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chapter seven. out of the easy
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"SO WHERE IS Klaus?" Hayley questioned as his eyes flickered towards Esme, as if she was supposed to know where Klaus was every second of the day, and Esme happened to have known nothing on where her partner was. The short brunette tucked the locks of her hair behind her ear before her arms crossed sharply over her chest well standing amongst family within the Bell Tower where Freya had hope that a worldwide locator spell may have had been enough to track down Rebekah after losing connection with her astral projection from the witch that the Strix had on their side. The sun had fully set and darkness took over New Orleans, where the Bell Tower barely had any light, and where the candles had been enough for them to see the map scattered across the table, awaiting for Freya to perform the locator spell.
Freya rested against the table, waiting for Elijah to cut the palm of his hand in order to mix with her blood, into the bowl that she hoped would've had a stronger connection to her sister, who she feared was in deep danger where she'd need saving. "When I told him about Rebekah, he said he'd purse another lead." She explained before Elijah had sliced the palm of his hand, before clenching his fist to draw out the oozing off the blood into the bowl.
"Forget Niklaus." Elijah concluded causing Esme's brows to knit together in confusion while focusing on the man who had cleaned the palm of his hand with use of his handkerchief that was stored in the breast pocket of his blazer. "You will find her." He had belief in Freya as he returned the bowl within her possession filled with their blood.
"Now," Marcel had broken his silence from across Esme who stood beside Elijah. The Browne knew how much he cared for Rebekah, and she knew that there was worry for her. They all were worried. "you sure you got enough juju for a worldwide locator spell?"
Freya knew that even if she didn't have enough power, she'd find some more. "She's my family. I won't lose her." Her fingers brushed against the brim of the bowl, while chants passed through her lips, lyrics to a spell that hopefully was going to lead them towards Rebekah's location. The candle within the middle of the map had been moved gently by Freya's hand, the chants continuing before her hands had cupped the bottom of the bowl, concentrating heavily on the spell she was performing rather than the eyes heavily narrowed on her as she tied the bowl of blood over. To where it had stained the map, spreading into a puddle, as Esme had taken the bowl from her grasp, watching as instead of leaving a trail, the blood had covered the map whole. "Damn it."
"So much for witch GPS."
"I assumed they'd cloak her." Freya had guessed as Esme could feel the way in which her heart begun to beat, her concern rising alongside the stress with the important of finding her best friend. "I didn't expect a spell this strong."
