Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

283: No Quarter

a/n: ...so...I'm not dead...I've had such an insane two months, anywayyy, work should be getting back into a routine, so I'll hopefully be more regular with updates again

Hope you enjoy the chapter, it's lowkey still a build one, however, got fun moments, the next chapter being all the first major showdowns he he; remember to comment and vote
- Bea xoxo

Finn Mikaelson's only thought: What vampire would be in a witch mad house other than his baby brother?

And yet...

"Hayley – "

"Come on," She yanked at Freya's coffin like she meant to pull it off the stand, but nothing would budge, "If you can shake – "

She finally punched hard enough to make a small shatter, surprised by her own flinch at the glass.

"Your brother might be dying," She hoped Freya could hear her, "If you wanna wake up some time today!"

Finn's spell to end the Chambre De Chasse should've returned them to whatever state they'd been prior to it, but they didn't know what state Freya had been in. Hayley had just assumed she'd be awake – trapped, sure, but awake.

"I swear, to God," She punched harder, the grating sound of shards crashing under her fists, the lid still refusing to budge open, "This is – "

Tick, tock.

The hairs on the back of Hayley's neck stood up as she felt a breath in.

"I..." A voice groaned, creaking back to push against the chair, "...We..."

Their entire body rolled as they tried to stand, hunching forward as a soft sizzling filled Hayley's ears.

"Uurrrgghhhhhh," They slumped further down, "I – I – "

Hayley forced herself to turn, staring as the three abandoned bodies started to twitch.

Their hearts had been silent.

She'd stared at the holes in their neck and accepted their fate.

"You've got to be kidding me," She hated that she spoke, all three eyes locking on her.

If a vampire had killed them?

Hayley Marhsall was staring at three freshly turned vampires, skin cracking like it wanted to ignite, but the transition wasn't complete. Not only was it incomplete, but Freya was lying in a coffin, very human, blood staining her throat, and clothes, and the satin pillow beneath her head.

"This doesn't have to be a fight," She started easy, "We leave, and you live."

She didn't want to kill these people.

She didn't even know who they were!

They might have been locked up in the house, just like Freya, turned so Kol could prove a point – or Marcel's version of a guard, or –

"You don't need to hurt us."

"I..." The first finally managed to stand, "What is that?"

They were turning in a small circle, black veins poking up through their cheeks as they tried to look at the windows, only to wince in the light.

"Why – why – "

"Everything stings," A second whispered, "We're – we – "

"Nothing bad will happen," Hayley tried to be smart, "If you don't drink blood."

The third honed in at the word.

"You don't have a daylight ring," She rushed out, "If you drink blood, you will burst into flames, and you will die, and you will take this entire house out with you."