Bow Down - the originals [1] ✔️

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"You couldn't be more wrong, we're standing strong, we carry on"

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: SALUTE - LITTLE MIX

Pécheurs et saints

Klaus angrily throws the Devereaux witch on the sofa, while Marie smiles and waves at Sophie, Rebekah, simply looked bored.

"We had a deal! You protect my unborn child, I dismantle Marcel's army. And whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Hayley to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches." Klaus shouts angrily.

"I had nothing to do with it, I swear. Hayley and I are linked, remember? She dies, I die." Sophie rattles on frantically.

"Then who were they?" Rebekah asked confused.

"This girl got an arrow through her heart, Sophie Devereaux, I need you to spit it out, otherwise, I'll start going through your coven, alphabetically." Marie snarls.

"They are a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had about the baby." Sophie sighed.

"What kind of vision?" Klaus asked, suspicious.

"She has them all the time. They are totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on this one." Sophie replied.

"Well, how, may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?" Marie piped up.

"...Pretty much that your baby would bring death to all witches." 

"Ah, well. I grow fonder of this child by the second." Klaus smiles.

" Sophie, look-- I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle-baby whilst he tries to win your witch Davina's loyalty. Why don't you tell me just how extreme this faction is?" Rebekah questioned calmly.

"Elijah's talking to Davina?" Sophie asked, shocked.

"Yeah. As we speak, I imagine." Marie said.

" I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd." Sophie mutters.

"Do tell."

" I... wasn't always an advocate for the witches.My sister was devoted, like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turned twenty-one, I left the Quarter to travel... and play. But, I wanted to be a chef, so I came back to Rousseau's." Sophie explained, bringing up the Harvest.

"What the bloody hell is a Harvest?" Marie spits.

"It's a ritual our coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored. We appease our ancestors, they keep our ancestral power flowing." Sophie continued.

"And why haven't I heard of this?" Klaus questions.

" Because a Harvest always seemed like a myth. A story, passed on through generations like Noah's ark, or the Buddha walking on water. The kind some people take literally, and some people don't. They had the girls of our community preparing for months. Four would be chosen for the Harvest. They said that it was an honor, that they were special. I thought it was a myth. "