Being the last witch of her kind, Lena Ricci has been protected by Rebekah Mikaelson her whole life.
And then one day, as the two are having the time of their lives in Paris, they catch wind of the news. Rebekah's half brother has knocked up some w...
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"NOW you must have known they would never give in without a fight," said Finn Mikaelson, trapped in the body of Vincent Griffith, to his mother.
"Of course," replied Esther Mikaelson as she fed her birds. "Tonight was not an ultimatum, it was an invitation. I just wanna get them thinking. After all, only those who know they are lost will ask to be found."
"They're defiant by nature and they've grown very strong." Finn had never been fond of his two younger brothers. Elijah was too noble, and Klaus wasn't even his real brother. He had no need to like them, especially as Klaus had kept him trapped in a box for 900 years before allowing him to walk out and die. "How do you expect to show them the error of their ways?"
Esther chuckled to herself, before looking up at her son. "I will systematically destroy everything they hold dear. I've already taken the wolves from Niklaus and made them my own. It is time now to focus on the prodigal son, Marcel, and his small nest of vampires across the river. Now that we have cleansed the Quarter of his kind, perhaps it is time to turn our attention to the outskirts of our beautiful home. We will take their pride, their joy, their love. We will lay it all to ruin. And when they're at their lowest point, in their deepest despair, they will have no choice but to beg me to release them from their pain. And because I love them, I will."
"And Kol is still not back."
"Oh, I sent him on another little task, another witch for him to find. Someone that will be the very end of Niklaus himself."
And Esther Mikaelson smirked as she thought about the witch she had seen spiralling through her son's mind all day. Blue hair, pink, hair, blonde hair, whatever hair she wanted. Esther could already tell exactly who this witch was, and she knew, now, exactly how to cause her son the most tremendous pain.
Take away the one person he had ever loved.
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LENA wasn't entirely sure why she was walking around in the dark. She had just become so stifled with the atmosphere in the house as Hope snored to herself and Rebekah mumbled in her sleep that she decided to pull a hoodie on over her dress and slip on a pair of sandals and go for a midnight stroll. Halloween was the next day (or that day, when she thought about it), and she loved Halloween.
Maybe it was just the witch in her, that feeling of having a time to belong, a time to prosper. This was when Lena felt the strongest, when she wanted to stay up all night in the moonlight, the magic coursing through her, coursing through them all. She wanted to bask in the spookiness and frightening darkness of All Hallows Eve.
