Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

44|I Will Rescue You

|nora's pov|

"Rebekah!" I screamed, quickly beaming down the stairs.

We need to go, and we need to leave now.

As soon as Marcel toasted to everybody, the party was more lively than it's been all night. The music seemed louder, and everyone was jumping for joy with smiles on their faces.

For the New Order.

I didn't even stumble, as people bumped into me left and right, determination leaking off of me.  I pushed passed them all using my forearm, trying to stand on my tippy toes to see if I could find the other third of our trio.

"Rebekah!?"

"You don't have to bloody shout, I can hear you loud and clear you know." I turned around at the speed of light, my eyes widening when I was met flesh with her face, but I disregarded her remark. 

"We need to get out of here, let's go." I raised my eyebrows.

"Why, what happened?" She asked, her eyes pinging towards every direction, in suspicion.

"Marcel knows that were here, now come on." My voice got staccato trying to burn the words into her head, and I think it finally clicked when her bubbly face lost any trace of expression.

"Oh, crap." I let out a breath, my eyes circling around the room.

Oh crap, is right.

His passive aggressive speech had me left uneasy, and almost jittery. Like I have eyes on me.

But on the contrary; I cannot see Marcel anywhere, and everybody seems to be acting as per-usual.

"I'm gonna go get Freya, find Aiden, Jack and Ollie." We exchanged a few quick nods in agreement, before turning our backs on one another, rushing in completely opposite directions. 

I staggered my way up the stairs, striding to the bathroom. My hand quickly found the leaver, pushing down on it as the door swung open, but my body froze in confusion upon me just opening the door. My eyes landed on the dead girl, and only the dead girl.

No Freya.

I scanned all the way up the wall right ahead of me to the open window, and I let out a breath remaining still, watching the curtains blow in the wind.

This isn't right, she was supposed to take care of the body and catch up with us, well right about now.

I fumbled with my pocket, ripping my phone out to see if she had tried to reach out to me but she hadn't, and that only added to my suspicion. I clicked on her contact name, and I twirled around the room in angst, hoping that the line would connect.

On the fourth ring it did, and I closed my eyes in relief, walking back over to the door.

"Freya, you had me worried sick, I was about to call Klaus." I sighed, pushing down on the handle once more as I stepped outside of the door, letting it silently shut behind me. "It's time for us to go, I'll explain more on the way-"

"Worried sick? What a pity.." My bowed head, slowly lifted to the sound of a slick male voice on the other end of the speaker.

"Freya can't come to the phone right now, she's dead." My left hand that was holding the phone tensed up, and I tilted my head in the direction of the device, just to make sure that I was hearing right.

"Excuse me?" I swallowed.

"Or at least she will be." I blinked hard when I heard the fake humor leave their voice, being replaced by a serious yet formal tone.