𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - the magical, miracle baby

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 started just as the previous day had ended, with Ophelia lounging on Davina's plush bed as the harvest girl argued with Marcel over Elijah's fate. The siphon was sprawled out, her pastel-blue maxi dress flared around her, her heels abandoned on the floor with her jacket, and her head was propped up on the mountain of pillows Davina had procured over the months.

Davina had spent the better part of thirty minutes knelt in front of the sleek coffin, before her dainty and freshly painted fingers wrapped around the dagger and pulled it out of the original's chest, that is, before she shoved it back in. That was when Marcel had sauntered in with the usual swagger in his step. He had exchanged a look with Ophelia who shook her head. She had no idea why Davina was using Elijah as her pin-cushion, and she didn't really want to find out why.

Ophelia sighed and rolled her eyes as she threw her legs over the side of the bed; Marcel and Davina would argue constantly and this time it seemed as if Davina was entirely determined to figure out how to kill an original before she even thought about giving Elijah back. It didn't quite help Ophelia with her promise.

"Davina, we've been through this." Marcel reiterated as he dragged a hand down his face, tired of the constant back and forth with the young witch in his care. "Klaus saved my life, I owe him one. Since he wants his brother back-"

"-Tonight's the annual Dauphine Street Music Festival. I wanna go. Please?" The harvest girl interrupted, her gaze flickering from the vampire to the siphon, her eyes lingering on the brunette woman who rose a brow, knowing that with her input, she was sure to be allowed out.

"The whole point of you being up here is so you're never spotted out there. You know who works smack in the middle of Dauphine Street? Sophie Deveraux. Pain-in-the-ass witch, and you know what the witches will do to you if they find you."

"But you control the witches. Make her go away." Davina stomped, anger brewing in her tone, and Ophelia could only clear her throat of the laugh that threatened to escape; she had influenced the young witch far too much. Upon seeing the vampire shake his head, Davina's voice grew louder "Marcel, it's one night!"

"I said 'No'," Marcel told the young witch firmly. The finality in his tone made Davina's eyes drop sadly, she had wanted to attend the festival in the hopes of seeing her little crush, Tim.

The sadness faded from the harvest girl, only to be replaced with defiance as she looked up fiercely; "I do anything you say, but sometimes I think you forget what I'm capable of. Did you know I can make someone's blood boil? All I have to do is focus."

The siphon watched on, impressed at the little witch's tenacity. She could see the sweat begin to bead on Marcel's forehead, and the man hissed in pain. Davina continued for another few, and to Marcel, agonizingly long, seconds before her hold on his boiling blood was dropped. Davina held a smirk on her young face as she inwardly applauded her own show of power.

"Well." Ophelia started as slowly clapped. The grin on her dusty pink lips was broad as she smiled at Marcel as the man wiped away the sweat, "I think she should go."

"Really?!"

The siphon nodded towards the young witch before focusing her dark eyes on Marcel, "I want to snoop around the festival myself, so, why don't you invite Cami? I'm sure she'd be more than happy to keep Davina company, and you have more than enough vampires at your expense. She'll be safe."

"Okay, fine." The king of the Quarter sighed, a tight smile forming. He moved his eyes back to the young witch, his features softening as he caught sight of the excited expression on Davina's face. "You can go, but you stick with Cami, I'm sure you two will hit it off."

"Thank you!" Davina squealed in excitement; her cheeks rosy as she threw her arms around Marcel who reciprocated the hug with a soft chuckle. Davina pulled back and turned to face the siphon, her face alight with happiness, "Thank you, Lia."

Ophelia pushed herself to her feet, smoothing out the airy dress as she walked closer to the young witch who was just a hair shorter than herself, without the heels. Ophelia let a small smile adorn her lips as she ruffled the harvest girls' curls, ignoring the huff of annoyance from the girl, "More than welcome, Sabrina."

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The music festival was in full swing by midafternoon and Ophelia took to strolling the streets, listening to the notes of more instruments than the siphon could count coming together to produce music and sounds that had everyone dancing and smiling.

Ophelia herself didn't have all too much planned, as much as she wanted Davina safe and sound... well the little witch had a rather colorful personality and it would sometimes exhaust the siphon to even try and keep up; Cami was much more suited for... babysitting duties.

