Eerika Mikaelson

The Ancients

The gentle hum of Beethoven danced throughout the room as Bonnie stiffly sat with the Original family.

"So," she began, "is your husband alive, or.."

Eerika smiled lightly. "We could be overreacting," she stated optimistically.

Kol huffed. "Enough with the waiting! We need to know for sure if that filth of a boy has returned, so Nik can prepare the basement."

"The basement," Bonnie asked.

"Of course, love." Klaus smiled. "Where else would we torture him until he begs for death?"

"Nik," Eerika scolded, her eyes darting between a wide-eyed Bennett and a smirking hybrid.

"I'm just being honest, Ria."

"How about we end this pointless suspense," Elijah sighed. His gentle brown eyes gazed at Eerika with sympathy. "It will be okay," he reasurred.

"I'm confused on what's happening," Bonnie muttered.

Eerika nodded at Elijah, then turned to the other witch in the room. "I'm just going to do a spell."

"What type of spell?"

"To see if he's on the physical plane."

"Why now? Why after all of this time does he pop up?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out, sweetheart," Rebekah sneered.

Bonnie ignored the blonde's mocking comment and raised a brow at the calm brunette. "Well, get it over with."

"I need your blood," Eerika said, looking at Bonnie expectantly.

"Um, what? Why?"

"You are the one with the symbol that mysteriously appeared overnight," Kol scoffed.

"Eerika has the symbol too! Can't you just use her's?"

"I will be using both of our blood," Eerika explained, before standing up and walking towards the hallway. Bonnie remained sitting, staring at her in confusion.

"Don't just sit there," Rebekah scoffed, "move!"

"What?"

Rebekah glared in annoyance, as she stomped towards the Bennett. Her hand wrapped painfully around the now angry witch's arm, before she tugged her towards the direction the Cailleach wondered off to, the Mikaelson brothers in tow.

"Let go of me," Bonnie hissed, her eyes flashing with warning. Rebekah simply rolled her eyes and shoved the Bennett into a small room.

"No need to be dramatic, sweetheart," the blonde remarked snidely, before slamming the door shut.

Bonnie's frantic and blazing eyes snapped to the lone figure who stood above a ruby-encrusted, copper goblet. "Where are we?"

Eerika's brows furrowed as she turned away from her task and towards the other girl. "At my family's estate," she stated. "Don't you remember?"

"No, I mea-"

"You don't remember?"

"Yes, I-"

"Yes, you do remember, or yes, you don't remember? Now, I am confused."

"Yes, I do remember," the Bennett huffed, "I meant what room are we in."

"Oh, my magic room," she laughed. "Rebekah and Kol came up with the name. Real original, huh? Ha! Get it? Real original."

"Oh my God," Bonnie grimaced, "that was horrible."

Eerika playfully rolled her cheerful, green orbs, before turning back to her chalice. "I thought it was hilarious."

The atmosphere suddenly turned somber, as the Original's shoulders turned stiff. The air turned bitterly cold, while Eerika's features dulled into a numb expession. After raising a dagger up to the palm of her hand, she sliced a deep cut along her heart line, while mumbling foreign words. Bonnie winced as she watched the crimson liquid glide from the wound into the gleaming cup.

Without turning her focus away from the spell, Eerika held her other hand out for Bonnie.

The witch hesitated before gingerly placing her hand in Eerika's. Eerika's features remained detached as she brought the blade to the Bennett's heart line, then continued the same process she did to herself.

Her cold, green eyes lit with fire that burned brighter with every word uttered from her lips. The mixed blood began to boil and swirl, almost as if it were alive and dancing. The liquid soon turned to a tar black and began to slowly lift itself out of the rubied cup in a thin, straight line.

The Cailleach blinked, bringing herself back to reality, before squaring her shoulders.

A slow, weezy breath grated across the now smoke-covered room. "What do you seek, Child?"

Bonnie inwardly cringed. The black tar was speaking, if you could even call it that. The creation didn't have a mouth, and you couldn't call what it spoke with a voice, it was like the sound of dust being blown in the wind. She had never witnessed anything like this before.

Eerika spoke with a cool, respectful voice, "Is Nathaniel alive?"

"Nathanielllll," it weezed sadistically, "your husband is what you seek, how disgustingly romantic."

"Is he alive," she asked again. She would not take part in their mind games. They took pleasure from arguments.

It cackled at her wiseness. "His heart does not beat," it coughed.

A smile almost made its way to Eerika's face before dreadful realization hit her. "Is he on the physical plane?"

The noise of a tongue clacking against the roof of a mouth bounced against the walls. "You know the rules; only one question."

"And you all know what will happen if we are not prepared for the war against him; besides, I am the only one powerful enough to summon you. So, how about you answer this question for yourselves?"

A inaudible swarm of whispers crinkled in Bonnie's ears.

"Fineee," the creature sneered, "Nathaniel is on the physical plane." A sickening guffaw gurgled from the tar. "Andd he wantss youuu!"

Eerika waved her hand with a violent jerk, and the creature dissolved into a thick fog before vanishing.

"What was that," Bonnie questioned, after a moment of silence.

The Cailleach dragged her hands down her face. "You know," she began, "there is true darkeness, true monsters, that lurk beyond what the eye can see, and that was one of them. They are known as the Ancients."

Bonnie nodded slowly, "What about Nathaniel?"

Eerika released a breath. "It seems that you will be staying with us for the time being." Her eyes met Bonnie's. "Let's go pick you out a room."