SEQUEL TO ANOTHER ONE BY DIFFERENT03
Skylar and Kol hurry to New Orleans to find the witch that is conspiring against Kol's brother, Klaus Mikaelson, the worst Hybrid of all history.
While she is a pregnant werewolf/witch with Kol Mikaelson's baby...
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"You'll what?" He said grunting in pain. He got up and pulled my arm behind me. I kicked him in the balls. He came at me and tried to hit me. I blocked it with my hand, he then twisted it. I was panicking. I swung my fist at his face, causing him to fall back.
"Dammit!" I took a deep breath, shaking my hand.
"Hurts doesn't it?" He said wiping blood from his nose.
"No shit, dumbass. I'm mortal." I was holding my wrist.
I always keep salt in my pockets, I don't know why. I keep it for protection, to seal someone in a circle or myself. Sometimes I don't need salt.
I looked around, for a stick, a branch, anything. I saw one in the corner. Marcel saw me look in the direction of plants.
"Motus." I said loudly. The stick flew to my hand. Marcel was walking towards me to see what I was doing. I opened up a slit on my hand and put it on the top of the stick.
I lit up the tip of it.
"Phesmatos incendia!" I then drew a ring around the concrete floor of ashes and blood around me.
"Luca victa motus avadi." I said looking down at the ashes, my body relaxed. Marcel tried to run at me. He was stopped in front of me by a few feet.
"I'm going to see if I can get Davina to undo this!" He yelled.
"But first, you are going to tell me why you want the curse."
"Only if you give me the spell and the access to the witch who created it."
He rolled his eyes.
"I'm getting Davina to undo this." He said putting his hands on his mouth, frustrated.
I crossed my arms.
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Davina and Marcel appeared at the circle in front of me.
"Davina, sweetie, can you please break this mean ladies spell?" She looked about 16 years old. Brown hair, brown or hazel eyes. Slim.
"What did she use for it? The spell?" She was so small, such a great voice. She had so much potential.
"A stick, fire, and her blood." He said, his arms crossed, liking at her.
"I can't undo it. It's a blood spell, only the witch who cast it can undo it. It's blood magic. Or people related to her." She said disappointed.
"I'm sorry I failed you, Marcel." She said.
"You didn't fail me. You tried your best."
She put her head down, unsatisfied.
She lifted her head. She had something in mind.
"Though, I can try this..." She smirked and looked at me cleverly. She motioned her hand up wards.
