REBEKAH WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF A WOMAN, LOOKING TENSE.
"Mother, think this through. You gave birth to this body, you can't destroy it!" Bekah tried to reason.
"I am only destroying its flesh! Your beautiful soul will live on in the body of another," Esther, who was possessing a body of some other witch said, without batting an eyelash.
"Stop the blasted spell!" Her Dad said, coming out of nowhere.
"I'm afraid that's impossible," Esther said calmly.
"Anything is possible," Her Dad retorted, standing in front of his sister, "Take me instead."
"Nik, no!" her Aunt Bekah said.
Suddenly, Rebekah starts to seize, and just when she was about to fall, her brother catches her. "Rebekah!"
I opened my eyes wide, breathing heavily. I couldn't stop the tears that poured down my eyes. I cried my eyes out when the image of a desiccated-Rebekah, flashed before my eyes.
The lights in my room were switched on, and someone took me in their arms cooing me.
"It's okay, baby girl. Mama is here, alright?" The voice said next to my ear.
"I think she had some sort of nightmare, Hayley," A male voice said, patting my shoulders, trying to ease me from the troubles.
Yeah, a nightmare.
That should be it.
Otherwise, why would Bekah die? She is an Original, for god's sake.
Times like this, I couldn't help but rebuke myself for not watching the whole series.
"Be...ah," I couldn't help but spell it out loud for them to hear.
"Your aunt went out with your daddy, honey. They will be here by tomorrow morning," my mother, Hayley said.
But, there is no way I am going to sleep knowing there is a possibility of Bekah getting hurt by her psychotic mother.
When my mom and uncle finally realized, I am as stubborn as my Dad, they decided to give Bekah a call and put in on the speaker.
"Rebekah, where are you?" Elijah Mikaelson said once the phone call connected to his sister.
"A little over an hour from New Orleans," Rebekah's voice said through the phone loud enough for the baby to hear, and the crying of Baby Hope ceased, much to the relief of the hybrid mom and noble uncle. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes. Except for Hope, who misses her aunt dearly. She wouldn't stop crying. But as soon as she heard your voice, she calmed down," The Original brother explained.
"Aw! Little love, did you miss me?" The blonde Original cooed into the phone, and the baby smiled at this, making the two family members beside her to do the same.
"It seems she does," Hayley mused into the phone.
"Don't worry, darling. I will be there soon, alright?" She reassured her niece.
"Oh, and Hayley, I forgot to tell you the schedule of your daughter. Hope usually gets up around three in the morning, and you have to give her some milk. She then sleeps and gets up again at 9'o clock. Give her a bath in lukewarm water. My niece will get cranky if the waters' either too hot or too cold. Also, don't dress her by yourself. Show her the dresses, and she will choose what to wear for the day. If she doesn't giggle at the dress, then she doesn't like to wear it. Then you have to feed her the mixed fruit flavor Cerelac. There will be a cute pink cup in the kitchen, use it to measure the quantity. And then place her in her walker, because, if you leave the little troublemaker on the floor, she will crawl over everywhere. She will then sleep again around eleven, and get up around 1:30, where you have to feed a bottle of milk, and again around 5:30 and with Cerelac at 9'o clock. And don't forget where ever you go, and whatever you do, the wooden Knight should be there for her at all the times. She won't do any work without it," Rebekah said in one breath, as everyone stayed silent.
All of them broke from their trance when Hope let out a loud laugh. Elijah shook his head affectionately at his sister, and Hayley smiled fondly at the blonde Original. Klaus, who was sitting beside Rebekah, driving, rolled his eyes fondly.
"Her aunt was safe. It is just a bloody nightmare," The Reincarnator believed, and let out a sigh. And so, she slept that night, not knowing her nightmare has indeed come true. And it was not a dream but was a vision of the future.
The next day, I waited for the sign of my aunt to find none. However, my uncle and mom were talking about how their plan to outsmart Esther went successfully. They also spoke about how they failed to stop the body-swap spell that's placed on Bekah. However, Elijah and my mom believe Rebekah is currently in the body of some chick named, Angelica Braker, and will shortly come to their current hideout after she cut ties with the real Barker's former life.
