LITTLE WITCH ▹ THE ORIGINALS

✔︎six; rise & shine

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Almost eight hours later, Remi's eyes started to flutter open. Turning her head to the right, she noticed a sleeping Marcel, his neck propped up against his jacket in the chair beside her. She slowly sat up, wincing at how sore her body was. Everything ached. Her arms and legs were covered in blue-purple bruises and scrapes that had since half-scabbed over. Memories came flooding back to her of what had happened - and for a second, she thought it had to be a nightmare, it couldn't be real. She looked over in Marcel's direction as he lurched forward and sped to the side of the sped, causing Remi to jump back for a second.

"Hey, rise and shine, Rem," he joked sympathetically. "How're you feeling?"

Remi cleared her throat and looked up at Marcel, forcing her stinging eyes and pounding heart to subside. She didn't want Marcel to see her cry, she didn't want to cry at all -  but the persistent image of her bloodied aunt forced its way into her mind like a dam breaking loose. "I have a killer headache, but I'll be fine," she managed to respond, her scratchy voice almost void of emotion. "How long have I been asleep?" Her eyebrows scrunched together in pain as she tried to slither out of bed.

"Just under a day. Here, need a hand?" Marcel replied as he outstretched his arm, which the girl gratefully accepted. "Want anything? Water, food...?" he trailed out. 

"I don't really have an appetite right now, Marcel, but thanks," she replied, settling her eyes on the old floorboards beneath her bare feet. Marcel looked at her worriedly for a moment. He couldn't deny that Remi was acting strangely calm. He had expected her to be a raging magical mess upon her waking up, but it was the exact opposite. The girl was quiet, but more so than usual. Her eyes were sunken into her face, and he couldn't distinguish how she was feeling. She obviously wasn't smiling, but she wasn't frowning either. She just was . . . existing. She looked broken.

"Elijah, Rebekah, and Freya are downstairs. Come on, let's go tell them you're awake," Marcel spoke, interrupting the deep silence that encapsulated them, and guided her down the hallway.

"Wait," Remi stopped walking and Marcel turned around to look at her, "so, since you guys woke me up, you found a way to help me?"

"Yeah, we did. You're gonna be okay Remi," he smiled softly and put arm around the girl's shoulders. "I promise."

Once the two reached the banister near the stairs, the three Mikaelsons looked up and saw the girl, an apprehensive smile gracing their faces. Remi managed to turn the corner of her mouth into somewhat of a grin in response, though anyone could see through it. The pain in her eyes bled through into her face, its unrelenting wrath palpitating in her heart. She clenched her fist, begging the continuous memories flashing through her head to stop. Remi walked slowly down the stairs, willing her weak limbs to stay upright.

She made her way over to the three originals as her whole body trembled, and hesitantly, she wrapped her slender arms around each of them. The girl barely even knew them, yet, for some reason, they were helping her, and right now, that was all she had. The three siblings stood tall, each placing a comforting hand on her back. 

 Marcel looked over at them, his stance relaxing a bit before silently speeding out of the abattoir. The vampire was headed towards Rousseau's to meet with Klaus. He was not going to let them get away with it, and neither was the hybrid. They were out for vengeance, and the French Quarter Coven had another thing coming to them if they expected otherwise.