"Okay, this doesn't make any sense." Alistair's words hung in the air, shrouding the room in confusion. The Mikaelson siblings, along with Hayley, nodded in agreement, their expressions mirroring their puzzlement. Rebekah, one of the Mikaelson siblings, voiced a question. "You say she was born in a nearby town?"
Alistair nodded; his gaze focused on Rebekah. "Yes, but her birth surname was Labonair. Just like yours," he added, pointing towards Hayley.
The mention of the shared surname sparked intrigue among the Mikaelson siblings. Klaus, turned to Freya, his sister. "Could it be a doppelgänger?" he queried, his eyes searching for answers.
Freya shook her head, dismissing the possibility. "It wouldn't make sense. Hope is not immortal; she can still be killed. There's no reason for her to have a doppelgänger, not to mention that they take generations to appear."
Alistair's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle pieces, but there were pieces clearly missing. Something clicked within him, and he directed his attention to Hayley, the brunette woman who had called Michelle "Faith." "Wait," he interjected, his voice filled with curiosity. "You called her Faith. Why?" His gaze then shifted to Klaus. "And you also called her that."
An exchange of knowing looks passed between Hayley and Klaus, their expressions clouded with a sense of heaviness. Klaus, with a somber expression, looked into the distance before answering. "During the first few weeks of Hayley's pregnancy, we believed there were two babies. But one day, the other heartbeat just vanished, and Hope was born alone." He turned to Hayley, silently urging her to continue.
Hayley took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability. "There was never any evidence of a dead fetus or any complications. We all eventually concluded that we must have imagined it."
Silence engulfed the room as the weight of the revelation settled upon them. Uncertainty lingered, casting a confused shadow over their faces.
(...)
Inside Hope's room, the two girls had been engaged in a lively conversation for over an hour. Their words flowed effortlessly as they delved into various topics, discovering the striking similarities between their likes and interests. It became evident that both girls possessed a natural inclination towards the arts, whether it be appreciating artistic creations or expressing themselves through the art. As witches, they shared a profound connection with Nature, finding joy in it. Additionally, their love for training their fighting skills provided a common ground, be it with magic or physically.
Hope couldn't help but express her envy, a pout forming on her face. "I'm so jealous. You get to train and fight. I have to go to school."
Michelle, wanting to assure her that they were not so different, quickly defended herself. "I also go to school!"
Hope's pout deepened; her frustration apparent. "But it's different. You go to a regular school and get to help defend the world. Meanwhile, I'm stuck attending a school filled with supernaturals, and it's not even as fun as it sounds."
Michelle listened to her words, feeling a pang of understanding. Remembering her times as an orphan.
(...)
After an hour of continuous discussion, the room was filled with a sense of bewilderment and frustration. No matter how many theories were thrown on the table, none seemed to provide a reasonable explanation.
Alistair, unable to contain his confusion any longer, spoke up. "It still doesn't make any sense." His eyes scanned the room, seeking confirmation. "Hayley, your birth surname is Labonair, correct?" Hayley nodded in affirmation, her brows furrowing slightly. "Well, that was also her surname," he continued, referring to Michelle.
Turning his attention to Klaus, Alistair pressed further. "You mentioned that Hope triggered her werewolf curse a few months ago, right?" Klaus nodded, his expression serious. "Well," Alistair continued, "Michelle triggered hers just a few weeks ago." The revelation earned wide-eyed astonishment from everyone in the room.
Breaking the momentary silence, Kol couldn't help but interject with a mischievous grin. "And who did she kill?" His tone laced with amusement.
Alistair rolled his eyes at Kol's childish demeanor. "A psychotic Darach who was sacrificing people in our town," he explained. The room fell into a contemplative silence, and Alistair could swear he saw them nod approvingly.
Feeling the need to delve deeper, Alistair turned his attention back to Hayley. "Does your bloodline have witches?" he inquired; his voice tinged with curiosity.
(...)
Michelle's voice trembled as she asked, her tone filled with genuine concern. "And how was your first transformation?"
Hope's expression softened as she recalled the intense experience. "It was painful, I won't deny that," she admitted, empathy lacing her voice. "Every bone in your body breaks and then reaccommodates. It's an excruciating process." Michelle's eyes widened with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, hanging onto her every word.
"But," Hope continued, her voice taking on a reassuring tone, "you learn to navigate through it. Mom and dad were there to guide me through it." Her gaze held a fondness as she reminisced about her parents' presence during that transformative moment.
"When I surrendered to the wolf, it just came naturally," she explained, hoping to ease Michelle's fears. "It's as if a primal instinct takes over." A flicker of confidence sparkled in her eyes as she described the transformative experience.