"Hey, honey! Mama's here, ooh!" My getting-to-know mother said, holding me securely on her hip.
I smiled at Elijah, who was beating the eggs in the kitchen. Though I am absolutely grateful and happy that my mother followed every instruction Rebekah said perfectly well, I am still not used to be around her and Elijah. The sexual tension was at its peak. One minute, Elijah is all romantic high schooler, and the next minute he stares off into space, trying to control his emotions. I didn't know how I should tell him that he can't leave his demons behind... He should start learning how to live above them.
When we heard a car pulling into the driveway, I smiled, thinking it was Bekah, however, the smile didn't leave my face when I saw my ever the handsome Father, with a beautiful blonde beside him. I know her from the T.V show as Camille. My Dad's favorite bartender and personal, unpaid therapist.
"Oh my god! But...You said... I thought she was...?" Camille stuttered, seeing me.
"The only way to truly protect her was to convince the world of her death," My Dad said, not taking his eyes off me even for a second.
"I hope you understand, once it is safe for you to leave here, this secret cannot leave with you," Dad said, looking at his friend, or to me his un-official crush.
"Oh, she's perfect," Cami said with tears in her eyes. I just held on to her big thumb with my whole hand, trying to console her. I then smiled at my dimpled Dad and made grabby hands at him, and he eagerly took me into his arms, kissing my head.
I couldn't help but turn glum when I found both my parents have gone by the next time I woke up. And this made me hate my baby fatigue so much more. The whole day, Camille and Elijah looked after me. It seems Camille made a list of my daily routine, which my mother told her before she went to New Orleans with my Father. Though I know Elijah won't hurt me even though he is going through hell and back, I can't think the same for the brave bartender, which made me stay alert whenever I was awake. I mostly stayed with her and walked behind her if I was placed in a walker.
The next day, I heard another dreadful news that my uncle Kol, who is known as the renowned trouble maker in the Mikaelson family, tricked everyone and transferred Rebekah's soul to someone that is not Angelica Barker. All hell broke loose. Elijah was edgy the whole two days, and was always on the phone with his brother, trying to get updated with the events in New Orleans. He clearly wanted to be out there, helping out my Dad, trying to find their sister. But instead, he was ordered to stay here, in Arkansas, looking after me, and trying his best to get his head straight with the help of Camille. I also got to know that Elijah, Kol, and my Dad were trapped by their lunatic brother, Finn in something called, Chambre de chasse.
Two days after that, I got to know that Rebekah was back in some totally different body, and mom was getting married to her bothered, Jackson Kenner. Elijah, though unhappy about the event, supported my mother's decision, being the noble one. I can't help but feel sad, and guilty that they are doing all these sacrifices for me, and I wasn't even their real daughter. The least I could do was help them, but there isn't much one can do with a baby's body. Maybe once I live in the Mikaelson house, in New Orleans, I could sneak out, learn some spells from a few grimoires that are lying around.
"How'd you find me?" Elijah asked calmly.
"A little help from our sister," A guy, who I suppose is Finn said.
"Rebekah would never lure herself to wallow in your filth," Elijah said, shaking his head, quickly dismissing the idea.
"We have more than one, you know," Finn told, a confused Elijah, "And I get the sense, she doesn't like you all that much."
"Freya?" Elijah stated, more like questioned.
"I know you're in here, Camille!" Finn said, angrily, looking through each and every door of the Arkansas farmhouse.
"You have disgraced this family for the last time," Elijah said, looking at a wounded Finn. "Goodbye, brother," he said, taking off his daylight ring. And suddenly his hand burned, and the whole house blew up.
It's been almost a week, and just when I was forgetting about the ominous nightmare I had about Rebekah, I got another dream. But, it wasn't really a dream this time, as I wasn't sleeping. I was sprawled on the floor top of my fluffy blanket, and being watched over by Cami. I was trying to see if I could reach the hanging table cloth over my head. A silly task, I assigned to myself, to keep me entertained for the time being.
