(Sequel to 'The Original Lovers')
When Ingrid is offered a deal by Esther Mikaelson to come back to life, she took it with no hesitation. She would do absolutely anything to get back to her family, but more importantly she would do anything to get b...
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"Did you find anything yet?" Esther asked as she, Finn, and Ingrid walked through the cemetery.
"No," Ingrid answered monotonously, paying more attention to her nails than the actual conversation.
"Then you'll have to work harder, become closer to the girl, make her trust you."
"And what happens when Kol comes back? Do I lie to him as well? When you said I'd be reunited with my family, I had something entirely different in mind. Something with more of, I don't know, my family," Ingrid ranted, keeping a calm, albeit a little sarcastic, tone.
"You mean my family," Esther corrected, her fists clenching.
"Last time I checked you don't try to kill your family. So no, I did not mean your family."
"Just learn what Davina is hiding and you can be reunited with them," the Original Witch stated, a hint of anger in her voice.
"And what? Go braid each other's hair? Make friendship bracelets? Go to the mall-"
"Just do as you're told, Ingrid," Finn spoke up, stepping between the woman and his mother as they both looked ready to start shooting spells at each other.
Or maybe just plain shoot each other.
"Why yes, of course. I better listen when little Saint Finn tells me what to do. I swear the temperature dropped as you glared at me, I could almost feel my souls leaving my body," Ingrid said with an absolute deadpan expression on her face. "That's right, two. Unless you forgot that your perfect mother shoved us into bodies that were already inhabited, doing fuck knows what to the original souls inside. How's that for your holy moral compass, Finn?"
The man had the decency to look at least partially ashamed as he glanced at himself in a passing mirror. A face that was not his own stared back at him, but his mother was quick to pull him to her side again and snap him out of his thoughts.
"Stop it, both of you. There's enough conflict to come," Esther ordered, nodding at the wolves in front of them.
"Wow, so are they going to just camp out in the cemetery like a bunch of homeless people?" Ingrid mused, scanning the group as she walked past them.
"Nonsense, these are our friends. Wolves need a gift only I can provide, moonlight rings," Esther announced, walking up the steps to the witches' workspace. "The witches have been working day and night. Soon we will have enough rings for an army and when we do, we will pay your brothers a visit. We will teach them the unfortunate error of their vampire ways."
"The vampire ways you caused," Ingrid mumbled under her breath, mouthing the word 'hypocrite' while pointing at the Original Witch's back.
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Ingrid let out a sigh as she sent Davina a text, not liking that she had to lie to the girl. As soon as she got a text back, telling her where to go, she quickly grabbed her jacket and left. Ingrid took her time walking through the streets of New Orleans, getting sucked into memories of what it once was. She remembered the parties, the memories with her family, she remembered how this was once her home and now she was hiding from everything and everyone she once loved. For what? For a promise Esther made her? Esther never cared about Ingrid, no matter how much she wanted her to, no matter how many times she had hoped the witch would look at her with even an ounce of the affection she gave her own children. Ingrid shook her head, disrupting her train of thought as she finally arrived at her destination and saw Davina waiting by a bench.
