Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 85: keepers of the house

THE Mikaelsons walked into the compound, the fortress they once called home, and grimaced at the sight. Klaus pulled Hope close to him and sneered in disgust. "Our home. Once the pride of our family, now a flophouse."

"Indeed, the mighty have fallen." Elijah commented in agreement with a heavy sigh.

Ingrid shifted Eirik in her arms and glanced around the courtyard. "Let's just get this over with. Where's Vincent?" She questioned impatiently, looking around the ruins.

"Right here." The New Orleans witch answered, walking toward them with his hands folded behind his back. "Kept my word. Now the only question is whether or not you guys are gonna keep yours. As soon as I'm finished healing your kid, you got to leave the city."

"Well, we're not gonna stay, are we? Your city has lost its charm." Klaus insulted, gesturing around to what had been done to his former kingdom, and set Hope down one of the leather couches.

"We'll keep our word." Ingrid promised Vincent in a stern tone of voice. "Please save my daughter."

"Just give us what we need, and we will do so, happily." Elijah assured Vincent quickly, trying to avoid conversation as much as possible.

"Excuse me." Vincent pardoned himself, squeezing between the two brothers and making his way toward the young witch. "Okay." He smiled at her and began rubbing his hands together while whispering an incantation. "Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a."

Klaus paced frantically and Ingrid walked over to him, grabbing his hand. He squeezed it tightly in his and watched anxiously. Hope turned to look at them with an uneasy and weak expression on her face. "Mama? Dad?"

Vincent stood to his feet and turned around to face them. "That's it. Your little girl's purified."

"Thank you." Klaus whispered in appreciation.

"Now look, the only gratitude I need from any of you is seeing you leave the city." Vincent reminded them sternly and they nodded in understanding.

Ingrid held her hand out with a smile and called out to Hope. "Come here, baby."

Hope, with the help from Elijah, stood up from the couch and was about to walk toward them when a dead crow fell from the sky. Soon they all began to die around Hope. Eirik watched his sister in horror and started to wail in fear.

Ingrid moved to console him while Klaus rushed toward Hope, pulling her close to his body while staring at the circle around her in horror. "What is this?" He snarled at Vincent, almost accusatory.

"I don't know." Vincent answered honestly, watching with the same shock and confusion as the Originals.

"Can you hear that?" Hope asked her parents to which they gave her terrified and perplexed faces. "It's whispers. Saying a name. Over and over. "Kre Nah Han, Kre Nah Han"."

"What is she saying?" Ingrid asked Vincent in pure alarm, holding Eirik as close as possible out of fear.

"It's a nearly forgotten dialect. It's Creole. It means "the Hollow". The Hollow is coming." Vincent answered, sparing dreadful glances at each of them.