Ophelia had debated on whether to invite Rebekah along but decided to take a moment for herself. The past few days had been nothing short of hectic, and whilst Ophelia had stayed away from the eye of the storm, her new involvement with the Mikaelson's pretty much ensured that she would be called to the front lines sooner rather than later.

She had eventually taken to sitting at the bar in Rousseau's with a fruity cocktail in hand as she listened to the band that played behind her. The cheers and laughter of the crowd that had gathered mingled with the joyful tone of the music, the atmosphere was growing happier as the night grew darker and Ophelia couldn't help but smirk at the irony.

The humans didn't know of the vampires that surrounded them; they didn't know that the woman at the bar who looked as innocent as a child, was in fact an abomination of nature. Someone who had committed crimes far more atrocious than one would have ever thought.

It didn't take long for Davina and Camille to enter the bar and the young witch's eyes were almost immediately drawn towards the boy with the violin; Timothy. Ophelia drained most of her drink, leaving a single mouthful left as she strolled towards the duo. "Admiring from afar?"

Davina spun around, her face lighting up at the sight of the pastel dressed siphon. Davina had always questioned the woman on her taste of fashion; why she dressed brightly when her personality contrasted it so much. There wasn't any real reason; Ophelia had always preferred to dress in brighter colors, she had no idea why; perhaps as per usual, she enjoyed the irony of something... someone so dark, wearing colors that were oh so light.

Davina stammered for an answer, her cheeks becoming darker as Ophelia's knowing smile grew. The siphon held her glass out for the young witch who looked up in mild shock, "I told you, I'm a terrible role model." She shrugged, "Think of it as some... liquid courage."

It was a weak drink, mostly juice so it wasn't as if she was holding out a bottle of vodka for the young girl. Davina smiled sheepishly as her hands curled around the stem of the glass. She took a small sip and Ophelia could see her eyes light up before she drank the rest.

"Just don't tell Marcel." Ophelia winked, "You better get back to your staring, how else would he know that you're in love with him?"

"You're not funny!"

"I'm hilarious, Davina." She replied in a dry tone before smiling as she squeezed the young girl's shoulder and exited the bar.

Before the brunette could even take a single step, her phone began to ring and her brows furrowed at the unknown number. She accepted the call and swiftly brought the device to her ear, "Yes?"

"Ophelia! I need your help." The voice of Rebekah Mikaelson rushed out, causing Ophelia to blink in slight surprise. "Currently you're the only bloody person that I trust, so, I'm in the middle of the bayou, trying to find the wolf-girl my family has taken in, I need some help."

Ophelia brought a hand to the bridge of her nose, sighing loudly into the speaker of the phone, "Why on earth are you protecting a wolf?" her eyes drifted to the dark sky, latching onto the light of the moon as her brows furrowed. All of the wolves should be exactly that, wolves, they would only return to their human forms on a full-moon, which it was not. "They should all be... well, wolves."

"We have a special case. One I'm hoping you'll keep from Marcel?" The originals voice rose higher as she finished her sentence.

"Fine. But you're explaining this as soon as we find her."

"Of course. Thank you, Lia, I really wouldn't have called if I didn't need your help."

"Just find your wolf, I'll do my best to search the bayou myself."

"Be careful."

"And you." Ophelia ended the call, a huff leaving her lips as she picked up her feet, and rushed in the direction of the swamp-land; a small groan leaving her lips as she realized that yes, she had open-toed shoes on. "I hate vampires."

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When Ophelia was on a mission, she had one of those faces. You know; a face that scares everyone away and clears the path before they end up on the wrong end of one's wrath. So, thanks to the look of thunder that was plastered over her contrastingly soft features, she made it to the bayou.

In all honesty, she wanted to help Rebekah. After all, she said she would. But to the siphon, she would rather fight off a herd of vampires, wolves, and witches than watch as mud caked her bare toes and covered her ankles; destroying her bright white shoes.

The squelching of the mud beneath her made the woman shake her head, muttering incoherent insults as she trailed onwards. It didn't exactly help that Rebekah told her nothing about the wolf she was searching for... though she did suppose it would be rather apparent. Who else would willingly venture out into the bayou?

