The Hybrid and his Mistress

Part 7

Created: Sunday, Feb 4, 2018, 12:14 PM

Hey y'all. I got a review yesterday that both irritated me, and made me smile a bit. They told me I wrote a shit-fic because the changes I've made to the backgrounds of character(s) have barely changed cannon occurrences. I then told them to stuff it. But this chapter is dedicated to Rawrking, who as far as I can see only follows stories and hasn't actually put anything of their own creation on fanfiction.net, whereas I posted this story only 2 months ago and have more than 500 follows and favorites, so they really don't have a leg to stand on in when it comes to their so-called critiques. Okay. I'm done being petty. For now.

Updated: Saturday, Jun 3, 2023, 9:34 PM

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"Alright, let's see here." Eris said, as she opened up the grimmoire Elijah had so thoughtfully provided. All the Mikaelsons, minus Finn (who had disappeared immediately after his mother's death) and Rebekah (who was still busy with Damon) had adjourned to the library, just in case they could be of help to Eris as she looked through their mother's grimmoire. "Hexes, hexes, jinxes, hexes..." she said, flipping through the pages, "...ah, here we are. Curses."

"Wait a minute. You can read viking script?" Kol asked, flabbergasted. Eris turned the slightest shade of pink at his question.

"Well, after Nik told me how old he was, I might have done the tiniest bit a research into the era..."

"Learning a dead language isn't tiny." Elijah input. Klaus was silently enjoying the conversation, he couldn't keep the smug smile off his face as he entertained Teddy though. What a woman.

"Let's get back to business shall we gentlemen?" Eris redirected. "Blood-boiling curse, impotence curse - wow, that's not cool, bone-breaking curse - can't lie, I had a lot of fun with a variant of this back in my heyday, and here we are: blood-binding curse. Ingredients needed: blood of the subjects involved in the binding, and the blood of a magical being. Okay, that must have been why she needed the dopplegänger. Mix blood, blah-blah-blah, hmm...Okay." She snapped the book shut, the noise startling the Originals in the room. "Have no fear. This can be reversed rather easily. I just need a vial of each of your blood, including Finn's, so we'll need to find him."

"What about the doppelgänger's blood, love? Will we be needing that?" Klaus asked.

"The thing about doppelgängers is that while they are magical beings, they're also giant pains in the arse. I'd avoid using them as much as possible because they make things unnecessarily difficult. Besides, we have access to another magical being."

"Who?" Kol asked.

"Me of course." Eris replied.

"How does that work? I've been alive over a thousand years, and never have I seen a witch use her own blood as an magical ingredient." Elijah asked.

"Eris is very special brother." Klaus all but crowed in pride.

"How so?" Kol asked, always intrigued about new magic.

"The witches you hang around with use magic. Sure." She shrugged. "But they aren't inherently magical. They use the magic of the Earth, or their Ancestors, but me? My magic comes from within. Magic flows throughout every piece of me. And there's no way to shut it down."

"And can all of your type of witch summon Death as you do?" Elijah asked. Eris gave a smirk, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

"Of course not. A normal witch trying to summon Death is the equivalent of her signing her own death warrant. But you know, I've never been normal. Now enough about me, let's get this curse broken so that you all can live your lives happily and separate." She clapped.