Mrs Mikaelson

Chapter 37

Isa was asleep safely in her bed as Katherine watched over while. Nik would've been there, but he had a previous engagement kidnapping Sophie from Rousseau's to first get some answers and then finally spill a little witch blood.

"We had a deal!" he yelled as he threw her down into a chair. "You protect my wife and unborn child and I dismantle Marcel's army. And whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Isa to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches," he raged, as he sat, spitting the word witches with as much venom as he could muster.

"Keep it down, will you?" Katherine asked as she walked into the room, a mug in her hand as she sat on the chair adjacent to Sophie and opposite to Nik. "You'll wake up Isa."

"I had nothing to do with it I swear," Sophie promised. "Isa and I are linked, remember. She dies, I die."

"Then who were they?" Rebekah asked from where she stood behind her brother.

"They're a faction of extremists. A witch named Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had about the baby," Sophie answered.

"What kind of vision?" Nik asked darkly, ankle braced on his opposite knee.

"She has them all the time. Totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on this one," Sophie responded nervously.

"Way to dodge the question," Katherine muttered as she sipped from her mug.

"Well how, may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?" Nik pressed, annoyed as he leaned forward in his chair, his expression frozen in a scowl.

Sophie winced before she said, "Pretty much that your baby would bring death to all witches."

Nik's expression broke as his lips turned up into a smile. "Oh, well, I truly grow fonder of this child by the second."

"Sophie, look," Rebekah said as she dropped onto the couch next to her brother. "I promised Elijah that I would protect his girlfriend, my sister, and the Mikaelson magical miracle baby, whilst he tries to win your witch, Davina's, trust. Why don't you tell me, how extreme this faction is?"

Sophie's eyes widened. "Elijah's talking to Davina?" she asked.

"As we speak, I'd imagine," Katherine said as she lowered her mug, recalling how Isa's plan had been put on hold in favour of Elijah's. "That boyfriend of mine is quite persuasive when he wants to be."

"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say, about that crowd," Sophie said.

"Do tell," Nik said as he sat back against the sofa and Sophie began to tell her tale of the Harvest festival and Davina's involvement. The Harvest ritual was performed once every 300 years to renew the connection between the living witches of New Orleans and their dead ancestors. The witches present their ancestors with an offering that involves the sacrificing of four young witches, one of them being Davina. They were told that it would be a great honour and a service to their coven. They were not told, however, about the sacrifice, that they were required to die so that the others may live. It was said that the girls would be resurrected in return for their sacrifice, but with a ritual so old, no one really knew the specifics of it. It was a story passed down through generations and very few still believed in it. Sophie thought it was a myth, but before she could confirm it, Nik's phone rang. Marcel was on the other end and he'd asked Nik to accompany him out to the bayou where it seemed as if a werewolf had killed a horde of witches. Just as Nik agreed, Isa walked into the room in bike pants and Nik's shirt, her hair in a messy bun as she nursed a mug of hot chocolate.

"I need to get to the witch's remains and consecrate them. If I don't get to them before sundown, we lose the link to their magic," Sophie exclaimed as Isa rubbed her forehead, drawing Rebekah and Katherine's attention.