Chapter Five: The New Enemy
Marcel sighed in relief when he caught Hayley. Carefully he placed the brunette down. She was whimpering and scared. He almost felt bad for her. He quickly shrugged it off looking at the baby bump.
“Rebekah wasn’t kidding when she said you were huge,” he stated. Hayley glared at him but said nothing. He tensed hearing something above. “Small talk is over. Come with me. We need to get you out of here.”
“But Elijah…” Hayley breathed as she was picked up and Marcel sped off with her. She gasped again at another contraction her eyes going wide a hand clutching the fabric covering her jutting stomach. She leaned her head back as a scream erupted from her throat and echoed through the underground passageways.
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Elijah gasped in pain feeling multiple stabs in his stomach. Holding off whatever these things were was not as easy as he had thought. They were as strong if not stronger and though they did not possess the weapon to permanently kill him they knew how to do damage. He groaned in pain being thrown into a wall. He hit his head hard. He didn’t fall into an unconscious dark void but he wasn’t able to get up either. He was weakened and pained. He groaned closing his eyes a moment genuinely worried about Hayley hoping desperately Rebekah had saved her.
***
Rebekah groaned annoyed throwing the furniture closest to her at her offenders. She was holding her ground well. But not well enough. She dodged many arrows and darks. But they were a new type of enemy. They weren’t pathetic hybrids or wolves or vampires. They were something else entirely. She gasped being caught off gard feeling something penetrate her chest. She looked down her eyes widened. It was a mini vervain grenade. She gasped in pain as it “exploded” and sent shards of wood and vervain through her system. She stumbled back into the wall falling unconscious tripping over the carpet just enough for it to be pushed and a clear obvious half of the trap door was revealed.
***
“You agreed what?!” Damon’s voice echoed through the empty school as the search for the two vampire doppelgangers continued. Bonnie had just explained why it was so crucial to keep them. The other half at least. The one she had kept a secret in fear of this happening. Everybody freaking out.
“Calm down. Damon, you’re going to scare them if they’re here,” she said. Damon groaned lowering his tone knowing that Bonnie was right. “It was the only way it would work.”
“So you tricked Klaus into allowing his children to feel the pain of the anchor?” he questioned incredulously. Bonnie rolled his eyes.
“No pain is guaranteed,” she said. “It’s a wild card. An empty unexplored field. Anything can happen.”
“And if we don’t perform some ritual?” he asked stopping his search looking at her.
“The triplet doppelgangers die. The rest die. I die. And the otherside and the real world go into turmoil. It’s not just the otherside disappearing. It’s not like the spirits there will all find peace… It’s the opposite. Nobody knows what will happen. Tessa was wrong. About everything. Everything she said… almost everything… it was wrong. It was way off. Hayley needs to live. Klaus needs his hybrids and I need the balance.”
“So if something happened to one of the doppelgangers here we’d all die?”
“It’s a possibility that’s very likely, yes,” Bonnie said. Damon frowned groaning shaking his head.
“Where’s Elena? And Katherine? We need them in the same spot don’t we?” he asked. Bonnie nodded.
“Here. Where Klaus’ werewolf side was put dormant by Tatia’s blood,” she said. He nodded again. Suddenly he heard footsteps and laughing. He sped to them and pinned them both against the wall overwhelmed with relief.
“Don’t you two dare ever do that again!” he exclaimed glaring at the two identical faces. Tatia groaned and Amara struggled under Damon’s hold.
“Leave us alone,” she whined.
“We were merely exploring,” Tatia said. Damon rolled his eyes releasing them.
“You two better have a good excuse,” he said folding his arms across his chest. Tatia held out a note. He took it and unfolded it. The ink was crimson and it smelled like… “That’s not ink…”
“It’s blood,” Amara said slowly. She had been alive as stone long enough to know what it smelt like. Damon looked at it.
“Come to the high school, or die with your descendants,” he read. Amara swallowed hard and Tatia did the same.
“We don’t want to die,” they said simultaneously. Damon nodded.
“Well neither do I so oh look, we have something in common. Bonnie get them back to the house. I have to get a hold of the others,” he said. Bonnie nodded taking Amara and Tatia’s hands walking out of the high school. She should have been relieved. She should have been happy. But how could someone be happy if she knew the inevitable? She felt a pang of sudden pain in her chest. It was different from any emotional pain. It was physical pain. She looked up and her eyes became fearful as she looked at someone she had once known to be dead.
“Kol…” she struggled out the words before falling to the ground the arrow still in her chest. Tatia and Amara simultaneously looked at her then up at Kol.
