Chasing the storm

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It was a stupid idea. So so so so stupid, Scarlett even felt embarrassed as she knelt in front of the plaque that had 'Esther Mikaelson' engraved in front of it.

There was completely no way she would be able to speak to the dead without a little bit of magic. And she had no one, Scarlett didn't want to ask Freya, because she was still in mourning. She wanted to do it alone.

"You're the girl who killed Aya" a girl's voice made Scarlett jump out of her skin. She turned around quickly, in a stance where she was ready to defend herself.

"What, are you going to kill me for it?" She hissed, the dark feeling of paranoia slowly took over her body

"No" she shook her head "I want to thank you for it" the girl had a white floaty dress on and her brown hair tied up in a messy bun "I was going to make the biggest mistake of joining her, you saved me from that decision"

"I'm glad someone came out of this well" Scarlett folded her arms "I've lost two boyfriends and my own life in the matter of months."

The girl furrowed her eyebrows "weren't you and Elijah..." She halted, finally coming to the realisation "I'm so sorry"

"You knew him" Scarlett smiled sadly, her fingers scraping along the rough floors as a distraction.

"I knew his brother, Kol, very well" she said "me and Elijah didn't see eye to eye very often"

Scarlett looked up "so, you're Davina I'm guessing" she clicked

"That's me" she sat down beside the depressed vampire "what brings you here anyway?"

"It's nothing" Scarlett shook her head and stuttered, not wanting to swallow her pride, not wanting to admit to anyone. But she needed to, she needed a witch to help. "I'm actually trying to talk to Elijah's mother"

Davina looked at her weirdly "why?" She asked

"I heard she was powerful, heard that she was able to bring herself back to life, maybe she could do that for her son" Scarlett plucked up the courage to ask "maybe you could help?"

"I can help you get in touch with Esther, though I won't guarantee she will agree. But I can't help from then onwards, the witch hate the originals, and I'm already shunned as it is, I'm trying to get back into their good books" Davina explained "I'll set up a link, where you can speak but she will not be able to answer clearly, but that's all" she urged

"That's all I need" Scarlett jumped at the mere opportunity "Davina if you could do that for me, I'll be so thankful"

Davina quickly stood and light the tea lights set around the tomb. "There's only a short window where you can speak, so get everything in quickly" she said before she shut her eyes and began to chant.

Scarlett could feel something different. She could feel as if someone was with her.

She fell to her knees where she was previously, in front of the plaque with Esther's name on it. She barely even realised that Davina stepped out.

"Esther?" She called out, looking up, her eyes examining every letter of her name "you don't know me but I'm in love with your son, Elijah"

"And I don't know how to say this, I'm not sure on anything anymore now he's gone. But I need him back, and because he is your son, I hope you'd help me" she explained "I love him more than I've loved anything in my life, and being an immortal means nothing without him"

She began to cry, thinking of the life she would have in the future if Elijah was gone forever. Hopefully, she could appeal to Esther's motherly side, the side that wanted her sons to find love in the world.

But it was looking like it wasn't working. Scarlett felt as if something had kicked her in the stomach. A warm sensation spread across her upper lip.

Her index finger raised up to wipe the sensation away, taking some blood away too. Her nose was bleeding, and now blood had seemed to find its way out of her mouth, and it was incontrollable.

And then she was pushed away, the candles blowing out, signalling that her conversation had ended. But Scarlett just sat in the place she as thrown, tasting the metallic blood from her own bloodstream, and tasting defeat.

Esther was not willing to help, and that was Scarlett's big plan over with. Her hope was dying out, and it had only been a few hours.