Hope reached out and gently placed her hand on Michelle's, offering support and reassurance. "You won't be alone through this," she assured her, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'll be there for you, just like my parents were there for me." Michelle could only smile with fondness, a new warmth settling in her chest.
(...)
The room fell silent as Hayley's words hung in the air, filling the space with an undeniable sense of astonishment. Alistair's eyes widened,
"Inadu," Alistair repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Hayley nodded; her expression was blank. "You're a descendant of the witch who created the werewolf curse?"
Alistair's mind swirled with questions, a torrent of thoughts battling for his attention. The implications of this revelation were staggering.
(...)
Michelle's eyes widened in astonishment as she processed Hope's words. It was a revelation that could have shattered the very foundation of someone's life, but Hope's nonchalant demeanor seemed to suggest otherwise.
A nervous chuckle escaped Michelle's lips, a mix of disbelief and awe. "Your ancestor possessed you?"
"And I almost destroy New Orleans, but yeah." Hope's response, delivered with an air of indifference, sent a ripple of astonishment through Michelle. It was as if she had casually mentioned a minor inconvenience rather than a cataclysmic event.
A bittersweet smile formed on Michelle's face as she contemplated the parallels between their lives. "And here I thought my mom leaving me in an orphanage was hard," she chuckled.
As their eyes locked, a profound understanding passed between them, as if they were two souls who had been searching for each other throughout the ages. It felt as if they had known each other their whole lives, as if their paths were always destined to intertwine.
Seated cross-legged on the bed, their bodies instinctively gravitated towards each other, their arms extending and hands reaching out to clasp one another's. The moment their hands made contact, a radiant, white glow emanated from their intertwined fingers, casting an ethereal light across the room.
(...)
Restlessness filled the air as Freya paced back and forth, her brows furrowed in deep concentration. "There are still pieces missing, but there's one thing concerns me the most," Freya began, her voice carrying a tinge of worry. All eyes turned towards her, awaiting. With a heavy sigh, she continued, "The magic emitting from Michelle is technically the same as the magic I feel from Hope."
Rebekah chimed in. "Could it be because they're both hybrids?"
Klaus interjected, casting doubt on the theory. "But Hope is meant to be a tribrid. She has vampire blood in her system," he countered, his voice filled with uncertainty.
Alistair opened his mouth to speak, his voice ready to add his thoughts to the mix, but his words were cut short when the two girls appeared, drawing everyone's attention. Hope and Michelle shared an undeniable synchronicity as they began to explain their experience.
"Mom, you won't believe it, but the freakiest thing just happened," Hope began, her voice brimming with a mix of excitement and confusion.
Michelle seamlessly picked up where she left off, their words intertwining flawlessly, as if they were two halves of a whole. "We were sitting on the bed when we took hands and..."
"We saw you pregnant," Hope revealed.
"And surrounded by a bunch of witches in some kind of clinic," Michelle added, completing the vivid picture they had glimpsed.
Hayley, Klaus, and Rebekah exchanged glances. Hayley finally broke the silence, her voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and remembrance. "That happened soon after I got here, so many years ago," she confessed.
Alistair's confusion deepened as he sought to understand. "What do you remember happening there?" he questioned, his voice laced with curiosity.
Hayley's response carried a hint of doubt. "They tried to hurt me, but I killed the doctor and escaped. Rebekah came to get me, but they knocked us out. I don't know the rest." She looked at the blonde.
Rebekah spoke out, "When I woke up, they were in there with you, but I killed them all."
"And what did they do to you in there?" asked Alistair, trying to get more information.
"I don't know. I only woke up when Rebekah appeared," Hayley admitted. But the look in her eyes showed that she didn't trust herself regarding that.
Freya, started to piece together a plan. "If they were witches, they knew how to erase memories. We could check it out," she suggested, offering a glimmer of hope to the group. All eyes turned towards her, anticipation building as she explained her proposal. "I can channel Michelle and Hope's powers to guide Klaus, Alistair, and myself into Hayley's mind. Together, we can search for lost or blocked memories, so we can see it."
Agreeing to Freya's plan, the exhausted group decided to rest for the night, knowing that the next day would bring long-hidden truths that could change the course of their lives. With their minds filled with swirling thoughts and their bodies yearning for rest, the Rookwood siblings fell like rocks in their beds, oblivious to the incessant stream of texts flooding their phones.
(...)
As the early morning came, the group assembled, fully prepared for the ritual.
Freya stood at the center of the room, holding a bowl that contained a mixture of blood from Klaus, Alistair, and herself. With careful precision, she dipped her finger into the bowl and marked some kind of symbol or rune on Hayley's forehead.
