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Mystic Falls – 11th July 2010
Cary paused what he was saying as Klaus pulled out his phone to answer it, “Brother, I’m surprised you called, I thought you’d be busy with-”
“Niklaus,” Elijah interrupted, “I have not been able to get hold of Jenna, is there something wrong?”
“What do you mean you haven’t been able to get hold of her? She’s with you.” Klaus’s good mood instantly disappeared.
“What? No she’s not.”
“My people confirmed that she arrived in New Orleans on the 8th, she wanted to surprise you, so she drove there with two Wolves for protection.”
“Niklaus, I have not seen her, she has not called me, and she is not answering her phone, where is she?” Elijah’s voice was tight with worry, Jenna should have been able to reach out to him, even without a phone, her ability gave her access to every Death connected being on the planet if she so chose. Not to mention that the emotional connection that Maya shared with those that she loved would have meant that she should have felt it, if something was wrong.
Klaus’s whole demeanour had changed, and Cary’s hackles rose, his hearing allowed him to pick up the conversation and he was already on his own phone, calling the Wolves and Hybrids in New Orleans to get them to start the search for Jenna, “I will call Liz and have her trace Jenna’s phone, and I will collect some of Miranda’s blood to get a tracking spell done…damn it all the Witches are out of town.”
“Niklaus,” there was a barely perceptible tremor in Elijah’s voice, he was afraid, the woman he loved was missing, she had been for days, and he was none the wiser. He’d gotten too complacent, he should have known after Katherine had attacked and killed Jenna that she would always be in danger, but he’d relaxed instead, and now she was gone.
“I’m on my way Elijah.” Klaus hung up and looked at Cary, who had just finished his own call with members of the pack.
“I’ve already got them out searching for her, the GPS on the car will tell us where it was last, and they’ll fan out from there.”
“Get me a jet booked at the private airport,” Klaus said, both of their private jets were not accessible to him at the moment, but he could still get one chartered. The flight would take about two hours, he could run there faster, but he couldn’t leave the children, not after he’d just arrived back from the Prison World. Liz was his next call, letting her know that Jenna was missing so that she could put in the request to track her phone and told her to meet him at the Gilbert residence. He needed Miranda’s blood, and while he could simply take it, he would prefer to keep things peaceful, especially since Maya and Elena had agreed to start fresh, nothing had been forgotten, but there was an understanding that their previous interactions had been tainted by Nature’s magic.
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Rebekah surprisingly enough, was over at the pack house, Klaus wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it, “Rebekah!” He said, appearing by her side.
“Nik?” She looked up at the sound of his voice, taken aback by the hard set of his shoulders, something had happened, “What is it?”
“Jenna has been taken,” he said quietly, so as not to disturb his pack.
“What?!”
“Elijah said that she never made it to him, he just called.”
“We have to go; we have to find her!”
“Bekah!” he held onto her arms to stop her from running off, “I already have plan, Liz is tracking her phone, the GPS of the car has been sent to my people in New Orleans, they’re retracing her steps, and I am going to the Gilberts to collect some blood for a tracking spell. I need you to pack two bags for the children and get them ready to go, I cannot leave without them. You need to stay here to help protect our own in Mystic Falls.”
“I can’t just stay here! Elijah needs his family, so does Jenna!” Bekah protested.
“Rebekah! We don’t know if this was an opportunist or if it is the start of an attack on the family as a whole, with Kol, Freya and Maya away we cannot afford to leave this place undefended. You must stay here.”
“Nik-”
“Sister, my pack is here, Maya’s family and friends are here, and this is where we became Vampires, if this is an attack by Lucien, he needs access to this place, you must protect it.”
Rebekah’s jaw clenched, she knew what Klaus was saying made sense, she knew that they couldn’t afford to leave Mystic Falls without someone to watch over it, especially because they knew that Lucien wanted to harness the power of where they’d become Vampires for himself. “You call me, the second you find her.”
“I will,” Klaus nodded.
