Something Better - Hope Mikaelson [DISCONTINUED]

5 - Don't It Just Break Your Heart

   Eleanor sat in her and Hope's room, laying out a large map on the floor. On her desk, was teh spell that Klaus had gave her, along with the ingredients in required. She hadn't told Hope what she doing, and had waited till she was out with Freya to attempt it. After the visions the new boy gave her, Eleanor had a theory that she couldn't get out of her mind.

   This was the only way to see if it was right.

   Walking up to the desk, she grabbed a bowl and a knife, and sat down cross legged in front of the map. Glancing at the four candles she set out, she muttered under her breath, and the four candles flicker alite. Breathing deeply, she dragged the knife along the palm of her hand, letting out a hiss of pain as she let the blood drip into the bowl. Once she had enough, she quickly wrapped a bandage around her hand, before closing her eyes to concentrate.

   "Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous" She began to chant, making the flames on the candles rise slightly. "Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous"

   Taking the bowl of blood, she poured a small pool of it onto the map, before continuing to chant the incantation. "Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous"

   The blood began to move along the map, travelling in a line toward a certain location. Eleanor stared at it as it moved, still chanting the entire time. When the line finally stopped moving, she thought that she had her answer, until it split into three seperate lines. Each line going in seperate directions, landing on three seperate locations. Only, Eleanor's eyes focused on only one of the lines, that had landed on the name of a town.

   A small town in Virginia. Mystic Falls.

   "What th-"

   "Carter?"

   Eleanor screeched in shock, her magic acting out and putting out the candles in the process. She scrambled to her feet and turned around, to find a smirking Roman Sienna in the doorway of the room.

   "Roman! What the hell?" She snapped angrily, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at him. 

   "I knocked." He stated.

   "Clearly, I didn't answer, which doesn't give you an invitation to barge in." She retorted hotly, standing in front of the map to block his view of it. Letting out a sigh, she put a cap on her temper. "Hope isn't here, alright? She's out with her Aunt, so can you just go?"

   He considered her words for a moment, before he walked around her and toward Hope's bed, sitting down on it. She watched him dumbfounded, as the boy got himself comfortable, and began to mess around with Hope's old stuffed rabbit. "Nah, I think I'll wait." He said, breaking his small moment silence. "You look like you could do with the company."

   "Thanks, but I'm fine on my own." She told him, though he didn't appear to be taking the hint.

   Not listening to her, Roman nodded toward the map, which he now had a perfect view of. "What's that?"

   Scowling, she blocked his view of it once again. "None of your business." She said, picking it up carefully and putting it under the bed, so she could properly look at it again later. The fact one of the lines landed on Mystic Falls had her stomach in pieces, but she was trying not to think about it. "Seriously, Roman, leave."

   "Nope." He told her firmly, popping the p. "Looks like you and I are just going to have to get along till Hope gets back."

   "Or I could give you an aneurysm."