Heathens ➶ The Originals

twenty-six ; hope

In her unconscious state, Emery had deduced two things.

One: she was still linked to Elijah. Werewolf bites weren't as lethal to Tricksters as they were to vampires. Whatever witchy magic Davina had done hadn't worked.

Two: something was going on that Emery had been too oblivious to notice. For that, she could blame only herself. Even as a child, the blonde had been easily distracted, eyes always fluttering from one thing to the next. She had payed more attention to the drama surrounding her brother, her strange feelings for Klaus, Elijah and Hayley's love triangle with Jackson.

Emery wasn't as OUT as she wished. Though she was waiting for the inevitable blackness to come and swallow her whole, voices continued ringing throughout her ear, never letting her slip away.

More specifically, Hayley's voice, her screams.

Those screams were only halted for a moment when another presence entered the church, a growl she prominently recognized as Klaus's filling the room as he tore apart one of the witches.

Unfortunately, Hayley's screams resumed once again, this time followed by grunt from Klaus as he struggled to move, to get to Hayley, to Emery before the witches could harm either one of them.

"You should know this brings me no joy. I promise I'll make it quick," Genevieve's voice rang out. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Useless. All Emery could think of herself was the little sixteen year old girl that couldn't bring herself to defend her own mother against her father.

She felt useless.

The big bad persona usually on display had been sizzled down into this meager state. Her link to Elijah had broken her down until she prayed for nothing more than death. She prayed to a God she didn't believe in for the death she knew would never come.

"I will bring hell to your doorstep!" Klaus shouted.

"One last push. The baby's almost here," Genevieve consoled Hayley through the process.

"I will bathe in rivers of your blood!"

"I can see the baby!" Monique said.

"Okay, now push. Gently, gently."

"You will die screaming!"

"There." Hayley's screams subsided into heavy pants as her baby was born, and the umbilical cord was cut. "You have a beautiful baby daughter."

All was silent until Genevieve opened her mouth once again, "We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky."

"Please," Hayley begged, "please can I hold her?"

Emery could hear the baby's quiet gurgling as the witch passed the baby girl to her mother. The moment could have been sweet, tender until the Trickster heard a slice that made her every being burn with rage.

Hayley began choking on her own blood, a wound that had been caused by Monique as the baby was grabbed once again, being led away by the witches who grabbed Emery as well.

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By midnight, Emery had gained her her hearing and the ability to feel her toes.

By morning, Emery had gained almost complete access to her body, but one vital thing held her back—her sight.

As much as the blonde willed to jump into a fight with no vision and having just regained her ability to move, it would hold her back and get her killed, maybe even the baby.

So, she laid in wait, glad that Elijah had healed from the wolf bite, yet sad to know how broken he must feel about Hayley's death.

"The moon has almost faded from the morning sky. I need to prepare," Genevieve left.