“What are you going to do about Maya?”
Klaus hesitated at that, “She hasn’t called us, which means that either something on that island is preventing her from feeling that her mother is in danger, or it’s something in New Orleans stopping that feeling from getting through to her. Either way, she cannot afford to be distracted while she takes care of Silas.”
“You’re not going to tell her?”
“Not until she calls to tell me the job is done.”
“Nik, Jenna’s her mother.”
“And Silas is a threat to everyone that we love, she will be angry, but she will understand my reasoning.”
Rebekah shook her head, disagreeing with her brother, she didn’t quite believe the threat that Silas posed, especially if entombed, Maya could always go back to the island after finding her mother, but she knew that she wasn’t going to change her brother’s mind. “Fine, when are you going?”
“As soon as the plane is fuelled and ready to go.”
The Hidden Isle – 11th July 2010
It was the end of the third day on the island, the four of them had finally peeled back the expression barrier on Silas’s tomb. Freya and Bonnie had been working on the barrier, while Kol and Maya were putting up as much protection as they could, so that when they went inside, Silas’s influence wasn’t too strong. He was already affecting everyone, the mood had turned quiet, sombre as Silas launched his own attacks on their minds, so they weren’t about to take any chances when they would actually be in close proximity to him. He wasn’t strong enough to hit them all at once, not while they were resting so far away from the cave, but it was enough that he had soured their mood.
Freya stepped away from the clearing, she needed privacy, she needed a moment to herself, to deal with what she was seeing. She turned into grove of trees and stopped short, it was Mikael, hair long, dressed in his Viking garb, like the last time she saw him in person.
“Freya,” he said, eyes filled with warmth as he looked at his golden child, his favoured first born.
“Father,” Freya’s voice shook, when she’d been running from Dahlia, she had dreamt of finding her father, of him saving her from Dahlia, but that was not to be. Her brother had killed her father long before she had woken, and Mikael had changed in the years since she’d known him, he had become harsh, angry, he had become the monster that his siblings feared, and that was when they had all been human. After they had become Vampires, he had hunted her siblings to the end of the Earth, much like Dahlia had done for her. Even if he had still been alive, she would never have been able to have the relationship that she wanted with him, not if she wanted to be a part of the rest of her family.
Mikael came to her, and she could feel his hand on her face, the warmth of his skin, like the moment when he’d said goodbye for his raid, before she’d been taken by Dahlia. “My daughter, I have missed you.”
“You left without saying goodbye,” Freya whispered feeling torn, she wanted her father, but she knew that he would destroy her family.
“I know,” Mikael said.
“I never saw you again.”
“I know.”
“You’re dead, you’re not real.”
“But I could be,” Mikael insisted, looking into her eyes, “All you have to do is help me.”
“I can’t,” Freya shook her head.
“What wouldn’t you give to have your father back?” Mikeal asked, and Freya closed her eyes, so she didn’t have to look into his. Mikael transformed into someone else, someone that she wanted to see more than her father, “What wouldn’t you give to have me back in your life?” the new person asked, causing Freya to snap her eyes open.
“Mathias,” she breathed, the man that she loved, the father of her unborn child, the man that Dahlia had killed when Freya had tried to run away.
“My love,” he said, a soft smile on his face, as he took her hands in his own, “I can come back, you just need to help me, with the Other Side gone, there’ll be nothing holding me there. You can bring me back.”
Freya felt a chill run down her spine, it pulled her out of the spell that Silas was trying to put her under, yanking her hands away from Mathias, she glared at him, her fury rising, “You are not Mathias! Mathias was human, the Other Side has no effect on him. Silas, betrayer, you are nothing, and you will be nothing until the day you die!” She turned away from the apparition, and went back to their camp, bumping into Kol who had come looking for her.
“Sister,” Kol asked, unusually serious as he took in her frazzled appearance, “Are you all right?”
Freya nodded, “Just Silas trying to get in my head.”
