ARIA'S POV
"You know, Aria, I think I heard that Klaus now has a fetus growing in some werewolf's oven." Ally giggles and I roll my eyes at her. She always comes to tease me about the one person I have had a small crush on since we found out about all this. I mean he is probably just misunderstood.
"Well that's lovely, maybe people will see now that he has a warmer heart than you." Spencer counters and we giggle as Ally stops short and scowls at Spencer. Before we know it, Spencer is thrown to the ground and covered in dirt.
"Ally! That was a hundred dollar dress! And it was mine!" Hanna whines as she blows the speckles off of Spencer and the cream dress.
I roll my hazel green eyes at them before surpassing the idiots and moving to the doors of the large house. Taking a deep breath, I knock. No answer.
"Come on, now, that's no way to enter our way." Ally sighs as she gestures to Hanna who throws her hand out to force open the doors with her wind.
We all enter the place with dignity and determination.
"Hello? Yoohoo? Someone called for help?" Hanna chirps out and instantly we feel someone rush from behind us to in front of us.
A man with caramel skin and dark brown eyes stares at us blankly, "And who might you be?"
"I think we should leave that to Aunt Rebekah to answer." Hanna crosses her arms and stares at him expectantly.
"Rebekah Mikaelson?" The man asks and we nod.
"You called, Marcel?" A blonde lady comes out of nowhere and stands by him.
"Aunt Rebekah." Hanna smiles and Rebekah looks over at her in confusion, "I'm sorry, you are?"
"Hanna Marin, ma'am." Hanna bows before hugging Rebekah with all her might.
"I'm sorry, girl, but I do not seem to remember you." Rebekah says as she disentangles Hanna from her.
Ally steps up, "Well allow us to explain. It's quite a long story."
Rebekah nods before leading us to a room with a few decorative couches and a fire place and bar. We all take our seats in various places. Ally near the bar with Marcel and Spencer and Hanna on the sofa across from Rebekah who stands by the fireplace. I stand near a window, looking out into the night.
"So, I am Hanna Main as I said before and these are my friends, Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery, and Allison DeLaurentis. We are The Last Ones as they call us and we have come to help you." Hanna introduces us and Ally continues, "We are fae and witch hybrids. We found our powers shortly after turning eighteen. One of our best friends went missing right after and we've been trying to find her before.. Someone else does."
Spencer takes the moment to jump in before anyone questions her, "Our parents told us of this town as a place where we would find certain ancestors of ours. Your mother, the witch, is Hanna's many great grandmother. We don't know from which line, but she is your niece somehow. And my aunt Sophie is here somewhere. I heard she gave you all a hard time. I apologize on her behalf for whatever she did."
Marcel dashes to her and within seconds he has her by the neck against the wall, his face inches from her as he growls, "Apologize? Apologies mean nothing to what she has made me lose! Can you bring her back? Can you?!"
"Bring who back?" Spencer manages to let out and Marcel shouts, "Davina."
"Davina?" I gasp as I remember the name from the last Harvest chosen ones.
"What happened to Davina?" Ally stands and Marcel lets Spencer go before turning to us and explaining "The Harvest had to be completed. We slit her throat, but she didn't awaken."
I gasp and turn to Hanna, "We have to go back to the grave and find the girls! We need to make them alive and well. Wait, then where did all the power go?"
Ally snarls, "Of course, the elders!"
"All the elders are dead. What are you talking about?" Marcel asks and Spencer shakes her head, "No, Sabine took the power to resurrect them instead of the girls."
"That bitch!" Rebekah hisses and Ally stands, "We have to split up. Aria and Spencer go to the graves and try to resurrect the girls! Hanna, come with me, we will end these elders once and for all."
"Wait! What shall we do?" Rebekah grabs my hand and I say, "Just let your people know who is here now. We will be a huge tool for Klaus and you all now. But there will be some rules."
As we leave we hear Marcel mutter, "Klaus won't like hearing about more rules. I like these girls."
