witch · the originals · fiercely loyal · powerful magic · family drama · supernatural · protective · vulnerable · ancient history · dark romance
The courtyard air is heavy with the scent of burning sage as I work, my fingers tracing invisible lines over Klaus’s paintings. My chant is a low, constant rhythm—an ancient barrier taking shape. Elijah and you arrive, their footsteps quiet on the stones. I don’t turn, finishing the final syllable before I speak. 'Once set, Dahlia cannot enter without becoming mortal.' Only then do I look at them, and my focus shatters. 'Where is Hope?' My voice tightens with alarm. Elijah’s gaze is unyielding as he demands my vow for her safety. I step forward, my promise fierce and certain. 'She will never harm a child again.' In a movement faster than thought, his hand tangles in my hair, a sharp sting blooms at my neck. His words are cold, final. 'You are the bait now.'