The Originals

49

I'm locked in. Not that I'm surprised. They hate me, they don't trust me, and I feel the same for them. Freya has me on lock down, but I don't care.

As of right now, I'm in the attic, looking through a window to make sure the other two are sticking with the plan. As I see someone speeding out of town, I sigh in relief.

After that, I pick up an old chair and throw it at the window, seeing it break into a million pieces. The only thing is, if I try to break it myself, I will die.

Just as I prepared myself to jump at the barrier, someone came walking in, and I knew exactly who it was.

"I know you hate me and my brother," Freya spoke slowly, placing a plate of food on the ground. "But we are not the enemy that you are so convinced we are."

"You killed an innocent girl. My brother died at the hands of your freakin delusional family."

"You're the one who originally killed Davina. Do not forget that," she warned.

"Oh I haven't. But I've had a lot of time thinking about that night. And thinking about the witch who cursed me."

"So?" Freya questioned taking a step back as I walked forward.

"So, he wasn't powerful enough to do it alone. And he was wearing something awfully familiar at the time now that I've thought about it."

"Which was?"

"Your pendant. The one you use to trap your families souls in. Once I realized that, I began to think, you're the only one who has power over it."

"Obviously not," she swallowed.

"Really? You're not even gonna deny if it was your pendant or not? Seriously?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you."

"Maybe not, but I deserve an answer. Your brother deserves an answer. You've kept this secret for years, but I'm gonna let it out."

"You have no freakin clue on what you're talking about," she hissed. "So eat your damn food or don't. But you will not destroy my family anymore."

"Freya, you might wanna leave before you reveal everything," I threatened.

She took a step back before storming out while I held a victorious smirk. Well, guess that means she's not as innocent as she pretends to be.

Back to what I was originally doing, I sped forward and attempted to jump through the window, only to be magically thrown back and crashing into some tables and lamps.

Groaning, I hold my head, instantly feeling the pin of the barrier. Crap. I wobble a little as I try to stand up, ready for another go when a hand stopped me.

"I will show you where Klaus is, just don't be stupid and pull something like that again," Marcel whispered.

"Okay. Show me."

"Not now. Wait until tonight, and I promise I will take you to him."

"Marcel-"

"Jess, I promise," he urged.

I merely nodded and he sped out, before anyone would realize he was with me. Not long after, I walked out and downstairs to the center, not expecting to see Elijah standing in the middle, lost in thought.

Moving past him, I sped to the bar, grabbed a bottle of bourbon and began to drink it then and there. I moved across the courtyard to the new speaker and blasted music, having a little party of my own.

That's what earned a look of disappointment from Elijah, not that I cared. I only dance my way back up the dreadful stairs to an empty room, where I began throwing things around, bored.

"Why?" His voice sounded so broken.

"You know why," I replied tossing another book.

"Do you love him?"

"No, but that doesn't mean I won't stop to reunite him with his daughter," was the response. "You know what I want. You know everything, yet you still have questions."

"Everything I've ever done has been to help and protect you," Elijah said walking towards me.

"Ha!" I laughed. I took another drink from the bottle before continuing. "Leaving my brother for his final death on the witch plane where everyone hates me, that was to protect me? Allowing your bitch of a sister to murder an innocent girl, you call that protection?"

"Jess, I never meant to hurt you. And you know I never wanted those things to happen."

"But they did. And your family watched, which is why there are sides now. The only reason Rebekah is here is to protect Klaus from you. Marcel is so in love with your sister, he staid behind as well, even though his blood boils every time he sees you. But you never meant for those things to happen, so it doesn't matter right?"

"Of course it matters. Let me help you," he pleaded.

"I will not stop until Klaus is with his child and Freya is dead because of her sins."

"How did we become this way?" He asked quietly.

Annoyed, I turned back to the books and threw them on the ground behind me. "You're an egotistical ass, who can't face the damage he's done. That's how."

I heard a sigh before footsteps exiting the room. After a while, Marcel found me and led me to a wall. Before I could make a comment, he broke the wall down and led me to Klaus.

All Elijah's done is protect his idiot brother and now he has him trapped against his will. What the hell is wrong with this family?

Marcel went back to the opening to keep watch as I knelt in front of Klaus, observing Freya's work.

"Enough with the mind games," Klaus mumbled.

"Klaus, I'm here. I'm real," I whispered, afraid to somehow hurt him. "I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

"Leave. Before I force you," he replied refusing to look up from the ground.

"Klaus-"

"GO!" He roared speeding up to the barrier, baring his teeth.

I backed up slightly at the sudden outburst, but quickly recovered and stood to match him. "I am here to reunite you with your daughter."

"You're not real. You're some sort of vivid hallucination, my mind has trapped me in."

"Klaus, I'm real, and when I get you out of here I will slap you for thinking otherwise."

"Jess, we have to go. Freya's back and is on her way over here," Marcel interrupted.

"Klaus, I swear I will whatever it takes to save you."

That's when Marcel grabbed my arm and we sped out of here and to the study, making sure there was no proof of us in the room.