Chapter Eight: Henry

Third person POV/

Not faraway was a witch named Henry. He had taken over the body of Rose's father, more than happy to be back. In the time he had lived, he had been what some would call a ladies man. However, he didn't just chase women. No, he became obsessed with them. He would set his eyes on a woman and she was doomed. They always ended up dead.

You see this is why he died. It was just after the Miklesons had started to rule. He became fastly known within and even outside of the supernatural community. However, they left him be, mostly, as long as none of there own got killed. That is until he had killed the only child of a witch. They had him hanged 3 days later. This was also why Elle, the witch within her mother, had asked him to do the spell on her; he would relish making her want to die.

The spell was meant to make her powers uncontrollable. As soon as she used any kind of magic. It was not hard to do this as she had a lot of it lying dormant inside her.

On the table in front of Henry was a mirror. It looked like it had been made by the earth itself. It was framed in twigs and leaves. The glass was clouded with dirt. You could hardly see yourself in it.

"Let us see how our lovely flower is doing, shall we." He said, as he cut his palm letting the blood drip onto the mirror.

*"Ostende mihi, quos ego quaero." He said

At first nothing happened. But within a few moments an image began to appear. At first it was fuzzy and the voices where muffled. Then all became clear.

Within the mirror/

You could almost smell the fear coming off of Rose. She had huddled herself in a corner using all her strength to fight the spell cast upon her.

The candles had been put out by her, and so far she was seemingly able to keep them that way. It must have been unbearable to keep so much power at bay in one so young.

The Miklesons looked to be at a loss, likely for the first time in there immortal lives. Rebekah and Elijah had only just arrived home, when they had heard a scream. For a moment the compound had become eerily silent. Then you could hear Niklaus's voice, then that of his brother and sister.

They tried to find out what was wrong with Rose, as they removed the once lit candles from the room.

"Those bloody wankers did this to her!" Rebekah suddenly yelled at her arguing brothers. They had been trying to figure out what was wrong with her, and Rebekah was trying to soothe the young witch.

With that statement, Nicklaus disappeared from the room. With a sigh, Elijah followed after him. Rebekah was left rocking Rose, like a mother would a child.

A large crack appeared in the glass of the mirror. The image was then gone.

The look on Henry's face could only be described as livid. He mumbled a string of curses and began to pace the room. He had no way of seeing what the spell was doing to her, or what was going on, or where the men had gone. His anger had made him loosen the magic placed on the room he was in.

Then with a loud crack, all went dark.

* Show me whom I seek