Falling ::Klaus Mikaelson::

15- Long Way Back From Hell

Very Short, next chapter will be longer and better. It's so short because of what I have planned for the next chapter, I'm hopeful and confident you guys will love it 🙂❤️

Klaus and Rebekah have been missing for days now, and not a soul in New Orleans knows where they are.

I've gone out looking, but of course, I have found nothing. I can't help but worry about them every waking moment. They wouldn't just freely get captured by witches, so where the hell are they and what the hell happened?

I sit up in my room, looking out the window when Elijah and Marcel come in. "Skylar, I need a favor." Elijah states. I turn and find Elijah shirtless with names all over his torso and arms, and Marcel following with a pen and paper.

"What's going on?" I ask. "I need you to copy these names for me, please." Elijah states, ignoring my question.

"I'm guessing a witches work?" I ask. "You'd be correct, I need you to write down each name you see printed into my skin." He explains. I nod and Marcel hands me the pen and paper.

I look around, wondering what all this means. "What does this mean?" I ask. "It's a riddle, I believe it represents all of the people Celeste has inhabited over the past two centuries." Elijah explains.

I begin to take down each of the names, when Hayley walks in. "What's all this?" She asks, clearly confused. "Just bitch witches doing what they do best." I huff and continue writing down the names.

"I got it." Hayley states. I smile and hand her the pen and paper, leaving her to write down these names.

"I'm gonna go see if I can help find out where they might be." I explain, walking to the library. I look through the mountains of books, grimoires, and arbitrary's.

One name, however, stands out. I pick up the arbitrary and flick through it, finding a picture of a sanatorium. Odd.

I then flip to the next page, and a flash of the Lafayette Cemetery fills my vision. I see the empty cemetery filled with the light of the waining moon.

I look up, shutting the book and looking around, knowing where I have to go.

I quietly walk toward the staircase, going down and grabbing a black hoodie and car keys. Carefully and quietly, I walk out the door and out to the car, headed to the cemetery.