“There’s a lot of that going around tonight,” he nodded his head in the direction of the tents where Bonnie was staring off into the night, wiping tears that had been running down her face, and Maya who was scowling into the fire, pointedly ignoring the spot beside her.
“He’s not affecting you?”
“Not yet, I don’t know if there’s anyone dead that I would want to see alive,” Kol replied.
“No past lovers that you miss?”
“None that matter,” out of the coffin, Kol hadn’t made romantic connections with anyone that lasted more than a few days, he’d seen how Klaus had treated the women that Elijah loved, and how they all treated Rebekah’s lovers, and he knew that when they had to run from Mikael, they all had to get rid of any liabilities. He was too smart to fall in love when they had no stability, when he didn’t know when his brothers would choose to dagger him again, so no, he didn’t think that Silas would find anyone that he wanted to see on the Other Side.
Mikaelson Mansion, New Orleans – 11th July 2010
There was a knock on Davina’s bedroom door, startling the girl from her magic practice, “Come in,” she called, and Elijah walked in, much tenser than when he had left the mansion earlier in the day. “What is it?” the young girl asked, worried that the Witches had found her.
“Jenna’s been taken,” Elijah said.
“What?!”
“Niklaus says that she came to New Orleans earlier in the week to surprise me, but obviously she’s not here.”
“Oh my God! Um- I can do a tracking spell, but I’ll need someone blood related, where’s Maya?”
“She’s still away, Niklaus is bringing blood from Jenna’s sister, that should work, yes?”
“Yes,” Davina nodded, “Oh- get him to bring some of her hair, from like a brush or something, Maya taught me a long-distance communication spell, I’ll be able to tell her that we’re looking for her.”
Elijah nodded, “I’ll call him.”
Mystic Falls, Sommers House – 11th July 2010
“I’m going,” Damon said, grabbing a bag.
“No, I’m going, you stay here,” Enzo shot back.
“Nik is my best friend,” Damon replied.
“And Jenna is mine,” Enzo retorted.
“Well Maya’s my best friend and I should be the one to go!” Caroline said, the three of them arguing about who was going to go with Klaus to New Orleans.
“Absolutely not!” The three of them snapped their heads to the door, where Liz was stood, arms crossed, glaring at them.
“Mom!”
“No!” Liz held up her hand to prevent Caroline’s protests. “From what I understand, New Orleans is full of Vampires that are older than you, and Witches, that hate the Vampires.”
“My enhancement puts me on par with most of those Vampires!”
“I don’t care,” Liz replied, “You’re not going to New Orleans, you do not have a choice in this young lady.”
Caroline pouted, crossing her arms, looking eerily like her mother, and Damon laughed, “Sorry Blondie, I guess I’m-”
“You’re not going either,” Liz cut him off.
“What?”
“We cannot have two members of the council just disappear for an indeterminate amount of time, especially because no one on the council knows that Zach and John are dead. So, you’re staying put.”
“You’re not my mother Liz, you can’t tell me what to do,” Damon replied, getting a vicious glare from the Sheriff in response. Damon frowned and dropped his bag, “Fine, I’ll stay here.” Ignoring the muffled laugh coming from Caroline.
Liz looked over at the third Vampire in the room, “Enzo, you go, Klaus says that the jet will be ready in an hour.”
Enzo shot Caroline and Damon a triumphant grin and shot out of the room before anyone could stop him.
The Hidden Isle – 11th July 2010
Kol sat by the fire once everyone else had gone to sleep, blood bag in hand, unable to sleep, Silas’s presence heavy around him. It would take another day, maybe two to get inside the tomb and finally end the immortal for good. Kol was in his own head, which is probably why he didn’t notice the shadow that had gathered near him, taking the form of a very familiar shape. “Something on your mind brother?”
Kol’s head shot up, the blood bag falling to the ground at the sight of quite possibly the only person that he would wish to see again, “Henrik,” he whispered, he didn’t think that Silas would be so bold as to bring him his brother, or so cruel.
