Willow ↠ Elijah Mikaelson

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Willow approached the open space in the bayou with a group of people all huddled together, different conversations creating a loud, incomprehensible sound that immediately died down when her boots stepped on a stick and snapped it.

She slightly jumped back a little when all eyes snapped so everyone was watching her. But Christopher's hand caught her and pushed her back upright.

"Hayley, what's going on?" One shouted out from the crowd, they all seemed to be confused as to why they had been called out in the middle of the day without an explanation. Of course they followed orders, but they were entitled to their curiosity.

"Nothing, I just thought it was a good idea to actually get you all together and properly explain to you what's going on" Hayley told them all "and I think it'll be better to hear it from someone more central"

"We already know what's going on" one piped up, it seemed like they hadn't got the wolves on a particularly great day.

Another one shouted "what are you trying to do?" Whilst another one shouted "who the hell is she?"

Well, they weren't in the know  properly, how were they go know what willow was supposed to look like.

"She is the one that can kill your kind with a few drops of blood" Christopher snapped at how rude the pack of mutts were being. "There's been a warrant for her from Tristan, offering all sorts of things for her return. I just want to make sure that you are all loyal, as we've had a few wolves visit us with the intent to harm"

It was Christopher's specific choice of words that set the wolves into a chaotic rage, they shouted and shouted "you don't trust us?" A few bellowed at separate times, making Christopher regret telling them the true reason why they were here.

"Please..." Willow's voice was almost a whisper. She wasn't one for public speaking and she always felt like her voice was so small. "Guys..." but instead of listening to her, they shouted over her.

Her arms were wrapped around herself for warmth and comfort, however she felt a burning rage inside of her, making her do something completely out of character.

"Everyone shut up" she shouted at the top of her lungs, Willow immediately pinched herself as she regretted what she had just done. "Do you think your complaining is going to help anyone's situation?"

By this point, the wolves had died down. Their voices came to a halt as they looked strangely at the quiet girl.

"Yes, it's out of the blue and yes I can understand where you are all coming from. But you have to know that, it's only my blood that is powerful. Me, not so much, I can't even lift a small table, never mind defend myself. If someone takes me, I can hardly fight back"

"We've been through a lot here, you don't understand" one shouted, obviously a very stubborn wolf who could be at risk of joining the other side.

Mental note: keep an eye on brunette man with face scar.

"You've been through a lot..." Willow nodded "okay, you have. But so have I. I was given up at birth and adopted by two lovely people, who were brutally murdered by Tristan because of their heritage, I then had the power of this stone infused with my blood so I became the thing that everyone was after. After that, I was moved in to a nice home with two more lovely people, where I lived for twenty years of my life, to then have my uncle compelled into crashing the car, killing both of them" Willow felt angry that she was questioned like this, she didn't want to compare, but it was necessary "I was then kidnapped by Tristan himself, leaving everything i lived for behind. Three months I was locked in a tiny room, my blood was taken and I was treated like dirt. I only saw the sun through a window. And now I'm free, I still have to put up with the risks of being killed, hurt, tortured, maimed, emotionally scarred. You get my drift"

Willow spoke quickly, but the words flew like bullets, hitting the wolves harshly. Maybe they didn't know quite so much about what Willow had been through, maybe they didn't know what she risked being there.

"I'm human too" She carried on, trying to sound a lot nicer than before "people don't understand that I bleed like everyone else, given when I do, people will die. But I've lost loved ones like you have, I spent months thinking I was completely alone, that if I die, the world would be better off..."

Christopher looked over to her. He was so proud of her, Willow had come so far from being that baby he held in his arms. She was slowly winning them over, she spoke with so much passion and so much emotion.

"If Tristan gets my blood, if he gets the remainder that he needs. I'm as good as dead, and God knows what will happen to everyone not on his side. But if you help me, help us, then I will never use my power against you, you'll be safe" All she needed to do now was bring it home, she had all of their attention, she even tugged at some heart strings. The wolves were sentimental people, they enjoyed being with family, travelling in packs.

One stepped forward. The stone face of the man turned softer as he gave Willow a soft grin "we were already on your side" he said, confirming what she needed to hear. Even if they were on her side, she just needed to make sure they'd never leave.

"Thank you" she mouthed to him, nodding her head and feeling somewhat accomplished. Though her fingers were freezing beneath her gloves, and she was certain her skin was turning a pale shade of blue. She was glad she had come out.

Or so she thought, Willow looked to her boots and saw a suspicious fog surround her. Her eyebrows furrowed, her facial expression turned confused as she looked up to see if anyone else was seeing what she was seeing.

Mist draped the bayou, and it was growing, travelling towards the pack. As soon as it hit the skin of the first wolf, he began to yell in pain, jumping back.

"Wolfsbane" he shouted "everybody, run"

But by that time the mist had surrounded them all, it was coming from every angle until the only way out was to run through it.

If God Don't Follow Me - Adam Road