The Original: Book 5

Chapter 11

Feeling an ache in my neck, I slowly opened my eyes, reaching up to touch the spot. I winced as my fingers came in contact with the wound. Sitting up, I looked around, trying to remember what had happened. Getting up, I stumbled over to where Elijah lay, the knife he was supposed to use on Dahlia only feet away. I quickly grabbed it, kneeling down next to him. "Sorry about this, Elijah," I muttered, plunging the knife into his chest. Cutting a big enough hole, I dug my hand in, wrapping my fingers around Tunde's blade and pulling. Elijah gasped, sitting up.

"What happened? Where is he?" Elijah demanded, looking around wildly.

"He's gone. Elijah, stop. Look at me," I ordered. "It's a trick, all of it."

"What? What're you talking about?"

"He needs her to trust him so he can do what he needs to do."

Elijah's eyebrows furrowed, "how do you know this?"

"Before they left, he bit me. I heard his voice in my head. He told me everything. He had to make it look convincing."

"To what possible end?"

"He told me her secret," I divulged. "I know how we can kill Dahlia."

***

"I'm sorry about Gia," I commented, watching Elijah cover her burnt body with a sheet.

"What did you mean when you said Niklaus had a plan? We had a plan!" Elijah yelled, causing me to jump. "A plan he has mercilessly destroyed!"

"Your plan wouldn't have worked, Elijah!" I yelled back. "When Nik was in my head, he said your plan would fail, so he had to enact one of his own."

"And what might that be?"

"He has to get her to link to him."

"My brother wishes to bind himself to our enemy? She'll be virtually indestructible," he declared.

"He said I had to convince you that everything he had to do, he had to do alone. He said we had the wrong ingredients to kill Dahlia. And he has to buy time before he finds the right ones."

***

"Hayley is not answering her phone. Tell me, what has he done?" Elijah yelled, his frustration coming back.

"Don't blame the messenger," a voice interrupted and I turned, seeing Rebekah in her original body. "Looks like Niklaus had a lot on his to-do list last night. And as for Hayley," she trailed off, looking at Marcel.

"What is it?" Elijah questioned.

"When Klaus attacked me, he stole the spell that I used on the Crescent wolves," Marcel conceded.

"So he would condemn her to the body of a beast?"

"Elijah, listen to me. Hayley will be human once a month. We will find her and we will help her. We need to focus on those who need saving today. Freya called. Dahlia is incapacitated," Rebekah announced. "They're two hours north at an orchard near Pearl River. She has Hope." In an instant, Elijah was gone.

***

"Nik is demented," Rebekah stated, looking down at his daggered body. "Are we really going to dig up our mother, burn her ash, swap said ash for Kol's, and then trick Davina into using her last chance to bring someone back from the dead? Not to mention, we lose the opportunity to save Kol if Davina doesn't turn us inside out."

"Or we dig a deep hole and leave both our problems at the bottom of it," Elijah suggested and I raised a brow, looking up at him.

"I say we choose a more permanent option," Freya spoke up. "Find the white oak stake. Kill Klaus. Dahlia dies with him."

"Are you insane?" I responded. "No!"

"If he dies, then so do I and every other vampire that Klaus has turned," Marcel informed her.

"The dagger," Rebekah rejoined. "It's bloody melting."

Elijah knelt down to get a better look at it, "we have no choice but to finish the task that Niklaus has set."

***

"Once upon a time, there was a wolf king who fought a war for the most precious treasure in all the kingdom, his beautiful little princess," I heard Nik say softly as I stood outside Hope's room. "But victory came at a price; allies lost, new enemies made. And so, the wolf king stood alone. 'Happily ever after,' it was not. But sometimes, even the worst endings are not really endings at all. And you should know, my littlest wolf," I smiled at the nickname, "that even when all seems burnt to ash, in our story, there is always another chapter to be told." It was quiet for a moment and I suspected he was putting Hope in her crib. Nik stepped into the hall, closing the door softly behind him.

"I think maybe you should leave the storytelling to me," I teased as we walked down the hall to our room.

"You didn't like my bedtime story?"

I shrugged a shoulder, "I've heard better." Nik raised a brow at me, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

"Have you now?" I nodded as he moved closer. "It hurts my feelings that you don't like my stories, kitten," he stated, feigning hurt.

"Oh, really?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands landing on my hips.

"Yes. But, you know, there is one way you can make it up to me." Nik pressed his lips to mine, walking me back until I hit the bed. He pulled away briefly to remove his shirt before climbing on top of me and reattaching our lips.

"Nik," I whispered against his lips. He trailed kisses down my jaw and neck. "Nik, there's something I need to tell you."

"Now?" He mumbled, working on unbuttoning my pants.

"I'm pregnant."

SHE TOLD HIM!! HER SECRET HAS BEEN REVEALED!! Man, some of you are really good guessers. 

Hope all is well with everyone. I am currently working on my final paper for my English class and watching Breaking Bad at the same time. When I am done with both, I will start working on the next (and last) book.

My character and her story are of my own imagination. They belong to me and nobody else. Please do not steal. Copyright 2018.