Endgame ⚜ Sweet but Psycho

11. i don't run, sister. i disappear.

Things were quiet for a bit, and calm. Things were smooth. I was getting more comfortable with turning into a wolf, it was something I was to do with Dad a few nights a week. 

It's freeing. 

But of course, something just had to happen. 

January 23, 2014

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Streets

Poppy walked down the street, which was almost vacant, pushing a baby carriage with a sleeping baby. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, and shoe wore sneakers, leggings, and a sweater. On top was a coat for warmth, and of course Melody was bundled up. 

She didn't look too well. The effects of being linked to Elijah was making her ill the past few days; he was dead and she wasn't. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her skin was pale. She felt dizzy a lot, and her head hurt, but she pushed through it. On top of that, she was hungry all the time. She was currently heading to the St James Infirmary, which was quiet during the day, to have lunch with her dad. 

Her eyes drooped closed, and she stopped walking, zoning out. She forgot where she was, and what she was doing. The noises around her became muffled and quiet. When she remembered where she was, she opened her eyes and continued to walk. When she reached a bench near St. James, she sat down to take a break after taking a peak at her baby, who was heavily protected by spells. 

Poppy leaned her head back, closing her eyes. Unintentionally, she began to listen to her dad with her supernatural hearing, though she was a good block away. 

"As I live and breathe. Stefan Salvatore in the Crescent City. This ought to be very good, or entertainingly bad."

"I'm just in town for a little R & R. Hate to disappoint. So...how are Poppy, Elijah, and, uh, whoever else you've brought back from the dead?"

"Oh, you know the Mikaelsons. Never a dull moment. Poppy's...a fighter, and she's doing okay. The baby's delivery was rough, but they survived. How is Caroline?"

"Sylvia, I think we're gonna need another round."

"That is the mark of the Phoenix Sword."

"You've seen this before?"

"Tell me you have not been careless enough to make an enemy of Rayna Cruz! So, you came here to hide, to seek refuge in my town, to enjoy the perks of my hospitality in the city where my family sleeps, and all the while, you lure in a vicious hound with your scent?"

"If I leave, she'll kill me."

"And if you stay, I will. Get. Out."

Poppy felt herself slip in and out of consciousness, hearing the conversation but not processing it. She heard the muffled cries of her baby, and a muffled voice. She turned her head, feeling a warm and gentle hand on her cheek. Melody stopped crying after what felt like only seconds, being spoken to by another voice. 

She could hear her own heart beating in her chest, pounding. She felt a bead of sweat slip down her forehead to her cheek. Letting out a breath, she turned her head again. She felt so cold, especially when the hand on her cheek moved away. 

"You're going to be okay, Poppy." She heard her dad say. "I promise, I'm going to find a way to break the link..just...keep fighting."

Poppy opened her eyes to see a sky above her, which was cloudy and a dark color. She stood on a road, but didn't know where. It smelled like rain, and the warm wind blew, signaling a storm was coming. Her hands and feet felt like pins and needles, and when she looked down at them she had noticeable black veins. Black magic coursed through her. Looking back up she noticed a rope, which had a large knot in the middle the size of a basketball.