The Catastrophic Expedition [1] (To Be Edited)

𝟎𝟎𝟔. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ☑️

At the old abandoned house, the original brooding vampire Finn and the so-called-original witch, Esther, stood outside of the house with Bonnie and her mother. The sky was almost pitch black as the moon illuminated a bright white light.

"They're coming, Mother!" Finn notified the woman who gave birth to him and who looked as calm as ever. As if she didn't deliberately plan to murder her children but if you looked close enough, you could see the panic hidden in her eyes.

"No, it's too soon, the moon is not High enough," Esther cursed under her breath before direct her gaze towards the two females. "Please go back inside. It's not safe here." She urged the Bennett witch before they rushed back into the house.

Kol, Elijah, Klaus slowly walk up toward the pair as the dark-skinned witches disappeared into the house.

"My sons, come forward," Esther called out to her three sons.

"Stay beside me, Mother," Finn advised her as she walked into the pentagram.

"It's okay. They can't enter." She boasted with a blank expression.

The youngest of the three approached the pentagram. The torches around flare-up in response and he is driven back due to the heat of the flames. "That's lovely. We're stuck here, while the favorite son plays sacrificial lamb. How pathetic you are, Finn." He spat out, his tone laced in venom.

The conversation continued back and forth until the ill-tempered hybrid had quite enough talking and chose to speak up. "Enough. All this talk is boring to me. End this now, Mother, or I'll send you back to Hell." Klaus growled, glaring at his sorry excuse of a mother menacingly.

Esther flickered her eyes over the monstrous vampires in front of her and her eyes momentarily sadden as she recalled a time where she once saw as them innocent. "For a thousand years, I've been forced to watch you. Felt the pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood. Even you, Elijah, with your claim to nobility, you're no better. All of you. You're a curse on this Earth. Stretched out over generations. If you've come to plead for your life, I'm sorry, you've wasted your time." The Mikaelson witch expressed in a gloomy tone but had no desire to change her plan of action.

"Who's fault is it that you and that barbaric husband of yours decided to turn your own children into vampire against their will?" An angry yet powerful voice boomed taking the Mikaelsons by surprise as they followed where the voice was coming from.

Two familiar figures emerged from the dark forest, each having a stormy expression of their own. As the two came closer, It became clear to Klaus and Kol that the two were Edgar and Theodore who looked anything but pleased. The playful and loveable males they had encountered earlier seemed to have disappeared and replaced with two very pissed off Dragons that looked ready to wreak havoc.

"It really is pathetic that you cannot take responsibility for what you have done and put all the blame on them." Edgar spat. The irises of his eyes flashing a beaming bright yellow while his sclera's bleed a dark black as he clenched his jaw in aggravation. The audacity Esther had to even attempt to kill their mates made Edgar's anger raise as he didn't seem to notice his brother's eyes flash a vivid white that struck fear within Esther. A furious glare was directed at her from both twins. The two weaved their fingers of their right hands before they approached the pentagram until they stood merely a few spaces away from the burned lines.

Esther gulped down her fear before verbalizing her confusion. "I don't understand. Why would Dragon Kings concern themselves with vampires? Unless..." she trails off thinking back to her knowledge of Dragons. Esther knew well enough that the species of Dragons were temperamental and overall had trouble controlling their anger, even more so than werewolves. And their tempers would be provoked if their soulmate or mates were in danger. Realization dawned her like a tone of bricks as she held her hand over mouth in shock. "One of my sons must be your mates then. You would not care if they were not-" Esther's statement was cut off as she was unable to pry her mouth open and muffled sounds came out instead.

Elijah didn't understand the contexts his mother was meaning behind the word mates while his brother's Kol and Klaus had a surprised look upon their features as they recognized the word. Finn was confused with the whole situation but still stood by his mother's side.

The dark-haired King shushed her tauntingly as he and his brother simultaneously titled their heads to the side before placing a single finger in the middle of their lips, hiding their growing dark smirks with an innocent gesture.

"You talk too much. No one needs to know about that at the moment," Theodore scolds her with the same eerie smirk that sent shivers down the witch's spine. "You don't have your own magic, do you? You're drawing your power from the Bennet line. I have seen two living witches in Mystic Falls from that line but a hundred dead witches have a thousand living descendants." Theodore said loudly noticing the power she was emitting was not her own and could sense the lingering spirts around the house.

"I wonder what would happen if those descendants were tracked down and accidentally killed in unforeseen circumstances?" Edgar wondered in such an innocent tone. "Hear me and listen clear, dead witches. You will have a war between species if you do not stop aiding Esther Mikaelson with this ridiculous task. And heed my warning, more blood will be shed for witches because you will be dealing with both Dragon and Warlocks beyond this world." Edgar announced with sharpness in his tone.

Esther could feel the magic disintegrate from her body and felt dread of what's to come. "No! Sisters! Do not abandon me!" her voice quavered with fright.

"Mother!" Finn cautioned.

The pentagram torches flare up just in time as Finn grabbed Esther. The three brothers cower from the heat and brightness of the flames. While Edgar and Theodore easily raised their unoccupied hands toward the flames and the fire immediatly was under their control. The radiating heat was reduced immensely and the flames shifted to an electric blue before the fire slowly extinguished.

Elijah, Klaus, Kol stand around in surprise and amazement at the display in front of them. None of them have ever seen such skills especially when it came to controlling magic.

By the time either of the twins noticed, Finn and Esther were already gone. "Damn it! We let her get away." Edgar grumbled as his brother rolls his eyes at him.

"It's alright. She'll be back," Theodore reassured his brother's uneasiness.

"Before I forget, here's a vail of our blood for that idiot." Edgar tossed the small glass containing their blood to Klaus who catches it without a problem. "It's up to you if you give it to him or not." Edgar shrugged nonchalantly. Just as the pair were about to make their exit, a voice stopped them.

"What business did either of you have in interfering?" Elijah pondered in complete confusion.

Theodore sighed tiredly, contemplating what he should say before he accidentally mentions too much. "We could not stand by and do nothing especially as individuals important to us are in danger." he swallowed audibly as he fought himself not to say their names. "I cannot tell you who those individuals are because even they don't know it yet but I encourage you to do research on Dragons for future references and mates if you are curious." with that the twins fade away, leaving the three alone Originals alone.

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