FALLEN | THE ORIGINALS

2.13 | Beginning of the End

[ Chapter Thirty-Four ]

     TO RAYLYNN'S DISMAY, once the showdown between the Mikaelsons and Dahlia ended, Elijah ushered her back to the compound, but only long enough to stuff a bag before they rushed over to Algiers. The new non-magical safe house spelled by Josephine LaRue was now fully functional. It happened to be in an abandoned jazz club called the St. James Infirmary. While Raylynn ran around with Klaus and Davina to find a way to stop Dahlia, Marcel moved Hayley and Hope there, along with many of the Crescent wolves.

     Strangely enough, Hayley did not seem entirely interested when Raylynn showed up with Elijah. The Marshall-Kenner woman kept her attention on either her daughter or her pack, which the huntress did not mind. It was when she informed her best friend that she was now wanted by the same deranged Mikaelson family member as Hope that she began to grow annoyed. Hayley tried to appear concerned for her safety, but her gaze never remained on the huntress for longer than a few moments. Her mind seemed to be occupied with something else, which was understandable, until Raylynn noticed her friend's eyes darted over to each and everyone of her wolves when they entered the building. She had a feeling something was up. She just did not know what.

     Near noon the next day, Raylynn louged behind the long bar situated at the back of the main room. She leaned against the chair she sat in and watched Hayley as she hung up her call with Elijah. Apparently, Dahlia had gotten in Josephine's head with her strange magic and sent the Mikaelsons a message. They had until the next night, then she would come for Raylynn and Hope. Rebekah also decided to text the huntress that Klaus decapitated the woman when she entered their home. Not something she wanted to hear over breakfast.

     Raylynn remained at the bar for so long that she began to think the rest of the temporary residents of St. James Infirmary had forgotten about her. Or at least, forgotten about her current location. She rested her head against the wall behind her and listened to the various conversation that went on around her. Well, if she could actually hear them.

     Hayley and Jackson huddled together most of the time and talked in hushed tones. They would stand in a corner where they thought no one would stop them and talk back and forth, glancing around the make sure no one hear them. Even the rest of the Crescent wolves seemed to have their own soft spoken communication amongst one another. Raylynn found the entire thing suspicious, especially when Aiden entered the building, speaking a little louder than the rest of his pack mates.

     "Let me do it," Aiden voiced, peeking Raylynn's interest. He, Hayley, and Jackson were stood around Hope playpen that she had taken to sleeping in most of the day. Their conversation barely got above a whisper, until that moment. "Look, whatever it is, it's my fault you didn't get away yesterday."