fucking with my head, It felt hot.

"I decide who lives and dies here, Marcellus." Klaus yells but my vision gets blurry as I look up at the sky. A full moon

Suddenly, Sophie appears, having picked up Papa Tunde's abandoned blade off the ground. While Klaus is distracted, she stabs Klaus in the heart with the blade, and he roars out in pain. As he groans, the blade embeds itself deep into his chest, and after a moment of screaming in agony, he falls to the ground. Bastianna comes out of the shadows and joins them I was left like stone as my vision grows weak

"I'll take it from here" Is the last thing I heard.