Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 55: exquisite corpse

THE werewolf tasked with standing guard outside Hope's room was lying lifeless on the ground as Hope lied in her crib.

Ingrid sat up in bed when she heard the thud of the body hit the ground. She rushed to check on Hope but before she could reach her, Eva, having taken her body back from Rebekah, telekinetically threw Ingrid back into back, slamming her into the back wall.

Klaus stormed into the room when he heard the crashing sound and glanced at his sister furiously. "Rebekah! What are you doing?" He snarled and lunged for her but she cast a pain infliction spell on him before he could reach her.

Ingrid rose to her feet and growled at the witch, her eyes golden-amber with deep, purple veins underneath. Eva turned toward her, casting another spell that forced the hyrbid to fall to her knees and choke. Eva glared at both them with hatred as Klaus forced himself to lean forward, clawing a set of deep gashes into her thigh with his fingernails causing Eva to scream in pain.

Realizing she was overpowered, Eva let go of the spells and jumped out the window, leaving Klaus and Ingrid too busy recovering from her assault to follow after her.

They both stared at Hope, who was sitting calmly in her crib, completely at ease, before giving each other worried and exhausted looks. Ingrid let out a loud breath of relief and walked toward the crib, staring down at her daughter in affection. She ran a hand across Hope's head, stroking her hair, and smiled softly. She turned to Klaus with a terrified look and he walked toward her, setting a hand on the small of her back and nodding.

In the morning, Ingrid, Klaus, and Marcel were sitting around in Klaus' study and watching Klaus pull a pair of the magic-cancelling manacles from 1914.

"I should really stop packing these away. There's always one family member or another in need of a good shackling." Klaus joked and handed the manacles to Marcel. "Find Rebekah-- or Eva, or whoever the bloody hell that was-- use these to stop her from doing magic. And don't hurt her. The non-psychopathic bits are still my sister."

Marcel took the manacles from him, glancing at him in worry. "Alright, I won't be the only one looking for her. She killed witch-kids. The twenty-four hour hold that Elijah got the covens to agree to? Ended at midnight. Every witch in the city is gonna be gunning for her."

Klaus sighed heavily and turned to Ingrid. "Go to Elijah. Get him to charm his elderly witch into calling off the hunt."

Ingrid looked at him in concern and furrowed her eyebrows. "Pause for a moment. You wish me to leave Hope at a time like this? No. No. I need to be here---."

"Jackson has been working night and day to secure this compound, surrounding it with his werewolf army." Klaus informed, trying to reassure his wife in a calm manner, and she made an unimpressed facial expression. "Not to mention the fact that I'm here, and I know the best way to protect our child is to get Rebekah out of that serial killer's body and back into the original model."

Ingrid seemed displeased with this choice and sighed heavily while running her hands across her thighs. She flattened her lips into a tight line and weighed her options before nodding in agreement. "Alright. I trust your judgment, Niklaus. What diabolical things will you be doing while you entrust us with the dirty work?" She questioned him with a smirk.

Klaus shrugged a shoulder and smirked back in the same manner.. "Why, tending to the even dirtier work, as usual."

At LaRue Mansion, Elijah and Gia, who were both dressed up in cocktail attire, were standing in Josephine's living room with Ingrid, who was wearing a formal pantsuit with flats.