WAR OF HEARTS ↠ KOL MIKAELSON

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| THE STAND:
CHAPTER ELEVEN |

"I don't care if you like me. Some new vampires are in the Quarter from out of town—way out of town—and they want the Regent and Monroe's on their side." Marcel told Vincent, "And I know your kind of witches don't particularly like the Monroe's, but I know you've been helping Davina and Ares."

Vincent sighed in defeat upon realising the witches were in danger, while Marcel continued his explanation.

"And if they say no, they'll kill Davina. They've killed Ares once before, they'll do it again. Rhea is the only one with a fighting chance. I've told them to leave town, but of course, they would rather stay and fight. I'd rather not sit back and watch them get killed." Ares and Marcel had come to a mutual agreement that they both cared immensely about Davina Claire, and whilst he hadn't trusted the witch at first. He didn't want him to get killed, again.

Vincent thought to himself for a moment, "Ares and Rhea haven't spoken in days, correct?" Marcel nodded, "We've gotta make sure they don't settle their differences just yet—and as for Davina— there may be a way to get her out of trouble, but you ain't gonna like it."

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Rhea had retreated back to her bedroom, trying to tune out the sounds of the inevitable torture the Mikaelsons were about to inflict upon their first sires. Usually, Rhea would be aboard the torture train, but today, she physically didn't have the strength to. She was tired. She had lived a long life, full of pain and hurt— although she had some truly happy times, the pain outweighed that by a tonne. She wondered if this was a psychotic break, was she really going insane? Was she losing herself? Would she end up completely off her rocker?

Her thoughts halted when Hayley entered her room, "Get up." Glancing up at the hybrid with a raised brow, she didn't make a move to comply with her wishes.

"No."

"I'm gonna say this one more time, Rhea. Get up. You're gonna come and help me and Freya torture Rebekah's location out of Aurora. Let you burn off some steam, you look like you need to." She remarked, taking in the witch's ghastly appearance.

"No, Hayley. I want no part in this, I'm sick of people using me as pawns in their own twisted games." She repeated her earlier words, she had no interest in the inevitable war that seemed to get closer by the second.

Hayley crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes, "I'm not here to get you to help Klaus, or Elijah. I'm here as a friend. You're a mess, Rhea. You can't sit around moping for all of eternity, okay? I heard you earlier, you were borderline hysterical. You can't sit around and cry yourself into a coma. You wanna feel better? You fight. Not for the Mikaelsons, or your brother. You fight for yourself, for your own cause. Now come on." She pulled on the witches shackled arm, forcing her to stand up, she took off the shackles, "Much better."

Rhea had taken in Hayley's words, she was right. She couldn't hide away in the shadows waiting for someone to use her in their next turn in this game, she had to come out of the shadows and show everyone that she fights for no one. She is her own team.

The two joined Aurora and Freya in the ballroom, the latter had just finished burning sage, Rhea noticed. No one could hear them.

"And now that my spell has made it so no one can hear what happens.." Freya started, her face brightening when she saw Rhea, she wasn't sure that Hayley would be able to talk her out of her current mood.