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Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head?

"THE abandoned theater? Seriously?" Stiles ran a shaky hand down his face as he looked at the Mikaelson siblings. "I didn't even think about the damn theater!" He shouted, punching a nearby wall. "I should've put more thought into it. I should've went with her to the store. I should've had been by her side. I should've—" he choked on a sob as he started to pace back and forth. "I — I failed her. I failed her!"

"Stiles, calm down, buddy." Scott tried to calm down his hysterical best friend, but to no avail. "We know you're worried about her, we are all, but acting like this will not help her. We need to calm down and come up with a plan to get her back with no trouble."

"I..." Stiles ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots before nodding. "Yeah, you're right. Being calm gets me to my girl. Being calm means we get her back safely." He nodded, licking his chapped lips, and rubbed his hands together, nodding.

"We aren't just getting her back to you." Niklaus stepped forward, glaring at Stiles. He could not believe that his immortal sister fell in love with a pathetic, human boy. "I don't know what my sister sees in you." He looked around at all the pack. "Or any of you, for that matter. You guys don't let her be at her full potential. She's an immortal, a killer, a being that is powerful enough to make the world rain blood. Yet, you guys turned her into this—"

"Into this beautiful, caring, and really amazing being." Lydia stepped forward just as Malia walked into the Loft.

The Mikaelson's turned around and gaped at her as she stared back at them in confusion. "Who are they?" She crossed her arms as she walked towards Lydia, standing in between her and Niklaus. "Are they here to find my sister?"

"Sister?" The pack looked to Malia, confused. They didn't know she had a sister. "Wait. Are you talking about Alex?"

"Yeah." Malia nodded, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at them confused. "I thought she would've told you by now. Turns out, I didn't kill my family." She did fake ethusiastic jazz hands. "Alex went to some witch bitch and turns out, there was a spell put on me, I was sent into the future on a one way trip thing, I lost my memories, and was thrusted into another family's life who thought that I was theirs."

"Oh, wow," Lydia breathed out. "I had the hots for sister's."

"Had?" Malia turned to Lydia, looking confused but also sad.

"Oh, erm, uh..." Lydia cleared her throat, her face heating up as she looked Malia in the eyes. Brown eyes intently staring into her piercing hazel-green eyes. "I mean, uh, I still have the hots for you but this is not the time to talk about this."

"Miss Martin is right," Elijah spoke, fixing his suit, getting over the shock that he was seeing his dead sister. The more we talk about useless things, the more time the hunters have to break my baby sister. The more time they have to find a way to kill her. The more time they have to turn her against all of us."

"Sister?" Malia mumbled. It took a few seconds but it clicked in her head. They were her siblings, the ones that Alex had told her about.

"He's right," Chris Argent stated as he barged into the Loft with Isaac trailing behind him. "And that's why I brought stuff that could help us."

He threw a big, black duffel bag onto the table, it clanking. He zipped it open, revealing many weapons.

"Now, I do not care how this ends as long as we get Alex back," Chris spoke, determinaly. "She is like a daughter to me, whether she's a supernatural creature or not." He looked up, meeting eyes with the Mikaelson's. "You must be the siblings."

"That's right." Freya stepped forward, a determined look on her face, analysing the man in front of her. "I'm the older siblings, Freya. I might've never met Alex but what I hear is that she is amazing, and I would really like to meet her. I would do anything for family even if it kills me."

"Good." Chris nodded. "Though, I don't think that will happen. They're human, you're immortal. I think that we can easily go in there, take them all down whether we kill them or not." He picked up a hand gun, a revolver and held it up. "Because I don't know about you, but I will go in there guns ablazing. You should know, I don't miss."

"I like him." Niklaus smirked. "But can we hurry up. I haven't killed anything for a few hours and I have a taste of blood."

"Niklaus..." Elijah scolded his younger brother.

"Don't start," Kol whined, laying his head back, frustrated and annoyed. "I need to see my favorite sister, now. I don't care how this ends. Let's just go get her!"

"Yup. Okay." Stiles nodded and grabbed his bat as he walked towards the Loft's door. "What?" He turned around as he realized that they were all looking at him weirdly. "I'm going. She's my girlfriend. She's my responsibility. I'm going to help rescue her even if it means that I have to die."

