The Original Ripper

Chapter 51: "I'm as real as you want me to be."

Once Layla rose from her slumber in the morning she walked downstairs where Freya was waiting for her. "I need his ashes." Freya demanded. Layla narrowed her blue eyes towards Freya and shook her head.

"You'll have to kill me first." Layla grit through her teeth and Elijah took a step towards Layla having come out of nowhere.

"I request you hand it over or we will retrieve it by force." Elijah threatened her.

"Then you will be the bane of my existence." Layla commented grabbing some coffee and walking up to her bedroom packing up her belongings and then putting the luggage in her car and driving off to the new apartment she had got herself. It was a fancy placed and spelled to not let anyone in unless she said they could come in human or otherwise. In case Freya decided to stop by. The only thing that could break her spell was a drop of her blood and the ashes and sap of a dragon's blood tree. Walking out of her apartment Layla walked down the street finding Vincent at his loft. Walking in he looked at her shaken at her just walking in without knocking.

"What are you doing here?" Vincent exclaimed.

"I came here to ask for your advice on a certain matter." Layla informed him brushing her finger along the dusty table and looked up seeing the catch of dust on her fingertip.

"On what?" Vincent asked quickly.

"I need to talk to it. Understand it. Please can you please tell me if I should find a way to contact it I already have a way but I want to know if I should." Layla called out almost desperately walking forward to him her heels meeting the ground.

"You should never contact that no matter how curious you are." Vincent walked forward panicked. He then placed his hands on her childish face. "I know it's affecting you, but you need to clear your mind, remain calm. Not let it posin your mind!" Vincent yelled throwing his arms up turning away from Layla.

"I won't. I won't but why this family? What did they ever do to the hollow that made it curse them? I don't believe it was a dark banshee. All banshees are dark. Death is dark." Layla shook her head walking forward to Vincent and she saw the book he wrote. "I'm sorry but I need to contact it." Layla informed him she then punched him in the face and took the book running out of the building. Sitting in her bedroom she lit candles around her summoning the spirit.

"Such a sweet little banshee with an innocent soul until it met you. Layla Mikaelson, why did you summon me?" The hollow asked in an girl's voice. Layla looked up at it in awe and felt her mouth dry.

"You did something to this witch, to her family. Did you curse this family?" Layla asked quickly as she looked around at the shining blue lights surrounding the dark floating ghost like girl.

"Yes I cursed them. To be the harbingers of the very thing they inflicted. They were strong and so full of kindness. But when I cursed them, all that light and kindness it faded. I quite enjoyed it." The hollow shrugged howling with laughter.

"What did they do to you? Do you know why I am feeling the effects of it?" Layla tried to get the information out of her but the lady only shook her head. The hollow then walked forwards running its hand across Layla's collar bones. Layla tensed feeling deep fear rise inside of her chest.

"You are a truly bad person Layla Mikaelson. A ripper. Evil. I'm not going to tell you now but I sure enjoy playing with your mind." The hollowed laughed before disappearing. Layla drew in a sharp intake of breath before standing up and walking out of the room and down into the first bar she found. Layla then fell to the ground in pain clutching her head as she felt her brain implode with screams of pain and agony. Her eyes strayed up seeing people on the street dressed in old clothes being killed and executed and tortures. Slumping to her knees she let out an ear piercing scream of pain in her mind. As she screamed the glass shattered around her and the people standing within three steps to her dropped to the ground dead. Layla then let her hands hold her up from falling to the ground. But as her body met the ground she felt weakness overcome her closing her eyes weakly.