"Have you considered this might be a trap?" Marcel asked as I speedily headed for the address laid out for me. "Mother, I could have thirty vampires here in five minutes. I can't help you if you don't let me."
"I love you to pieces Marcel, but I did not ask for your assistance, nor his." I told him with a shrug.
"If your assistance requires psychological evaluation, then allow me to spell it out for you." Klaus began. "Psychopath on a mission, no time for chit-chat."
"Which one of you is the psychopath?" Marcel asked.
"Both." We answered in unison.
"Look, if you want to shed blood today, you gotta get in line, I care about Hayley too." Marcel told him. "So be a dick to everyone else but watch your tone with me."
"Funny how I am the sole recipient of your ire." Klaus replied with a smirk. "But you always were a little mummy's boy."
"Say another word again, Klaus, I dare you." I threatened. "Because there is more than enough rage in me to shed your blood too."
Marcel was the smug one now, whilst Klaus just sulked bitterly, I turned and focused on the house that had been written out to us and headed for it. "We're here."
I went to open the door, but Klaus stopped me, pulling my hand away. "Wait. What do you hear?"
Marcel and I strained to listen for something but there wasn't so much as a single breath. "Absolutely nothing." Marcel replied.
"And if that doesn't fill me with despair, what will?" I muttered bitterly as I opened the door and headed inside.
The house was rundown and the first room I entered was already filling me with dread from the mere atmosphere. Each wall was coated in bloody handprints, specifically Hayley's as we were dragged through the room.
"Why is this happening?" I murmured, my heart racing with fear. Nik took my hand and squeezed comfortingly, pressing a small kiss to my cheek. I took a deep breath and braved the room Marcel was already stood in, filled with disgust.
There was a chair in the middle of the room, torn ropes strewn around it and a pool of Hayley's blood beneath it. I managed to look at Klaus who seemed devastated for me, for Elliott, even for Hayley.
"I can literally smell the wolfsbane and vervain from where I stand." I told the two.
"She was here." Klaus remarked, but I was now focused on the warning we had been delivered. Written atop the door frame in blood—Freak Filth Crossbreed.
"That doesn't bode well for any of us."
~Grace POV~
Grace took her aunt to walk past the football field where Roman was busy playing with his friends. He had also made the bold choice to do so shirtless, so her embarrassment was definitely dulled by her delight.
"So, which one is he?" Her Aunt Freya queried.
"The hot one that sweats diamond dust." Grace replied, the lovesickness coating each word.
"Ugh, sweats diamond dust?" Freya chuckled. "You are your father's daughter."
Roman noticed her walk past and grinned at her, goofily waving in her direction. Her heart began to glow as it always did in her presence, but she remembered the tips she had learnt from her YouTube relationship gurus and looked away.
"Keep walking." She urged her aunt.
"You're not gonna wave back?" Freya asked in disbelief.
"Oh, trust me, the ego on that boy, could handle me flipping him off." Grace told her with a laugh.
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Enigmatic Fears: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {7}
FanfictionTHE SEVENTH INSTALLMENT OF THE ENIGMA SERIES ~Anyone can lose it all if they're guard is low enough~ It's been seven years since the Mikaelsons have all been in the same room, but with Hayley missing, Klaus is set to return to his city, his wary dau...
