Endgame ⚜ Sweet but Psycho

42. voodoo in my blood

500 AD 

It was nighttime, and the villagers gathered to celebrate the birth of a baby, who was believed to bring prosperity upon the tribes. The baby was held high in the air before being placed in a basket, which was surrounded by beautiful flowers. Fire lit up the area so they could see what they were celebrating. 

Though when the baby was laid into the blankets, the flowers began to shrivel and die, and from within a bright blue light began to glow, and they knew that they would not receive the blessings they expected from the baby. 

May 16, 2019

New Orleans, Louisiana 

Vincent's Apartment 

"I want you to remember who I am."

The moon was still high in the sky, its light glowing through the thin curtains that covered the window of the bedroom. It was a plain room, lacking of personality as it hadn't really been lived in. The bed was queen sized, and sat upon a box spring. The sheets were fluffy and pale green in color, which went well with the wooden walls. Laying in the bed was Poppy, who had went to bed shortly after the strange occurrence that took place in the dining room. She had fallen asleep quickly, which wasn't a surprise because she had drained herself. 

The moonlight illuminated the sweat that sat on her skin, which was a bit red and hot to the touch. Her fingers twitched, and she turned her head, taking a breath to signal that she has just woken up. She pulled the blankets closer to her shoulders, feeling cold, but beneath the blankets she could feel the heat that radiated off of her body. 

Poppy took another breath and turned her head again, her eyes still closed. "Baby..." she whispered to herself, her voice weak. "Crescent Wolf..." She was Speaking of the dream she just had, just flashes. She saw a baby, and ancient people with the Crescent Wolf birth mark. "The Hollow", she titled the baby. That's what it felt like. It felt cold and wicked. She swallowed and made a small noise of discomfort, finding it a bit harder to breathe, like the pressure was higher within her chest. "Vincent..." she spoke a bit louder, but her voice was still quiet. "Vincent." With a deep breath, she placed her hands beside both sides of waist and pushed herself to sit up. As soon as she sat up, her vision was filled with spots and she fell sideways onto the pillows, asleep again. 

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Mikaelson Compound 

"Hope, what's going on?" Hayley Marshall inquired to her daughter as she walked from the courtyard into a large room. In that large room was a table, where the indestructible jaw bone of the Hollow sat, surrounded by a circle of salt. The bone moved around a few inches, turning as it did. Standing by the table was Hope, who watched it in curiosity.

Hope tilted her head, as if listening to something. Because she was, her ears were filled with whispers. "Mom? Can you hear them too?"

Hayley looked at the bone before grabbing her daughter's arm and turning her away from the table, bending over a bit. She was worried that the jaw had some effect on the little girl. 

"What's going on?" Klaus sounded, walking into the room. 

The mother glanced at him then looked back at their daughter, now kneeling before her. "Look at me. Tell me what you heard." 

"Voices." Hope furrowed her eyebrows. "They said that we're connected to this. You and me and Poppy."

Hayley looked up at the Original Hybrid, who opened his mouth to speak. "If this fossil has been whispering lies, I'll gladly throw it in the river."