It didn't take the siphon long before her eyes squinted in the dark, seeing a rather out of place lump resting just ahead. She unlocked her phone and turned on her torch, shining it towards the object in her path.

"That was far too easy." The siphon muttered to herself as her torch revealed a brunette woman with sharp features, just lying on the ground. She was covered in dirt, twigs and leaves stuck out of her messy hair, and Ophelia blinked as she caught sight of the arrow sticking out of the wolf's chest. Her hand reached out and snatched the arrow up before she tossed it to the side.

Her head tilted to the side as the sound of a twig snapping caught her attention. The siphon slowly lowered herself to the ground and clasped her hand around a rather thick tree branch that could be used as an effective stake. "Why am I always right?" She whispered to herself as leaves crunched underneath her visitor's feet.

A man approached her; his face contorted in anger as he held up a crossbow. Ophelia did the only thing she could think of and launched the branch towards the man's face. Luckily it smacked him directly in the nose and he stumbled back as he cradled his face.

Ophelia was no fool; whoever was in front of her was either a human or a witch; there was no way a vampire, no matter how pathetic they were, would be thrown off by a branch to the nose, and she highly doubted they would choose a crossbow as a weapon when they had their pointed fangs and heightened strength at their disposal. They were far too dramatic for that.

Taking her chance, Ophelia latched on to the man's bare wrists, her hands began to glow that ever-ominous red and the man cried out in pain, sinking to his knees.

Ophelia couldn't exactly use her magic to kill the man, Davina would sense it, report it to Marcel and soon she'd have a squad of vampires surrounding her. Whilst she could explain her innocence and blame it on the man in front of her, well, she couldn't explain the unconscious wolf or her reasons for being in the bayou. It was werewolf territory.

So, Ophelia snatched the makeshift stake back up and plunged it into the man's heart. He gurgled on his blood before falling to the ground. The only issue was that his scream had clearly alerted his friends; flashlights shone in the dark, beams of light cutting through the dense foliage.

Ophelia grit her teeth; she knew she wouldn't be able to do much without her magic. So she had two choices; either stand her ground, twirling her makeshift stake, and ready to use the magic she held, even if it would result in Marcel finding out. Or she could take the attention and run, divert them away from the fallen wolf.

Neither sounded great and Ophelia knew that even if she ran, they'd find the wolf eventually; she was laid for anyone to see with a dead man not two meters away. She inhaled a deep breath, her dark eyes narrowed as she readied herself for whatever fight was to come.

But before she could, a scream echoed out.

The flashlights just ahead slowly went out, one by one, a scream accompanying each light as it faded into nothing. Boisterous growls rang out as each man fell to the ground, but apparently one broke through and was hastily charging towards Ophelia.

The woman grinned. This one was weaponless. The man marched onwards, his fists flying out rather sloppily, allowing Ophelia to swing the branch forward. The sharp and jagged end of the wood caught the man's skin at the base of his throat and tore it away until red streamed out. His muddy hands flew to his neck as he bled out.

Ophelia bent her knees and came face to face with the man, ignoring the screams that still played in the background. "I hate witches too." She growled before slamming the stake through his throat. Her eyes snapped shut as blood spurted onto the freckled skin of her face. Upon hearing the man slump to the ground, her whiskey eyes opened and met the golden and glowing ones of the wolf that had attacked the other men.

Harsh growls ripped out of its mouth and its fangs dripped with blood. Ophelia took a slight step backward, her hands held up in surrender, her head nodding towards the brunette girl that laid in the mud. "Woah there, buster. I'm trying to save the unconscious she-wolf."

The growls came to a slow stop, its beady eyes flicking over her from before its head lowered. Ophelia felt her shoulders loosen and she dropped her hands to her side with a huff of relief. She was going to kill Rebekah.

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Ophelia had waited beside the unconscious woman until she had awoken, it had only taken the poor girl another five minutes and to say she was shocked that there was a beautiful brunette staring down at her with a brow arched would be an understatement.

After a brief introduction, Ophelia came to find out that the young she-wolf was called Hayley Marshall. Hayley was struggling to keep herself upright so Ophelia rolled her eyes at the stubborn wolf and wrapped an arm around her waist, taking some weight off of her.

Ophelia would consider herself to be rather intelligent, she liked to observe people, dissect them in a way. So, when she caught sight of Hayley's hand resting on her stomach she rose a brow and grit her teeth, "You're pregnant?"

