Revival § Klaus Mikaelson

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Chapter 43: Murder She Wrote

{D. K}

        Adrenaline pumped through her veins, eyes opening and body lifting until she stood. An unimaginable forced took over her, legs moving before her brain to comprehend it and before she knew it, Dakota stood before fiancé. "I knew you would return, "Elijah boasted, moving to allow his brother to rush and retrieve the mother of his child.

His large hands caressed Dakota's cheek but Klaus frowned when she pulled away. "What?"

"Where is my daughter?" Her tone was all business, the anger and deadliness in her voice sending chills down his spine. This was no longer a fight for her own life, this was a fight of a mother who was willing to do anything for her child. "I can feel her, but I can't see her."

Klaus and Elijah followed Dakota as she hurried away, following the invisible tether that drew her towards her ultimate goal. "Dakota, you're in transition."

"No, I'm not." She wasted no time walking further and further until she could see the witches at an alter, latin spilling from their lips as Genevieve held a dagger high in the air over her baby. "I ate before I came."

The power of all the witches that Genevieve and her two harvest girls was strong enough to push the two Mikaelson brothers away, but little did the witches know that ever since Dakota had turned, her ties with much stronger magic users was mended.

"How dare you," Monique shouts, hands expelling a power given to her that Dakota made sure she'd soon take away. "You seek us out in our place of power in our strongest hour. You cannot face the strength of hundreds."

Dakota stood tall, Monique's fear radiating off like a smoke that the vampire could smell. The brunette walked easily through them. "Watch me." Using her newly returned speed, Dakota ran up to them taking Genevieve first.

"Stop," She struggled to breath, her feet dangling an inch from the ground as the mother held her by the throat, her nails digging into her skin. Dakota could feel each strangled breathe the witch took and it made her squeeze harder. "You must know I didn't mean any harm on your baby. She made me, she demanded I do it."

"Who?"

Genevieve's face was almost as red as her hair, but Dakota showed no sign of letting up. "Esther, she promised she'd kill me if I didn't listen to her. I just wanted to live."

"How's that working out for you?" In one swift tug, Genevieve's head was torn from her shoulders, spine and all dangling as Dakota held it in her hand like a trophy.

Taking no time to revel in the power she felt from killing again, Dakota dropped the dirty witches dead on the cement like it was trash, strutting over to Monique who was chanting above the baby. Her harvest witch friend was taken care off, Klaus having thrown a metal part of the fence into her abdomen, her body dangling in the air on the very tomb she once was buried in.

Doing the job for her, a throwing star was embedded in Monique's chest, thousands of tiny cuts appearing on her skin, blood pouring from her mouth like a fountain until her body fell to the ground. Eyes darting to see the person behind the killing, Dakota saw Marcel, a nasty looking werewolf bite festering on his throat.

Rushing to her baby, Dakota held her in her arms, rocking her gently as she checked her child for harm that wasn't present. She stepped over Monique's body to get to Elijah and Klaus, opening one arm to pull Marcel into a tight hug. "You saved my child," Her voice was thick with emotion, and while she was still pumped up on her heightened emotions, she felt happiness rather than anything else. "For that, I can never repay you enough."

"I only ask for forgiveness for the things I've done to you and your family."

Her hand rubbed his shoulder soothingly, a gentle squeeze making him feel completely safe. "Our family."

That was the first time she'd seen Marcel cry.

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Dakota had known love, experienced it two times and when she looked into the eyes of her baby, she'd felt a love stronger than any romance she'd ever had. "Who knew you'd look so good holding a baby."

She rolled her eyes at her fiancé. "I look good no matter what, so I must look phenomenal with Hope in my arms."

"Hope?"

"Yeah," She smiled down at her daughter who was looking up at her with her bright blue eyes that she'd gotten from her father. "It seemed fitting. She's our Hope, she brung us all together."

Klaus sat on the arm of the couch, his arm around Dakota while his other hand rested on Hope's head, thumb gently rubbing over her peach fuzz. "I love it." He stared at her for a long moment before sighing loudly. "With my eyes and your face, I'm going to have to kill every single man in this entire state."

Dakota allowed him to hold her, scooting over so he too could sit on the couch. "Is she safe?"

"With my mother hunting her? No."

"I will do anything to keep my daughter safe, Klaus." Dakota spoke seriously, her eyes trained on their little creation. "She was brought into this world to be with her family who is supposed to keep her safe and until it's one hundred percent safe for my child, I think it's best she stay with someone else for a little bit."

Klaus didn't disagree but he could tell that this would be the hardest choice the two would ever have to make. "And whom do you suppose would be the best fit to watch over our child, keep Hope safe until we can be the proper parents for her."

"The only vampire we know who'd kill to be a mother."

A knowing smile appeared on Klaus' face. "My deviant little sister. Why her?"

"Because," Dakota retorts. "No one would expect you allow your sister to have her. Everyone thinks you hate her, and we will continue to allow them to think as such until we make New Orleans safe enough for her to come home."

"So it will be done."