Willow ↠ Elijah Mikaelson

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Celeste stumbled into one of the private tombs, the main one she had concocted the spell in, the one where she held Elijah and tortured him.

Something was wrong, there seemed to be a sudden change in the balance. She could feel it in her stomach.

Celeste's hand grasped the wall as she was taken by an overwhelming and mysterious feel. It almost pushed her off her feet.

There was only one thing that could make her feel that way, whether the spell had been broken my magic or been broken through death. Celeste needed to figure out what had happened.

Nobody knew as of yet, she had separated herself from the witches, telling them to go home and that it was late and dangerous for mortal beings.

She stumbled over to the table, her hands quivering as she light the two candles on either side of the small bowl. Celeste threw down the Match and shut her eyes; she kept her ingredients ready for times like this, for uncertainties like these.

She began to chant, but for some reason it didn't feel right. She opened one eye and saw that everything had gone unaffected by her powers, Celeste shut her eyes again and began to focus more.

But again, nothing happened.

"It's awful isn't it?" From the shadows, Willow made herself fully visible "feeling utterly powerless"

She didn't know why, but Celeste felt something change in the atmosphere. Her magic wasn't working, and she wasn't going to stay to find out if it was a coincidence Willow being here.

She edged backwards, turning to run out of the door, but someone stayed and blocked it. She had no escape.

"What?" She asked, turning back around to Willow. Their roles reversed. "What? My magic?"

"I got Freya to do me a favour, ever since you crossed the border in here, your powers have been rendered useless" Willow walked over to the doorway and lifted a small candle "it's so strange how such a small wax candle, when light, can block even the strongest of magic"

Celeste froze. "This can't be possible" she cried, shaking her head.

"Lets see how powerful those hands are when you have no magic, Celeste" Willow bunched her hand up into a fist and hit Celeste straight in the jaw, blowing her back.

Willow used Celeste's weakness to get her into a headlock, she lowered her head so Willow's mouth skimmed Celeste's ear. "I have had years of training, I thought it'd only be fair if we settle this fairly. No magic, no weapons"

Willow threw her to the ground "but then I remember what you did you Elijah, what you did to me, and my family. And then I realised, why the fuck should I let you off lightly?" She could tell she wasn't getting out of this alive, after watching Willow for months, she had gotten to know her and her patterns. And she had never seen her this angry.

"Get up" Willow demanded "I said get up" her voice dripped with venom as Celeste didn't answer her demands the first time. The witch was too weak, she had hit her head on the concrete floor and could barely push herself up. So Willow pulled her up by her hair.

"Just because he chose his family over you three hundred years ago, doesn't give you the reason to torture his entire existence. And now he's dead, because of you" Willow was pushing and shoving Celeste all over the place, you wouldn't actually believe she was a three hundred year old witch. "I first thought death was too good for you, but then Freya had this amazing idea of sending you to your own personal hell. No escape."

Willow pulled a small dagger from her coat "Another dark object" she shrugged, eyeing it up and down, not thinking it to be weird it already had blood on. She hadn't stabbed anyone with it yet. "Sends whoever you stab into a different world, of your creation. In this case we have created something based on your deepest fears"

Celeste recognised the dagger. "Please no" she cried, borderline begging. It was something that gave willow pleasure in this darkness. "Please please no" she knew that nobody who had been sent to a world with this dagger had ever come back. Celeste didn't know what awaited her but her fate was sealed.

"Even if you do know how to escape, you have to pass through Freya and she will destroy you" Willow spat "now, where do you want to be stabbed?"

"We can go for the heart, but I don't think you have one of those. Or the stomach, maybe I can go unconventional and stab it right through your skull and into your brain" Willow decided, but she finally settled with going for the usual, a stab to the stomach. It's worked in many cases before.

She felt Celeste's last breath, the warmth on her face and Willow watched Celeste's terrified expression cement to her last expression.

"I hope you never find any peace, Celeste" She whispered "you deserve hell"

Willow dropped her body and bent down, snubbing the candle flame with her thumb. And know there was only one hurdle left to overcome.

Seeing Elijah.

Be the song - Foy vance