Davina's death?
Clara knew the ancestors had something planned something to punish the young witch, but an inevitable death was not something that came to her mind. Then again, that 9th ward witch, Van Nguyen, had a vengeful mother on the other side now. She gripped her arms and dug herself deeper into Lucien's couch. Her eyes caught sight of the new regent sitting at a small table, casting a location spell. Lucien was beside her, his large hand resting lightly on her thigh. She tried not to move but, with everything going on, her nerves were shot.
Or killed, she added silently.
Clara de Martel, much like Davina Claire, had an inescapable death coming her way. She turned and observed Lucien's profile. She'd miss looking at me, admiring him. But her mind was plagued with such unpleasant thoughts, she's couldn't focus on it. She only saw the bad things to come. Her fingers lightly figured with the scratchy material of the joggers she was currently wearing. Something different, but something human all the same.
"What's on your mind, love?" Lucien questioned, sounding not entirely concerned. "I can practically hear the gears turning in that little head of yours."
"The Ancestors never did tell you what I traded, did they? You just assumed by my appearance."
The question struck him as rather odd but there was enough curiosity inside him to push for the truth he was now being offered. "No, they did not."
"Well, given the current circumstances, I suppose you have the right to know." Clara refused to look him in the eyes and focuses her attention on his hands, which impatiently motioned for her to continue."I've got an inescapable death. They took away my immortality and they can kill me whenever they please." She only hoped to God that Van's mother hadn't told him the rest and that he wouldn't spill it to Lucien. "I am going to die, Lucien."
"You can't be serious, Clara."
"I am."
"This is what you wanted, really?"
"Of course it's not!" Clara snapped, "Why on earth would I want to die, Lucien? I love you and I want to be with you. Yes I broke it off a few days ago for Elijah but that's not what I really want. You're an absolute idiot."
"You're going to call upon the ancestors and you will expunged the deal. Immediately."
She scoffed. "I will not. I made the deal for a reason. I don't want you nor the Mikaelsons to die. As long as this deal stands I have a fighting chance at saving the both of you."
Lucien laughed, a single ha! "And kill yourself in the process? I don't think so, Clara."
"It's. Not. Your. Choice"
He was silent for a few minutes, his eyes took over a dark glare that didn't settle well with her. But they softened when he held her face in his hands. She left out a relieved breath, maybe he'd agree to let her go through with her plan. Even if she agreed to kill Lucien, she could save him. Everything had loopholes.
"Not if I have anything to do with it." He said. With his vampire speed he managed to tear open his wrist and have it spilling into Clara's mouth before she could even react to his comment. When enough blood entered her system, he allowed her push him away.
"What the hell have you done?" Clara cough and sputtered, the blood spilled down her chin staining her clothes. She glared at him angrily. How dare he take away the choice she made. It was her choice to do this and no one could stop her. "The ancestors won't let the blood work on me."
Lucien narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? Van! Tell your dear mother to undo whatever deal Clara made. They want me to defeat the Mikaelsons? Then I want Clara by my side. As a vampire."