The young boy smiled, a cheeky grin that Kol remembered so well, a grin that showed that he’d never felt the sting of his father’s belt. “Kol,” he said, taking a seat next to the Original, so close that Kol could feel the phantom heat of his body.
“You…you can’t be here.”
“I am,” Henrik reached out and took Kol’s trembling hand in his own, “Can’t you feel me?”
“Yes,” Kol whispered.
“I’m here brother, didn’t you miss me?”
“Gods yes,” Kol replied, he’d prayed to the Gods for years after his brother’s death, begging Hel to bring his brother back, and then when that didn’t work, he’d found Witch after Witch, trying to find Henrik on the Other Side. Being the youngest brothers in the family, Kol and Henrik had been closer than the rest, Kol, taking his baby brother’s punishments just like Nik had done for him. Not that Henrik had been one to anger their father much.
“You searched for me everywhere, more than Nik, more than ‘Lijah, more than anyone.”
“You never came to me,” Kol breathed, “I couldn’t find you.”
“I found you,” Henrik said gently, “And I can come back, you’re so close! You could finally do what you’ve always wanted! You could make our family whole again. You could bring me back from the Other Side!”
With those words, it was like Kol had been doused in ice cold water, “Silas,” Kol hissed, “Faithless, and accursed! You dare use my brother against me? You dare use his face!” Kol was hot with anger now, “Henrik never made it to the Other Side, he was human, through and through, he is not there and even if he was, you think that I would ever trust you to bring him back?!” Kol ripped himself away from the shadow of his brother, “I was already coming to kill you, but for using his face, daring to touch his memory, for that I will make sure that you are forgotten, you will be nothing, not even a ghost story. You will be nothing but the idiot that thought that he could outwit the most powerful Witch of her time.”
The image of his brother disappeared, and along with it the heavy presence of the first immortal, likely deciding to save his energy for their final confrontation, and Kol sat back down, whole body shaking, wanting nothing more than to break down at the reminder of the brother that was lost forever.
New Orleans - Cemetery – 11th July 2010
Jenna forced herself not to struggle as Jane-Anne and Sophie took off her blindfold, and chained her ankle to a stone wall, the Witches had drugged her drink again, but Jenna’s body had metabolised it faster this time around, and she wanted to keep them unaware of her wakefulness, hoping that they would reveal something, anything, so that she could get out of there. She was quick to attempt to reach out to her abilities, but again, she was blocked, which meant that Sabine must have carved those symbols into wherever she was being held again.
“We have to be quick,” Sophie said to her sister. “Coming back here was a risk, Marcel’s guys are already looking for you, so we do this, and Sabine will get you to the docks.”
“Katie has a place for you to hide, while you wait for the ship,” Sabine said, and Jenna had to suppress a flinch, whoever Sabine was, she was good at hiding her true self from the others. “I have a truck waiting to get you there.”
“Alright, are you ready for this?” Jane-Anne asked, and Sophie nodded.
“I’m ready.”
“You know what you have to do?”
“Whatever it takes to get Monique back,” Sophie replied, she would do anything for her niece, especially because she’s the one that played such a crucial role in preventing the Harvest from being completed.
Jane-Anne sliced a cut in Jenna’s palm, causing the other woman to jerk, “You’re awake, good, this won’t take long.”
“Klaus isn’t going to help you, not because you have me.”
Sophie raised a brow at their captive, “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” Jenna demanded.
Mikaelson Mansion – 11th July
It was the early evening when Klaus, the children and Enzo arrived at the mansion, Klaus had shown Liam and Luna to the pack area that had been built, handing them off to two of the wolves that were waiting for them. And then he and Enzo headed back to the mansion, they walked inside to find Elijah pacing, while Davina was setting up a map of the city, and a small piece of paper that had a note written by Elijah on it.
“Elijah,” Klaus said, “Davina.”
“Niklaus,” Elijah replied, “Enzo.”
