Chapter 7 | A Storm Is Brewing
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"You're ripped at every edge
but you're a masterpiece, and
now I'm tearing through the
pages and the ink.
Every thing is blue, his pills,
his hands, his jeans."
— Colours | Halsey
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"Two witches, one stronger than the other, and a vampire walk in to a cemetery," Louisa began, twirling in a circle, gaining the lead of the group, "I swear I've heard this in joke before!"
Both Rebekah Mikaelson and Sophie Devereaux gave the witch a disbelieving look, before disregarding the comment completely.
"So if I had to guess knowing Klaus' history Elijah has a dagger in his chest. It's a magical object. Your a witch. Do a locator spell. Locate the dagger. Locate Elijah." The vampire stated, speaking in a condescending voice.
Louisa almost rolled her eyes at the vampire's stupidity.
New Girl.
"I can't use magic! It's punishable by death." She sighed, flailing her arms in the air.
"Marcel's rules." I added, slightly annoyed.
"Marcel!
What do you think I'm going to do to you if you don't give me what I want?! And what protector are you supposed to be if you have no magic?"
"Not much" Sophie replied answering the first question.
"I can use magic, because I'm more powerful than whatever he's using to keep witches from doing magic, but, I can't locate him because I don't go by the ancestors rules, meaning I can't locate a magical object unless I'm fully charged, I guess you could say." Louisa explained, tiredly.
Scoffing, Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the naive witch to continue.
"I've been linked, so anything you do to me, you do to Hayley." Sophie stated smugly.
"Who?"
The Valentine placed one hand on her hip and one on her forehead, shielding her eyes, before looking down.
"Oh dear god!" She whispered.
"Seriously!" She shouted looking at the confused Original.
A look of realisation crossed across the woman's face.
"OHH, right the mumsy! Well luckily for you, Elijah seems to care about her and speaks highly of you," she added pointing to Louisa, "otherwise I'd break your neck right here.
How did Marcel get so bloody powerful anyway? He wasn't like this when I left 100 years ago!"
Rubbing her temples with her fingertips, the older, stressed witch replied.
"Marcel has a way to tell whenever there's magic done in the quarter. The how isn't relevant!"
"I'll tell you what's not bloody relevant!
A carbon of witches who can't do magic! Here's an idea, move away!"
"We practise ancestoral magic. The cemetery is filled with the remains of our witch ancestors. Without access to them were powerless.
If we run, we're leaving out legacy behind. Our home, our family!"
"Well family's overrated!" She retorted.
"I'm with you on that. And the only reason I'm here is because I like this city, and when people take away the things i like, I get mad!"
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Game On | Elijah Mikaelson
Fanfiction"Without the bad, we would never be able to truly appreciate the good." Louisa Valentine. A living breathing weapon of destruction that with one glance could have you wishing you were never born. Despite the fact she could easily over take Marcel...
