The devils wife K. MIKAELSON

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎ℱ𝒾𝓋ℯ

"How is she?" Spoke a worried Klaus as he watched his wife who sat next to his very sick daughter.

"The fever's back, but she's not in any pain and she was asking for you," she spoke watching him and he sat next to her. "How's Hope?"

"She's fine, although she doesn't know what's happening to her sister, she was asking how she was," he spoke holding Joys cold hand.

"What did you tell her?"

"That she has a cold," he spoke with a sigh before getting up again.

"Nik she wants you here right now, and she needs you," Leah spoke and he looked at her upset.

"Make an excuse, I'd rather my daughter not know I've gone off to murder witches," spoke Klaus to his wife, attempting to walk away she grabbed onto his hand stopping him.

"We can't be reckless, Niklaus," she spoke not letting go off his hand and you could tell he was angry.

"How would you have me respond? Should I delegate my child's safety to someone else?" He spoke anger filling his words.

"Let me see what I can do," spoke a worried Elijah as he watched Joy carefully.

"And I will handle Marcel, Out of the three of us, I win most likely not to get killed on arrival, Whatever this is, it's as much his problem as is it ours," leah spoke to her husband and Elijah who sat on either side of Joy.

"Leaving me to do what exactly? You can't exactly expect me to not do anything," Klaus spoke getting angrier.

"Niklaus you must stay here and protect our daughter, she needs you now more than ever," she spoke watching him sadness in her eyes and he calmed down. "Do not let anything or anyone near her."

"Fine my love but however a word of warning, the son that you knew is gone so, whatever he is now, he's no ally," Elijah spoke watching her carefully.

"He's still my son, no matter what," she spoke before leaving a kiss on her daughters head before leaving the comping.

Marcel was stood in the cauldron where he gathered all the witches with the help of Vincent who watched them appalled.

"Listen up, Listen up, for five years now, we've had a truce. Stayed out of each other's business, tended to our own. But now, your problems are becoming mine. Someone is taking children," as Marcel spoke his heart ached as he watched his mom and he knew she would hate him, for ignoring her when she left. Before he continued his eyes found her and he gave her a sorrow filled look. "As you know, I have one nonnegotiable rule: we do not mess with kids. Now, you've seen that graffiti. Someone here's got to know who's responsible. Right? So just give me a name."

"We don't owe you anything. You're no friend to witches!" Shouted a random witch holding her child close to her.

"I understand why you don't trust him, I get it. But one of those kids is my daughter, And she's only six, seven soon. She loves to paint, catch fireflies, make up stories, and play games with her sister, and now all I know is that she's sick, really really sick. Right now, I don't care about the past. I'm just a mom asking you to help me. I just want my daughter to get better," Leah spoke staying strong her heart hurting with every word Marcel only watched her sad eyes.

"There's a girl named Lara, I saw her draw the same symbol on her window in blood," spoke a witch who watched her sadly.

"Where do I find this witch?" Asked a very angry Marcel.