Hybrid Heart

XLI. Bloodlines

For a plan to take place, we would need to know where to start. Marcel wasn't giving any answers and that was trying Klaus' patience more than he even knew. Elijah and Kol had asked around discretely. Or as discretely as Kol was capable of anyway. Yet there wasn't a soul around that had heard of this Montefeltro person and the ones that might were all drinking vervain since the Originals had arrived. So there would be no compulsion and I still had no recollection.

My afternoon with my immortal lover, or whatever he was, had been disturbed by this brothers.

"Annabella, may we have a word?" Elijah asked as he entered, polite as ever.

I glanced at Klaus, who sat beside me, and then back over at his siblings. Finn was making himself scarce and Rebekah seemed to be doing her own thing today. So the two of us were the only ones here until Kol and Elijah came.

"Yeah, of c-"

"Could the two of you choose a better time? I had Anna reserved for the evening." Klaus looked slightly irritated but not overly so.

"This will only take a minute." Elijah reassured.

Kol threw himself down on the sofa across from us and grinned. He looked like a younger, more mischievous version of Elijah. Upon seeing his brother making himself comfortable, Klaus huffed and slammed the book he was reading to me closed. He hadn't been reading it to me, as such, he was mostly just talking about why he liked it so much and finding the sections he loved. And I enjoyed listening.

"Please continue." Kol prompted, cocky as ever.

"Annabella, you said you know the name Montefeltro but cannot recall from where, correct?" Elijah continued.

"Yes. Well, I'm not sure. I just know it. I can't tell you where from. But I feel like I-"

"Like you ought to know more?" He finished.

I nodded and looked at Klaus once again. The hybrid met my eye and then stood up, passing his brother. He was a pacer, so I knew exactly what he was about to do.

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know why but it's so familiar. It's like I've known it for years."

"I thought so. I believe you do know this person and that this person is a witch. It's not that you can't remember, Annabella, you have a memory spell on you." His conclusion made a lot of sense and was the most likely reasoning.

Klaus looked furious. As if to say how dare anyone put any sort of spell on her. And then he looked at me and the anger faded, he was guiltily that he'd gotten so hostile with me over something that was now almost proven to be not my fault at all.

"You're certain?" The hybrid asked.

"Certain? No. But does it make sense? Absolutely. The Montefeltro I knew was a witch, after all. My theory is that this is absolutely a bloodline war. Their line and yours. Perhaps it's a one sided stoke of vengeance and that's why your family was slain in such a gruesome and unexplained manner." Elijah had been quite busy, it would seem.

His answers were all I, Annabella Monroe, had been looking for since I was Leanora Le Bannóm. Of course, I wouldn't have believed in witches and curses back then but now I had every reason to believe him. I spent the better half of a decade needing to be told what happened, that it wasn't my Father's fault and here was Elijah Mikaelson doing his due diligence to my family, as he always had. Emotion struck me but I didn't show it.

"And if you're the last one, then that could be why you're being threatened-" Kol added.

"They wouldn't dare threaten her! Not while ever I am still breathing." Klaus snapped at him.