"Okay, Romeo." Niklaus patted Stiles back as he walked out of the Loft. All of the other Mikaelson's followed.

Soon, they were all piled into cars and drove as fast as they could to the abandoned theater.

When they arrived, the cars were surrounded by assassins in gear, guns aimed at all of them through the windows.

As fast as lightening, the Mikaelson's were out of their cars, and swept through the assassin's like they were butter. Seconds later, all dozen assassin's were all on the ground, throats sliced, hearts ripped out, and had broken necks.

"Come on," Freya commanded before holding up her hands to the entrance. "There's a boundary spell. Nothing can get in." She looked back at everyone determinanly. "This is gonna be easy." She held out her hands, and muttered something under her breath in a different language before thrusting her hands out, and the doors were shoved open.

"Hurry."

When they ran through the building, there was no signs of assassin's. But, as they got closer to the back of the building, they could hear whimpers and pleas.

"Alex..."

"Ah. The siblings," a man's voice came from above. All of a sudden, a dozen of lights were aimed at the Mikaelson's and the Pack. Guns, crossbows, and even axes were all pointed at them. "Come to save Alex?" He laughed. His laugh bounced off the walls, making it echo.

"How nice of you but I do think it's all too late. She probably hates you all by now. I gotta say, though, I had so much fun breaking her. They said, "the Originals are the strongest creatures to ever walk on Earth". I say, "no they are not. Humans are". If you so called Originals were so powerful and strong, then how did I break young Alexandra within two days? Huh? Answer me that."

"Where is she?" Niklaus demanded through clenched teeth. His eyes were glowing yellow, showing how infuriated he was with someone laying a hand on his baby sister. "Where is she?!"

The man just laughed. He laughed. "Who cares? She's either so close to killing herself or she's close to killing y'all." He clapped his hands together. "So exciting."

"I will murder you all!" Nikalsus shouted, his hands clenched as he growled out in anger.

"Ah." He clicked his tongue. "Oh, how I love when they say that."

Niklaus turned to Freya and gave her a look. She nodded and held out her hands, sending all the assassins that were surrounding them — back into the walls.

"No, no, no. No!" The man shouted just before Rebekah showed up in front of him.

"Hello, love. Goodbye, love." She thrusted her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart as the others rushed towards the room where they heard Alex screaming from.

Chris stayed behind to hold the assassins back, along with Elijah.

"Alex!" Stikes shouted as he fiddled with the door separating him and his love. He banged on the door loudly, trying to grab her attention, but from what he could tell, she was hallucinating.

"Move," Freya demanded before thrusting out her hand, and the door was thrown off the hendges.

"Oh, god."

They all paused as they all saw how terrible Alex looked. She was covered in blood, head to toe, was shaking, had dark bags under her eyes, and was whimpering. They all heard what she was saying.

"Please, father, please. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to! I swear, it, it, it was the neighbors. They were the ones to tear the flowers, not me." She then jerked forward like she had just been whipped, and screamed bloody murder. "Father, please..."

"She's hallucinating Mikael," Rebekah stated, in tears at the sight of her sister. She could not believe that someone would willingly put someone into this much pain, especially to someone so amazing. "Oh, my god. We need to help her. Now!"

"Okay, okay, okay." Stiles threw down his bat and approached Alex who flinched away from his touch. Tears fell down his eyes as she looked up at him with broken blue eyes full of tears.

"No, no, no. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. I can't take this anymore. Please, just... just leave me alone." She whimpered as she started to rock herself back and forth.

"A-Alex, it's me," Stiles croaked out. "It's Stiles."

"Please. Please. It hurts. It hurts so much. Leave me alone. I didn't do it. I promise I didn't do it," she begged, looking right through him. She was still hallucinating. It hurt him more than anything else to see her like this. "I didn't do it!" She shouted so loud that Stiles jumped back in shock, shaking from stress and nerves.

"We're here to help you." Freya stepped forward and gently laid her index and middle finger on Alex's forehead. Instantly, Alex slumped to the floor, her breathing slowly going back to normal. She was asleep.

"We need to get her back to the Loft, clean her up, and make sure she stays hydrated, fed, and get's enough sleep. It's the only way she will feel better. It won't make her forget the experience, but it will help her stay alive. I'll make her a tea with some relaxing herbs."

And they were off to take Alex back to the Loft.