That was when I got the dream, or you could say a vision. It was just as blurry and as confusing as the first one. I didn't know what happened, but, just when I saw the image of the house blowing up, along with Elijah and Finn, I accidentally pulled the table cloth along with me, which resulted in me getting hurt, as the toy that was placed on the far corner of the table fell upon me.
Cami quickly took me into her arms, and Elijah was by my side in no time. And I couldn't help but cry, seeing Elijah. I felt so utterly helpless when I realized, I can't do anything, yet again, and that made me cry more. My poor uncle is already dealing with a ton shit, Finn doesn't need to add anything more to it.
"She yanked the tablecloth and that knick-knack fell on her!" Cami explained to Elijah.
"It's just a scratch," Cami said, examining the wound as Elijah cooed at me. Abruptly, Elijah stood still, making Cami worried. She instinctively held me close and far away from my PTSD suffering uncle. She slowly tried to get him out of his trance.
"Forgive me," Elijah said a little uncomfortably when he snapped out of it. Of course, no grown man would want to show weakness, definitely not a thousand-year-old Original. To save him from dealing with his embarrassment, I outstretched my little arms for him to carry me, and he gladly did so.
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's patch it up," Elijah said to me calmly, while Camille went to grab a first aid kit.
"It's a trigger. You pulled yourself back, which is an improvement for sure, but we can't ignore that your mind clearly went elsewhere," Camille told Elijah as he placed a bandaid on my forehead.
"It's very common in traditional PTSD patients. We've done the work to face your atrocities. The truth is, it's just going to take some time to settle," Cami said, as Elijah stood up, holding me in his arms.
"And you believe you have the power to resolve this?" Elijah smiled good-heartedly.
Cami let out a sigh, saying, "It's not that easy. There's no...," She snapped her fingers,"...and you're fixed. In cases like yours, sometimes not dwelling on the problem is more productive than examining it through the minutiae of therapy."
The once bartender said, holding out a list for my uncle, "Staying mentally busy instead of physically. This house... though charming... is completely falling apart."
"So, this is your solution? Mend the home, mend the man?" Elijah mused, looking through the list.
"Or, we could go fishing and I could tell you about the summer I lost my virginity..." Cami tried saying, but was quickly cut off by Elijah, who said, "I'll mend the home."
Cami looked pleased, and said, "I'll spend the day with Hope! And you spend the day not thinking. And fixing the heater, because this place is freezing at night."
Camille then took me out, dressing me in thick woolen clothes. It was around evening when Cami finally remembered she forgot her phone, back at the house. She decided to inform Elijah about our whereabouts from a payphone we found at a farmer's market.
When she was finally done with it, she kneels in front of me taking off my bandage as I looked at her weirdly. She suddenly chuckles, saying, "I don't know if the pediatric ward would approve of Uncle Elijah using vampire blood to heal boo-boos! "
But Elijah didn't feed me his blood. Maybe that's because I am a tribrid or something. I heard from Bekah that I healed my mom a lot of times. It shouldn't surprise me that I healed myself.
We then went on our way back to the farmhouse. However, the vision of the house burning like a fire-ball was still fresh in my mind. Elijah can sure stay alive even if he burns, but we won't. What if the vision comes true, similar to the dream about Bekah? I can't take the risk. Just when we were getting close to the house, I started whining, hoping Cami would understand or at least stop the car for a minute to check on me. But instead, she tried to soothe me, humming, 'twinkle twinkle little star,' and increased the speed, saying, we will be home in no time.
I just got a new life, I can't die again.
I closed my eyes, trying to think of the way to stop the car. Think, think. What's the french word for Stop the blasted car?
I don't know what happened, but just when we were about to enter the premises, the car stopped. I don't know if my frustration triggered it, or my fear, I didn't care at the time. With in the next minute, there was a huge explosion, and the engine started on its own as soon as I let out a sigh.
We were alive. I saved Camille and me.
Woah!