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| THE AFTERMATH: CHAPTER FIVE |
"I don't know what's more surprising, Rhea saving my ass today, or the three of you wanting to see me afterwards." Rhea, Davina and Ares had been waiting for Vincent at St. James Infirmary, prepared to ask for his help.
Rhea stood, turning to face the witch, "We need your help, Vincent."
Vincent sighed, "Rhea, I don't know if I'm your guy. Outside these walls, the Ancestors have a, uh, a pretty strong say in what I can and cannot do." He looked to Ares, "And today showed they can have some effect on what you're brother can do."
Rhea's eyes flickered to Ares, shock written on her face, "What does he mean?"
Ares avoid his sisters eyes, looking to Davina for help— the latter shook her head, forcing him to explain for himself.
"Look, uh, I don't know how— but they got into my head, forced me to help Vincent complete the spell." He told her with a guilty expression on his face.
Davina jumped to his defence, "I think it has something to do with the fact that when Esther bought him back, she was in the body of a New Orleans's witch."
Rhea nodded in understanding, "Meaning, even if it's the smallest part of you, they can control you."
Rhea never imagined she would fear her brother, but in her current situation, she didn't know whether she could put her trust fully into her sibling and that thought alone made her feel sick.
Turning to Vincent, she said, "They're manipulating Kol, too."
Vincent nodded, not at all surprised by the news, "Yeah." He whispered.
"I tested his blood. It's infused with their magic, which means they corrupted the spell I used to bring him back. They couldn't get to me, so they're making him lose control and using my brother as a weapon. This is all my fault, they wanted me to join them and I said no, they've always hated what me and Ares are— and I pissed them off. I added the fuel to the fire, Vincent, I don't know what to do." She confessed, Davina put a comforting hand on her shoulder whilst Vincent looked at her tormented expression sympathetically.
He walked towards the three of them, whispering quietly as though he was afraid of being overheard, "You know, I used to respect them. The Ancestors. I mean, the more and more I watched them, the more I saw them just using people for their own needs. Then, when they're done, they just... toss them aside. Like they're trash."
The three witches listened to him intently, watching as he seemed to be angering himself with his own words, "And if you disobey 'em? Whoa, right? If we disobey 'em, then they're gonna shun us. If we disobey them, then they're gonna cripple us! And in your case, if you don't join them, they're gonna take you out!"