Hayley had let out a sheepish laugh, "Yep, carrying the magical miracle baby."

"The what now?"

Hayley furrowed her brows at the woman who was no older than she. Ophelia had told her that she had been sent by Rebekah and therefore assumed that the woman knew who she was, and what she was carrying. Hayley wasn't the most trusting person in the world, but if Rebekah, the only person other than Elijah to show her genuine kindness, had sent her, she must have been trustworthy.

Ophelia listened intently as Hayley spilled the quick story of how she was carrying Klaus' child. Ophelia was shocked, of course. Her eyes had widened as her brain whirred, wondering how in the hell it was possible, he was a vampire after all. But, as Ophelia thought about it, the man was a wolf too, a born wolf. She knew that the originals came to be through magic, so she put one and two together; nature always had loopholes, no matter how strange they might seem.

Ophelia could tell that Hayley was on her last burst of energy as they finally emerged from the forest. In front of them was a small shack and Ophelia readjusted her grip on the drained and pregnant wolf. It was the only place they had found and there was no way Ophelia would be able to carry the wolf if she did topple over.

Her dark eyes darted around as wolves howled in the distance and for once, Ophelia mentally thanked the little beasts. As if on cue, the door to the shack flew open and revealed the original siblings, Klaus and Rebekah.

"Care to lend a hand?" Ophelia called out, her grip on the wolf slipping. Klaus sped over, a gust of wind following him and brushing the siphons hair into her face.

"Hayley! What happened? Tell me what happened." The siphon could see the concern within the hybrid's eyes as he looked the wolf over, trying to find a trace of any wounds. That was something that struck Ophelia; the wolf had no wounds, even from the arrow she had pulled from her chest. She had healed, and she had healed fast, far too quickly for a wolf.

Hayley stumbled on her feet, her voice coming out hoarse, "I don't remember."

"You've completely healed. There's not a scratch on you."

"One of the perks of being a werewolf, remember?"

"No, not that fast."

Rebekah made her way over, pushing her brother away from the wolf as she wrapped an arm around her, taking the weight from Ophelia after giving her a small smile. "Leave her alone!" Rebekah's steps paused for a second in thought. It was Klaus' child; therefore, the baby would be part vampire; its blood must have healed her. "It's the baby. The vampire blood-- Klaus' vampire blood-- in your system. It can heal any wound."

"Yes, thank you for that by the way," Ophelia spoke, breaking up the small moment as she crossed her arms. Her eyes flickered down to her mud-covered feet and as she spoke, she could feel the dried blood on her face cracking. "Not bothering to tell me she's pregnant. I almost had to use magic to protect us, Davina would have sensed it, told Marcel and... well, he doesn't take kindly to wolves."

Rebekah's face faltered as she and Hayley lowered themselves to sit on the wooden steps, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called you..."

"It's done. She's safe, and I didn't have to use it."

Klaus furrowed his brows as he faced the siphon, "How exactly did you get away from them."

"A wolf came to our aid. Tore some of them apart whilst I stabbed a couple." She gestured to the splatters of blood on her face, catching sight of the blood and mud that was smeared on her palms.

"Stronger than you look, aren't you?"

"Don't underestimate a woman with ruined shoes." Ophelia pouted, drawing a small chuckle from the hybrid. "They were witches, I take it they don't want the, and I quote, 'magical, miracle baby' to be born?"

"The witches were supposed to protect her! When I get my hands on Sophie Deveraux--"

"It wasn't Sophie." Hayley interrupted, stifling a small cough before resting her head on Rebekah's shoulder as the fatigue caught up with her, "It was Agnes."

Ophelia rolled her eyes. None of the witches could be trusted, least of all Agnes. The lot of them hated Marcel for keeping them on puppet strings, she could only imagine that they'd hate Klaus too. Most witches did, abominations of nature were never welcomed with open arms, rather with fire and pitchforks.

"Fine! Agnes, Sophie, it's all the same to me! I'll slaughter the lot of them!" Klaus snarled, an animalistic glint in his eye as his anger flew to the surface. All he wanted was to tear them apart for trying to harm his child.

Rebekah shook her head, "Not if Elijah gets there first."

