Severed Heaven (Niklaus and Elijah Mikaelson)

Chapter Four: Fix It To Break It

Present day, New Orleans

          I waited at the abandoned warehouse. As I prepared the spell, drawing a circle of salt, I caught myself being highly strung. It seemed strange to be counting the minutes until they arrived, shadowed by the thought that this spell was going to take a lot out of me. But what I was nervous about, I didn't quite know.

Besides all that, I'd been notified about the children just outside here. I wondered how Vincent's ex had pulled all of this off. I couldn't wait to get Rebekah back and wake those kids.

Fifteen minutes later than agreed Freya, Elijah and Marcel rushed into the warehouse. I'd spoken to the 'king of the city' a couple times before, but that was a long time ago. He wasn't what drew my complete attention, though. There was a young woman in his arms; as she was unconscious, I noticed the dark curly hair and the way that she was very darkly dressed. It struck me that it must be Rebekah inside that body. I got up to my feet after closing the circle of salt, and dusted off my knees. "Lay her inside the salt and, Marcel, lie down next to her. Take her hand. Freya and I will act as a bridge into her mind." I instructed him as I finished lighting all of the candles surrounding the circle of salt.

Freya directed herself to me as Marcel placed Eva down carefully. Her eyes were filled with hope and trust. "Ready?"

"Born ready." I said confidentially, and I loathed the way I was searching for a certain someone, and when I couldn't find his eyes, I frowned, completely and utterly frustrated, like, a child longing for its favourite candy. "Wait— where's Niklaus?"

"He'll show up eventually." Freya said with probably the deepest exhale I'd ever heard. I trusted that something went down before this, and I placed my bet on Niklaus' distrust, paranoia, or either his awful selfishness. The sister placed her sight on Elijah. "I'm trusting you to anchor me, brother."

"Do what you need to do." He said.

The Original vampire gave me a nod of approval. There was a flicker in his eyes that I appreciated. We didn't need to exchange any words to agree on the fact that this needed to work. "Rebekah's buried deep. Eva will not give her up without a fight." I warned them, but especially Marcel.

Marcel never hesitated, taking his place next to Eva on the ground. "Then she'll get a fight."

I admired how determined he was to get Rebekah back as soon as possible, but I couldn't let him go without placing the risks before him. He looked back at me when I spoke. "Be careful, Marcel. You're entering Eva's mind. If she kills you in there, you will be lost. And if you kill her before you free Rebekah then she will be gone forever."

He gave me a certain nod. "I'll get this done before you even know it."

Freya seemed to share my concern, turning to him in an instant. "Once you find Rebekah, then and only then can Eva be dealt with."

It suddenly burst on me that we wouldn't be done after this. Unlinking the children from Rebekah was going to be quite the task, and I was unable to understand how Eva had gotten the idea of this nonsense. Apart from that, how was I going to leave the Mikaelsons after this? Could I walk out on them and let them handle the rest? Would I be selfish for that? Could I afford to stick around and risk to lose Vincent in the process? Or what if I'd already lost him after what happened yesterday? I hadn't spoken to him since our kiss, not even a quick call, not a text, nothing. The thought continuously washed over me, even when I mentally prepared myself to bind my power with Freya's.

Both Freya and I took each of Elijah's hands, and I placed my own in the Original sister's. I was no longer nervous. I had no choice but to do this, no matter Vincent's opinion or anyone else's. If I wanted to help Rebekah, I couldn't back out.