Enzo didn’t know it, but Klaus could see that his brother was brimming with rage, the longer that Jenna was gone, the worse his brother got, and the worse it would be for whoever took her, “Are you ready to find her?”
“Did you bring what I need?” Davina asked, cutting through the tension that was building.
Enzo pulled out a small vial of blood, and some of Jenna’s hair he’d taken from a brush in her room, “Here,” he said, handing it over, “Is that everything you need?” Davina nodded, but before she could begin the locator spell, and communication spell, she gasped, being overcome with the feeling that a Witch was doing magic in the city, “What is it?” Enzo asked, catching the vial as it fell from her fingers.
“Jane-Anne,” Davina said, glancing up at the three of them, “She’s doing magic again.”
“Jane-Anne?” Klaus asked, looking at his brother.
“A Harvest Girl’s mother, she was doing magic a few days ago, I went out looking, I couldn’t find her.”
“A few days ago?” Klaus repeated, “As in…when Jenna went missing?”
“And now she’s doing a spell again,” Enzo finished Klaus’s thought, “She has to have something to do with this.”
Elijah nodded, and turned his attention back to Davina, “Do the spells.”
Davina didn’t take his abrupt manor to heart, knowing how worried the Original was for the woman that he loved, “I’ll send the message first so that she knows we’re coming, and then do the locator spell.” She took the hair, placing it in a bowl, and casting a magical flame, “Capillus domino nuntium mitte,” she chanted, connecting the hair to the owner, next she held the paper over the flame, letting it catch fire, sending the message to the owner. When the fire burned out, Davina opened her eyes, “She should have the message.”
“You’re sure it went through?” Elijah asked.
“Yes, I felt it connect to her.”
“The locator spell next,” Enzo said, handing her the vial of blood that she’d dropped.
Davina spread the map over the floor, lighting candles and tipping the blood out of the vial, as she used her magic, it floated above the map, waiting to be directed with the spell, “Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras, sequita saguines. Ementas asten mihan ega petous.” The blood started on the edge, deep in the bayou, slowly it moved back to the centre of the map, before flaring out to all four corners, and the candles that she lit fizzled out. “Damn it!”
“What is it?” Elijah demanded.
“Something’s blocking me! She was definitely over here in the bayou,” she pointed to a spot where the blood had first pooled, “And I thought I was getting somewhere, but it was like I hit a wall.”
“Try again,” Elijah said.
“I will,” Davina snapped back, reaching her limits with the Original, “I need to come up with a different spell.”
“You said you were getting somewhere,” Klaus said, “Where did it stop when the spell stopped working.”
The young Witch sighed, “Here,” she pointed to an area covering roughly four blocks, “Lafayette Cemetery is in the middle,” she paused for a moment, thinking, “I’ll keep working on the spell, but if it was me, this is where Jenna would be held,” she tapped the cemetery, “It’s where the Harvest ritual took place, its sacred to my coven, but…Marcel said that it had been sealed off from Vampires. You won’t be able to get in without an invite.”
“The wolves can get in,” Klaus said, “In the meantime, I will check out the bayou, you and Enzo can go into the Quarter, see if you can find Jane-Anne," he said to Elijah.
The other two nodded, and all three of them sped out of the mansion, “You’re welcome!” Davina called, annoyed with all three of them.
Lafayette Cemetery
Jenna sat against the wall of the tomb that she’d been taken to, she didn’t know what to do anymore. Overwhelmed by what she’d been told by Jane-Anne and Sophie, and the spell that had been cast on her, she was trapped with nowhere to go and couldn’t escape. She was helpless, alone, and she didn’t even know if anyone knew that she was gone.
Just as she was falling deeper into despair, eyes tracing the carving above her head, she felt something appear in her hand. Looking down, she was met with a folded piece of paper, “Wh-” She opened the paper, and let out a quiet gasp at what she saw, Elijah’s handwriting, fifteen letters, six syllables, five words, ‘I am coming for you.’
And for the first time in days, Jenna felt hope.