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FROM A CRADLE TO A GRAVE

Please read the A/N at the end, it's very important!

Nat heard noises coming from another room and scrunched her nose up. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, a hand coming up to her head as she looked around the room. At first she was confused, but then she remembered coming to Sara earlier to get some magic. She recalled her friend leaving her on the sofa as she went to get the things to bandage her. After that, she passed out from exhaustion.

She groaned quietly as she sat up and looked at her legs. She found her thigh already bandaged and sighed in relief. Nat moved her head slightly to the side and winced in pain, the punch from the Correa werewolf coming back to her.

"Hey, hey, hey." Sara suddenly entered the room and Nat looked up at her. She was carrying a glass of water and looking at her worriedly. "You should be resting."

"I can't. Hayley, I need to get to Hayley." Nat said, her voice hoarse and weak still.

"Nat, why don't you just let Klaus and Elijah handle that? You're injured and you need to rest." Sara pressed her on as she sat down and handed her the glass of water. Nat took it and quickly chugged it down before setting it on the coffee table.

"They're fighting Marcel's army and the Correas, who turns out, are werewolves now." Sara frowned and Nat sighed. "Which means, I need to get to Hayley before the witches do something to her and the baby."

"God, you're stubborn." Sara muttered under her breath before getting up. "They're at St. Anne's." Nat's eyes widened and Sara smiled slightly at her. "I did a locator spell while you were asleep, as well as filled your pendant with magic." Nat got up with a small wince and smiled at her friend. "I've known you for some months now and you're terribly stubborn. I knew you wouldn't back down from this."

"Thank you. Really."

"Just- promise me you'll be careful, Nat." Nat nodded, but Sara kept watching her concerned. "When the witches want something, they get it. Now, I don't know what they're planning, but if they didn't tell me, then it can't be good. So please, be careful." Her voice held panic, so Nat grabbed her hand and smiled at her.

"I will."

"I put an ointment on your leg and your face, it won't heal like vampire blood, but it'll heal you just enough to hold yourself against anyone." Nat nodded and took a deep breath. "Call me as soon as you guys are safe and don't hesitate to come here if you need anything."

"Thank you." Sara nodded and Nat turned around.

She headed to the door and stepped outside before going down the stairs slowly. Once she was out of the building, Nat walked as quickly as her injured leg let her. Whatever Sara had done earlier, she was feeling much better, but the pain hadn't left her body yet.

The streets were empty, the witches probably in St. Anne's with Genevieve and the others. The vampires were with Marcel at the compound and the werewolves were probably fighting them. Maia suddenly entered Nat's mind and immediately her face fell. She wouldn't get a moonlight ring, what with Francesca hijacking them and giving them to her brothers.

Before she knew it, Nat saw the church doors in front of her. She stood frozen for a moment, but as soon as she thought about the baby, she snapped out of it. She pushed the doors open and entered the church. The first thing she saw was Klaus pinned to the wall with blood on his mouth. Then, her eyes landed on Hayley, who was laying on the altar with the baby in her arms.

They both turned to her and smiled slightly, the werewolf showing her the little girl wrapped up in a blanket. But before Nat could take a step further, Monique grabbed Hayley by the hair, pulled her hair back and slit her throat with a knife.