"Your brother's awake?" Ophelia questioned as she joined Rebekah and Hayley on the steps. She shrugged off her jacket and handed it to the wolf who accepted it gratefully and used it as a blanket for her lap.

"He's been in touch, and he has a plan. All he asks is that we take care of Hayley."

"Well... I suppose I should introduce myself to final Mikaelson, let him know that the she-wolf and the bun in her oven are safe and sound." Her eyes moved towards Klaus; his anger had simmered. "Seeing as I dirtied myself for you all, how about you whoosh me back to the church, hm?"

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Ophelia had quickly rushed inside the bayou clinic to clean off the mud and blood from her body; she didn't want to give Davina a fright, or a reason to question where she had been. Her white shoes were very much discolored, but in all honesty, she wasn't all too bothered.

Klaus had gotten her to the church in record speed and the hybrid let out a small chuckle as Ophelia spat out the stray hairs that had flown into her mouth. How vampires constantly sped around and still had hair left genuinely baffled the siphon.

Just as the siphon moved towards the directions of the attic stairs, Klaus called out, "Thank you for your help today."

The brunette's lips parted. Yes, she had gone out of her way to help save Hayley, but for some reason, she didn't expect to receive any thanks, it just wasn't something she was used to. Then again, doing something for the good of another wasn't something she did often, either, especially if it came with no benefits for herself. She didn't really know how to respond, "Uh, you're welcome?"

Klaus chuckled lightly, "You put your little mortal life in peril just because my sister called for help. Hayley could've been killed, but you found her." He rose a brow as he clasped his hands behind his back. He could see the discomfort on her face at being thanked but rather than comment, he brushed it aside. "I'd ask you to say hello to my brother for me, but I'm sure he'd have some choice things to say."

"You did dagger him, put him inside a box, and present him to Marcel as if it were Christmas day. All that was missing was a pretty bow."

Klaus opened his mouth to speak once again, only to be cut off but the woman, "It's nothing to do with me. I have my opinions but I'll keep those to myself, just this once. Tell Hayley to be careful, oh, and give her my number." She turned on her heel, "Have a good evening, and remember, you owe me some shoes."

Her lips twitched as the hybrid let out a hearty chuckle before the familiar sound of a vampire taking their leave reached her ears. With that, she proceeded up the attic stairs and slowly pried the door open, only to see Davina with tears in her eyes.

She tossed her brown-tinted shoes to the floor and Davina's attention snapped towards her. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and there were tracks down her cheeks where others had spilled. Ophelia hated the look; the poor thing looked broken. Her first time out of the attack in eight months and she had come home crying. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the door she had shut, "Who should I kill?"

Davina sniffled, and harshly wiped at her eyes as she grasped ahold of a broken violin. A broken laugh left her lips, "Nobody."

With a small sigh, Ophelia walked towards the teenager and carefully pried the violin from her hands. As she looked it over, she could see that it could easily be repaired. Yes, Ophelia was more skilled on the piano than any other instrument, but she had spent some time practicing the violin as well as the cello.

"It can be fixed, D. I'll fix it for you." The siphon muttered as she placed it down. She did something that Davina hadn't expected and opened her arms. The little witch flung herself forward and wrapped her arms around the siphon, sobbing into her shoulder.

Before either of them could say another word, Ophelia's head snapped up at the sound of the coffin slamming shut. Davina took a step towards the ornate coffin, her eyes narrowed and Ophelia stood close behind.

"It's alright, Ophelia, Davina." A deep voice called out, causing Ophelia to spin and throw an arm out to keep Davina behind her.

There stood Elijah, his skin was a dark and sickly grey from his lack of blood, but the veins that had appeared with his desiccation had vanished. The siphon knew that the suited original wouldn't harm either of them; but with the way his eyes darted to Ophelia's neck, she wasn't taking any chances.

He kept his distance, eyes straining to focus on Ophelia's face rather than the thumping vein that scaled her neck, "I don't mean you any harm, though I do think it's time we had a talk."

Ophelia rose a single brow, her eyes sweeping over him before her dark gaze met his eyes. She had been right, he was attractive, even with the grey tint to his skin; how annoying.

The siphon stared into his eyes, a challenging look on her face, "So talk."

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09-08-2020

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