Endgame ? Sweet but Psycho

15. two

"If we don't, we never see her again." Her brother said. 

Vincent turned to look at him, backing up to Poppy and placing a hand on her back. "Hey, that's enough. All right? We all want to help her, so we need to make sure that she's consecrated, but she's got to be safe so we're gonna pull her into a place where she's protected, then we can resurrect her. And that's gonna require a lot of energy, and my power's not what it used to be before I got shunned."

"What about mine?" Poppy asked. 

The witch shook his head. "I don't want you to drain yourself."

"All right, we need Freya." Marcel stated. 

"You think my family's going to help?" Kol asked, scrunching his nose. "Nik hates Davina. Freya will not defy him, and Poppy will do anything to please him."

Marcel narrowed his eyes. "This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for your family." He looked at Vincent. "Prepare her body." Then at Kol. "Come with me."

"I'm coming with you." Poppy stated.

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Mikaelson Compound

"This is a war." Elijah said. "Please, understand, I despise the situation."

Kol narrowed his eyes. "No, that's the wrong answer!" He took a step forward, but Marcel stopped him by putting a hand on his chest. 

"No, no, no, I know this is a war but I've lost a lot of friends, too. Today I need your help." 

Poppy sighed, looking down at everyone's feet in sadness, her arms folded over her chest. She looked at her father when he placed a hand on her back, gently. 

"Then you shall have it." Klaus said. "Come on, Kol. Let's get you cleaned up."

"My daddy used to tell us that the Ancestors linger on to give us a safe place to land after a hard life comes to an end but if they're responsible for taking you and Cami, and for torturing Poppy... I don't know. Maybe death does something to us. Twists us all up into something ugly. That ain't gonna happen to you. We're bringing you home."

Poppy stood in her bedroom, holding a sleepy Melody in her arms. She patted her back gently, rocking her a bit. She hummed softly 'Hey Jude' and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, closing her eyes momentarily. Melody closed her own eyes, her mouth gaped open as she fell asleep. With a small smile, her mother laid her down in the crib in her bedroom, which had a blanket, a few toys, and her favorite stuffed animal: a dog. She turned to face her husband, who zipped up a bag.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a look of confusion. 

Silas looked up at her. "We." He corrected. "Where are we going? The answer to that question is away from here, from New Orleans." He let out a soft sigh and walked to his wife, taking her hand in his. "Look, honey, I know this your home, but we're not safe here. Melody isn't safe here. I've reserved a hotel room for a few nights in the city for us two, away from the Quarter. I don't expect you to get up and leave right away, so it should give you some time to think about it." He kissed her lips gently. "I trust you'll make the right decision. I love you, Poppy." 

Poppy closed her eyes and hugged him. "I love you too, Silas."

The couple pulled away from each other, and the husband looked the wife up and down. "You're looking a bit grey, when was the last time you had blood?"