The Originals - Revenant

Chapter 30

»»—2019, somewhere in the state of Louisiana, USA—««

I took the phone with hesitant hands and reached it to my ear. "Stable boy," I said without emotion, "To what do I owe the annoyance?"

He paused and sighed. He seemed to have been ready to talk first, throw a rant at me, but I had been quicker and that disarmed him a bit.

"I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt," he said, "For old times. But you have to answer this question correctly."

"What is this? Trivia?" I tried to force a light chuckle, "Do I get a prize?"

"Your life, Beyla," he offered exasperated, "You get to keep your life. That's the prize. Where the hell are you?"

"Home," I said without missing a beat. "Why."

"I had some of my guys following the Marshall girl," he said, "They haven't called in."

"The Marshall girl?" I said innocently, "Are you having trouble with a cop now, Marcel? Well, I guess it was only a matter of time."

"Beyla, I'm really not in the mood for bullshit. Look, I hope you're telling the truth, because I had a witch track down where that kid is, which is probably where the rest of them will be, right?"

He was avoiding saying the Mikaelson name, I noticed. Maybe so that, in case I was telling the truth, he wouldn't make me take an interest if I knew the family was involved. But he had said something important: they were coming. On the one hand, fuck. On the other hand, if he sent his full troops here, the compound would be unguarded and Hayley and the others would be able to rescue Nik a bit easier.

"No matter how many of your noobies you send, Marcel, you can't expect them to overpower all of us," I told him. I had to bluff, force his hand.

"So you are with them." He sounded so disappointed, as if he had actually thought I would side with him on this.

"Yeah, we just got them back. They are here," I said, "And when they're recovered, I swear, Marcel, we are coming for you."

"Then I'll have to kill you all before then."

The line went dead and Henrik stared at me with wide eyes, waiting for me to explain what the Hel was that about.

"I needed to draw him out of the compound," I whispered, trying to convince myself that was the right decision.

"To here?" He asked bewildered. "Beyla, Hope is here."

"I am aware of that," I snapped, "We just need to hold on long enough for the Mikaelsons and my brother and Olga to get here. Once they are all here, there's no way Marcel will win."

"I am more worried about the meantime."

I sighed heavily. "We have to wake Mary up," I said, "We don't know when they'll be here. We have to be ready."

In some thirty minutes, Mary was downstairs with me, talking ammunition while Henrik and Hope were on lookout duty from the second floor windows.

"How many stakes do you have?" I asked.

"Enough to kill a small army," she said confident, "But I'm not sure I like our odds."

"Why?"

"We are short handed. They would almost have to attack one by one for us to kill them."

"We have a witch, me, and you," I said, "What else do you want?"

"A witch, a vampire and a werewolf against a hundred of Marcel's guys?" She started. "If at least your magic pendant worked and you were invencible... But you are as fragile as them. If one of us die, the rest will too."

I couldn't tell her Hope had fixed the pendant. I shouldn't.

"We can do it," I reassured her. "With you in our team, I like our chances. I'm pretty sure you are immortal too."

She chuckled out of duty, but she wasn't convinced at all. There was no time to be convinced anyway. Hope ran into the room, followed by Henrik.

"They're here," she said.

Mary and I looked at each other. She took the crossbow and a bag full of wooden stakes and led us out. We told Hope to stay in the living room. As Mary owned the house, as long as she was alive, the vampires wouldn't be able to get in and Hope would be safe. Mary didn't go further than the porch. In case of Henrik and I getting killed, she should have enough time to get inside and be safe. Safe until the Mikaleson or my brother and Olga got here.

They had come from the forest and stood in a line some distance away. The were cockily eying the house, clearly thinking they would win.

They might have had the numbers, but they didn't have the age and so, they didn't have the strength. Nor the motivation. They were just obeying orders. They thought they had the upper hand just because they were the attackers, while we were in survival mode. Just because of that we would fight harder and for longer than they ever would.

The first of them to fall didn't even have time to take a step forward. Mary had shot one of her stakes already. She recharged and shot again but her stake stayed in the air right in front of her target without touching the vampire. One of the guys on the line had his hand risen towards it.

"They have a witch," Henrik said.

"New plan," I said, "I kill their witch. Cover me. He can't be on everything at once."

I ran towards him and some of the vampires ran to meet me halfway. Henrik managed to break one of their necks while Mary was able to get her stake through this time. I was right. While the witch was stopping some of our attacks he couldn't stop all of them.

One of them reached me, but I was quicker and pull out his heart. The next one fell with Mary's stake. Another stake flew to other vampire, but didn't reach it. I took it and finished the job for her. Some vampires had broken the lines and were running past me, some distance away. I would need to trust Henrik and Mary to take care of them. I had to kill their witch, and I was the only who would be able to fend off his magic. I killed other nameless vampires until I reached the witch. He rose his hand to me in vain, because the pendant protected me, finally. I smirked as he looked at me wide eyed. He couldn't even scream. His head was separated from his body was before that.

Now the odds were more even.

Five vampires came to me at the same time. Four grabbed me while one tried to rip my heart out. I pulled one of them in the way and he took his friend's heart instead. As he fell to the floor I hit one of them with my head, and kicked another one. I kicked someone on the crotch and ripped another heart. I twisted a head and ripped another. Finally there was only one standing. He tried to hit me but I moved away, tripping him and ripping his heart of from behind. I took one of Mary's fallen stakes and dig it into the one that I had only twisted his neck.

I was gasping for air at this point. I could hear Mary still firing constantly, but then a scream broke through the air. It was Hope.

I turned around and saw her looking out from one of the windows of the second floor. She was pointing somewhere closer to the house. I followed her finger and saw them just as Henrik fell to the floor. His neck bleeding from where one of Marcel's lackeys had drained him.