Endgame ? Sweet but Psycho

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Oxygen. 

It then changes to the point of view of the woman's husband. He watched as his father in law performed CPR, and he rubbed his forehead with a shaky hand. His head pounded with pain, and the air around him felt cold. Suddenly, he felt a hand take his. Turning his head, he saw Hayley, who then placed her other hand on his arm. They both needed the comfort, so he gently placed his right hand on the hand on his arm. He turned his attention back to his wife. 

He blinked. 

Fire. Chains. Screams of agony. 

He blinked once more. 

His wife stood in the foyer of the Salvatore Boarding Home. Or was she? The scene before him flashed between her being there and her being in the fire. 

Once again, he blinked.

The point of view changes the that of the woman. Poppy.

She woke up, taking a slight breath of air. Her eyelids parted from one another a bit, then they closed. She was so tired, and her chest was in agony. 

"Miss, can you hear me?"

Poppy gave the voice a nod. 

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Poppy Salvatore-Mikaelson.." She breathed out, her voice raspy. She winced. 

"Good. Poppy, you're going to be okay."

February 13, 2014

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Mikaelson Compound 

Poppy stood in the bar, her hand pressed against the counter, her back facing the doorway, her body turned to face the stained windows and shelves of ancient alcohol. Thanks to Freya, she was able to see. Between her fingers was a shot glass filled with a thick liquid. She wore a tank top and leggings. Her feet were bare, and her curls laid against her back. Wrapped around her chest just below her breasts were bandages and witch pastes to help heal her ribs. With a shaky and deep but gentle breath, she held the glass up a bit higher. 

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She quickly took the shot and set down the glass. Closing her eyes momentarily, she heard the door open. She could sense that it was her husband. 

"What happened to you?" He asked gently and quietly. "There was fire, and chains. You were in the foyer at your other home." 

Poppy reached for another glass. "Is that what you saw?" She asked. "The foyer?" She inquired, scrunching her nose. 

"Yes." He replied. "Actually, no. There were flashes. You were in the fire..just standing there."

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Poppy took another shot and set down the glass. "Your eyes were playing tricks on you." She told her husband, turning around to face him. "I wouldn't stress about it." 

"That's a lie." Silas stated. 

"Maybe so." The dying hybrid took the bottle of alcohol from the counter and poured another shot to take, turning away from Silas, who had begun to walk to her. She set it down and reached for the glass, but her husband took her hand.