As soon as she learned Klaus was staying behind, Morgana knew something was off. He said he wanted to make sure Hope was truly safe; okay, made sense. She really didn't have a reason to suspect anything...damn her gut feelings, especially when they were right.
She was at the bell tower with Freya when Klaus came by. He glanced at and she just knew she was right. She raised an eyebrow, and he sighed.
"You're not leaving, are you," he said.
"You can bet your sweet ass I'm not," she replied.
He shot her a smirk. "You think my ass is sweet?"
It was her turn to smirk. Before she could reply, though, Freya cleared her throat. Oh God, Morgana had forgotten she was there. Heat flushed her cheeks. The mood plummeted, however, at Klaus' next words.
"I think the Hollow is possessing me."
Her heart dropped. He explained that he was seeing and hearing Mikael, who was trying to get him to kill Marcel.
Freya got out a bowl and a knife, and he cut his hand and let the blood drip into the bowl.
"Tell me again what happened at this ritual," she said.
"I fought evil, and I saved children," he replied. "I should be given a medal. Instead I've been infected by some depraved ghost."
"Well, I know purging spells and cleansing rituals, so I can fix this," Freya said.
"Marcel was in the circle with you," Morgana reminded him.
"In your visions, our father is goading you to kill your enemy," Freya said. "If Marcel has seen something similar..."
"Then we're all on the chopping block," Klaus finished.
"Right, you both need to be purified," Morgana said.
"No, not yet," Klaus argued. "If the Hollow can look into me, then I can look back at it, find out what it is, what it wants."
"Oh, so you'll just continue to let this thing possess you and try to make you do God knows what?" She snapped.
"This thing came after Hope!"
She glared at him, but didn't say anything. Freya glanced between them.
"We'll give you an hour," she said. "And something else." She picked up a dagger. "The means to kill the unkillable king of New Orleans. If Marcel comes after you, use this."
Klaus shot her an annoyed look.
"Oh, you're mad I kept a secret from you? Fine. Chastise me once you've made it through the day."
After a moment, he took the dagger and left. Morgana dragged a hand down her face and then ran it through her hair.
"How the hell did you manage to make that?" She asked, then held up a finger. "Actually, never mind, I don't wanna know."
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Morgana had gone off to get some supplies (read: her candles), and was using this opportunity to try and calm down. When her phone buzzed in her pocket, she knew that time had been cut short.
"Hello?"
"If we don't find Klaus now, they're going to kill each other," Freya said.
"On my way."
Morgana did a tracing spell and, once she found Klaus, called on Air and flew as fast as she could.
She met Freya at an old abandoned house. Freya was holding a small bag. They went up the porch steps, and hit a barrier when they tried to go inside. They held hands and began chanting.
"Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most."
Morgana flinched. They stopped the spell. She shared a glance with Freya and wiped her nose. They'd both gotten nosebleeds. Elijah appeared next to Morgana and offered his hand.
"Need a hand?" He asked.
She took it, and they tried again.
"Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most. Repo oma dal most."
The door burst open, and they ran in. Marcel had Klaus pinned against the wall. Elijah grabbed Marcel and yanked him away. Marcel went for Elijah, but Klaus broke his neck.
A blue light came from behind them. They turned and saw a shadowy figure in the middle of the light. It had no features, only a pair of eyes and glowing hands.
"Leave my family alone!" Freya shouted.
She threw a bottle at the figure. It hit it and exploded. The thing screamed a sharp, high-pitched wail, and Morgana covered her ears and cursed. The screaming stopped, and the light disappeared. She uncovered her ears. It was gone.
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Elijah offered the bottle of liquor to Klaus.
"I prefer my mind remain unaltered for the time being," Klaus said.
"Weird, I feel the exact opposite," Elijah replied.
Freya entered the room. "Rest easy, brother. My spells have Marcel bound and cloaked."
"And there is no trace of the Hollow's magic in either of you," Morgana added.
"So where has it gone?" Elijah asked.
"It's a ghost," Morgana replied. "It could be anywhere."
"And since we know that it still wants to sacrifice something powerful, we have to be prepared," Freya said.
She reached for the dagger sat on the table. Klaus grabbed her hand. "I think I'll hold on to it for now."
"This wasn't a gift. Today proved Marcel's a threat, whether used as a sacrifice or possessed."
"Regardless--"
"What good is having a weapon if you won't use it?"
"Niklaus, give it to her," Elijah said.
Klaus hesitated, but he let Freya have the dagger. "Having a monopoly of power makes you a target, sister. Remember that."
Freya left the room. Morgana pushed off the wall.
"I'm going to bed. And by the way," she pointed at Klaus, "the next time you're possessed, we're not waiting. Goodnight."
