AU: Klaus and Caroline are engaged and soon to be married. All their friends support their happiness, but Elena has difficulty trusting in Klaus's intentions. She hates Klaus with a passion. Little does she know that her hate is just as strong as he...
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The following days at the Mikaelson mansion was chaos. While Freya worked tirelessly to undo the disaster brought on by an "unknown" enemy, Elijah was determined to rehabilitate Tatia and give her spirit peace before she'd be ripped out of Elena's body and sent to God knows where.
Klaus had spent most of his evenings isolated away from his family, deliberately keeping away from Tatia. It was too difficult for him to witness her psychological trauma, and even more painful to have lost Elena on the eve of her return to him.
A snake had trespassed into their garden, right under their noses. Davina relished in her feat, secretly gloating while scheming her next plan to get closer to Klaus and make him forget that he ever fell in love with Elena Gilbert.
She'd already been working her charms by spending time with him and offering him comfort. She had lied and made him believe that she was researching Esther's grimoires, when in reality she had no intention of finding a spell that could bring Elena back. She wanted Elena gone-permanently.
On the fifth night of Tatia's unexpected return, Freya stood across a round table in one of their lavish gathering rooms. Ancient scrolls, a Tibetan singing bowl, and an onyx crystal were laid out before her. Elijah had been pacing the window restlessly, as a sleeping Tatia lay peacefully on a sofa nearby. Despite his calm composure, he was truly in agony. Faced with the sins of what he had done to that poor soul... there was no escape, nor could he deny what he put her through. She'd learned to love the monster in him, and he'd destroyed the only woman who embraced him fully for what he was.
But that's not who I am anymore, Elijah thought, contemplating his torment in silence.
A loud thrash of thunder shredded the sky and vibrated the earth. The lightning flashed outside the windows and illuminated the darkness outside. The city was hit with a storm as rain began to pelt down on the roof.
"How much longer?" Elijah asked, turning to face his sister.
She broke her concentration for a moment and said, "I think I'm ready. Summon the others. I'll need to channel Davina in case it doesn't work the first time."
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Silence had befallen everyone in the gathering room. Freya had begun her incantation while three other witnesses watched: anxious, waiting. Elena's sleeping body remained peacefully still, as if she had escaped to a place of sweet slumber. Klaus prayed she was not forced into some Hellish dimension while Tatia dominated her mind.
Davina was confident that Freya's spell would not work. She'd made a deal with a dark entity; that was how she'd come into possession of such dark magic. But what she failed to realize was that dark magic always came with a price, and making deals with demons meant that they were compulsive liars. There was always a loophole somewhere, and Freya had found that loophole.
She'd laid out a map of the city in front of her and informed her family that she would not only cast out Tatia's spirit, but would direct it straight into the body of whomever had summoned her spirit to crossover.