Hope and Michelle stood on either side of Freya, their hands clasped together, ready for the older to channel. "In Sertia," Freya chanted, her voice rising and falling in a melodic rhythm. With each repetition, the energy intensified, creating a palpable shift in the atmosphere. Hayley's eyes widened, while the others fell into a deep, unconscious state.
(...)
Gradually, Alistair's consciousness emerged, his senses awakening to the world around him. As he rose from the ground, his gaze met the expectant eyes of Klaus and Freya, who had already regained their composure.
"Took your time, love," Klaus remarked, his lips curling into a smirk. Alistair couldn't help but roll his eyes, a touch of condescension seeping into his voice. "Well, sorry, but this is my first time in someone else's mind."
Freya chuckled softly at their banter. Klaus, never one to back down, responded with a playful jab, "Feisty little thing, are you not?" Before Alistair could make any comeback, the two siblings began to move forward, indicating for him to follow.
Alistair's eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in the peculiar environment. They were in some kind of white house. Not like The White House, more like a house where everything is completely white and there's nothing more than doors that seemed to float in the air, but they weren't in the air; because he was sure they were walking over something. In the mess of his thoughts, Alistair came to the conclusion that the physical representations of the mind, were very confusing.
Navigating through a series of hallways lined with unlocked doors, they finally arrived at a door adorned with a lock. Klaus attempted to open it, only to have his hand burnt. Undeterred, Freya stepped forward, her hand extended over the lock. With the surge of power of a silent spell, the lock disintegrated into pieces, scattering onto the ground.
Freya grabbed the doorknob, turning it with certainty. Casting a glance back at her companions, she uttered a simple question, "You ready?" Without hesitation, they crossed the threshold, and were witnesses of something Alistair could only describe as seeing a movie in a theater.
Hayley slowly regained consciousness, lying on a medical table. The room was filled with a tense silence as she pretended unconsciousness, eavesdropping on the conversation having place around her. Fifteen figures surrounded the table, their voices weaving together in a hushed conversation.
Among them, an elderly black woman's voice rose above the rest. "She's coming. There's no time. It will be impossible to kill them if she stays with them."
Curiosity piqued, a man questioned the woman. "What are you suggesting?"
The woman's response was laced with a grim determination. "We must send the babies into someone else, so we can kill them."
A woman interjected, her tone filled with skepticism and urgency. "And how do we do that?"
"There is a spell within the Gemini coven," the woman explained. "There's no time to waste, join me."
Without hesitation, the group formed a connection, their hands clasped, and their energy intertwined. The room filled with the resonant chant of an incantation. "Sanguinem Filio Sanguinem Effugarex perpetuum, Phasmatos Filio Phasmatos Effugarex Perpetuum."
Hayley winced in pain at the feeling of an intense fire coursed through her body, her stomach wracked with agony. In a desperate and instinctual act, she snapped the neck of one of the witches, severing their connection and creating a brief window of opportunity for Rebekah to intervene.
Through tear-filled eyes, Hayley glared at the woman who seemed to be the leader, her voice filled with a hateful determination. "I will find you, and I'm going to kill you, Agnes! , And it's going to be the most painful death!"
Undeterred by the threat, Agnes focused her attention on the remaining witches, assessing the situation. "One of them is gone. We have no time for the other." With the final words of the incantation spoken, the door shattered, signaling Rebekah's arrival.
Hayley's growls filled the air as Agnes placed a hand on her head, "You are not going to remember this, girl" Then, she said something in a hushed tone, and for a moment Hayley stood there, disoriented, her memories and thoughts clouded.
Rebekah stormed into the room, starting to kill the witches, while Agnes slipped away through the back door, her presence unnoticed.
As Rebekah and Hayley fought against the remaining witches, their, Agnes' words echoed in Hayley's mind, erasing her recollection of the events.
A pounding headache tormented Hayley during the car ride back home, her thoughts muddled and her mind in disarray.
Upon their arrival, Klaus rushed to Hayley's side, a mix of concern and urgency etched upon his face. "Hayley, what happened? Tell me what happened."
Shaking her head, Hayley's expression became increasingly disturbed. She struggled to grasp her memories, the events slipping through her fingers like sand. "I don't know... I can't remember," she murmured in frustration. And in that moment, everything faded into a blinding white light.
The room was filled with a palpable tension as the four of them slowly regained consciousness, gasping for air as they awoke. Hayley's eyes fluttered open; her gaze immediately drawn to Michelle. Overwhelmed by what she saw, she brought a trembling hand to cover her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, mirroring Klaus' own profound emotional response.
Alistair, his eyes and mouth agape, stared at Michelle in disbelief. His voice, barely a whisper, escaped his lips, filled with awe and incredulity. "Oh, my God."
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Author's note
Ok, what were you guys' theories? 👀
Did any of you thought something close to what happened?
What do you guys think so far? 👀
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