The Witch Hunt

LOCATION the marked
DATE 4th of June 2021
TIME mid day
ATTIRE
- Elenora: Link
- Zitora: Link
OTHER daddy dearest
TOPIC FOR @Frederik (@Jolene)
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It had been a while since he had been able to get a hold on Elenora, and usually he would have let her figure it out. That girl always brought up more trouble than worth the while, but this time she hadn't even crossed anyone of the list and he wondered if she even was alive. Therefor Leonardo had chosen to take a few of his elite members and go for a trip to the rumored city of Gaia. The supernatural capital of the world. A place that shouldn't exist. Leonardo and his members travelled through the country till they had reached Aston, at least till they had could pick up the last trace Elenora had made. Leonardo looked around with disgust in his eyes, he was revolt by this place and its monsters. It was much worse than he first thought, and the Lelantos should have taken down this place a long time ago. If only they along with the Blanchard's had managed to figure it out, they could have taken out a great part of this. Leonardo was totally pushed out of the train of thoughts when he saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was like seeing a ghost. The ghost of his dead son. His golden boy who had been killed alongside his wife, oh he had never forgiven Elenora for surviving and not the others. Even if Elenora did have extraordinary abilities that the clan needed.

Leonardo moved closer towards the person he had seen looking like his son. It couldn't be. He couldn't be alive, not without telling him he was alive. Unless. Horror filled up into the hunter's eyes as he realized this was no longer his sun but one of the very things he hunted. It wasn't the fact that witches were the worst thing, but like hell he would let his children turn out to be these creatures. He did a movement with his right hand for the members to go in the direction. They now had their target, and they moved closer towards him. The witch hunt had begun.
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Zitora looked around in the marked, it was a while since she had time to go out, especially with the cases she had to catch up on after their little getaway. Zitora ran up closer to Frederik after having bought a new pair of sun glasses. The nephilim wrapped her arm around her boyfriend's and placed her head shortly on his head as they walked down the marked. Then as they stopped to look at something she noticed some change in his behavior, as if he realized something. "What is it?" Zitora whispered with a small frown as she looked at him, a small sense of worry hit her, something was up. Her eyes looked around them to scan the area, but she got distracted by Frederik's phone ringing. Elenora trying to call him. Call for him to tell him to get the hell out of there if he picked up. No explanation, just yelling for him to run.

Outfit: Frederik

Both hands were in Frederik pockets, as he walked down the marked in a very slow pace, only waiting for his newly claimed mate to tag alone. He himself had brought sunglasses, but had them hanging in the neckline in case he thought it was getting too bright, and Zitora hadn’t brought any, so of course he had approved of a pair of sunglasses she wanted to buy.
It didn’t take long before she caught up to him, wrapping her arm around his. He gave her a slight smile before they stopped to look at something on the market. In the reflection of a glass, he recognized a face which made him tense a bit up. Getting ready for battle. He knew this was trouble.
What is it?
The sweet voice of his mate sounded while he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. He licked his lips as he picked the phone out of the pocket before he started dragging Zitora with him, trying to tell her not to look around. “It’s not safe,” he whispered seeing the phone number belonging to Elenora. He picked it up while he continued to walk – as if nothing had ever happened. Acting, for now. He canceled the call without a word and put the phone in his pocket again. “We have to go,” he mumbled before he made sure to grab her hand and start running. Father is here.

It’s not safe, those words were enough for her to take a deep breath in, and let her jaw tighten, as they kept walking. It was quite a while since she had been in a position like this, but she also did know how to fact the part. Her eyes didn't even flicker towards him as he picked up her phone, she just kept her gaze forward, whatever fear that should have been or worry, it didn't exist. She gave him a quick nod, as he stated in a low voice that they had to go. Zitora nodded a bit before she felt his hand in hers, and started running. It took her one second to catch up with the fact that they were running from something, someone. However, with her mind open to him, she quickly read the thought that was passing. Zitora had seen hunters in action, she knew them, some at least. Her legs running, it felt like a while since her heart had been speeding up like this, when was the last time she had been running away from something? Zitora didn't question where they'd run to, and yet she was forming a battle plan in her head.


It was the second Frederik started running, that Leonardo knew that he had spotted one of their own. At least the boy still had an eye out for the routine. He waved a hand in the location, a sign for the other hunters to follow them. And they did. Circling around them, trying to get them caught, it was standard routine when hunting in groups for them. Finally, a pair of two hunters walked out in front of Frederik and Zitora, aiming at Frederik as he was the one on the target list. "Sorry it had to come down to this," one of the apologized. Zitora taking a deeper breath in, as she watched the hunter's finger on the trigger. It was too familiar. Way too familiar. Quickly she looked to the side, finding a tray of fruit, she used the wind to lift seven oranges up from their basket, and like tennis balls they were thrown at the two hunters, distracting them from their shooting attempt, "come on," she said almost breathlessly. She looked shortly behind them, noticing the other hunters coming closer to them, they had to speed this up, find some place where they could hide or blend in.

No matter how long it had been for Frederik since he had trained, it didn’t take him long to catch up on the running. Had he been alone, he would’ve run faster, but he couldn’t leave Zitora. No way. Even though it meant that they were circled, just like they usually did. Two hunters blocked their way, aiming directly at him. At least they hadn’t realized that she was his mate yet, and hopefully they would never figure it out. One of the hunters apologized. Frederik was just about to jump at them, to disarm them, but Zitora was faster and threw something to distract them. Frederik hurried to kick one of the hunters’ hand, unarming the hunter, only to grab the gun himself and rush with Zitora. As they ran, he mumbled a few words to manipulate the ground behind them, but a mispronunciation made the ground behind them swallow the hunters like quicksand instead of just knocking them prone. He looked over his shoulder, seeing how they sank. Turn! He was quite sure she knew the different streets just as well as himself, but by turning here, they should be able to find some more advanced alleys, twisting and turning, so they hopefully could shake them off and find shelter somewhere.

It was the wrong day to be wearing heels, but when you ran for your life, it didn't matter. They had to get out of here. Zitora's mind was racing, his father was after him. Which meant hunters. Hunters were never a good thing. Never. Zitora knew people on both sides, she knew Ethan and Nigel on the hunted side, she knew her mother and now Frederik. However, when it came down to it, she was not going to let anyone take Frederik away from her. Period. Her first thought was to make it to Bread Ahead, not because they needed cakes or anything, but because of what was under the shop, but that would mean letting the hunters directly to Alison - yeah, that wasn't going to happen either. She kept her mind open to his in case he saw or heard something - it also made the turn around the corner happen without losing track on where they were. Running down the streets at the marked, pushing through the crowds till there finally wasn't other things to run between than houses, bicycles, and parked cars.

See, Zitora did her research the second he had told her about the whole being a hunter thing. Then, there was the entire Elenora thing, and she had searched on the family name after a few meetings with Frederik back in February. Who didn't do some light stalking whenever finding the opportunity? It had taken a bit of a bigger dig in the dirt to crack the surface of what the world wanted to see, and she had only just gotten the clan’s name and a little bit of information. She didn't want to go to deep in searching out his family's history without his consent, so she had let it go. No matter what, it wasn't a hunter tribe to mess with and if they were coming for Frederik, they were coming for them, because she wasn't going to back down from this. Her mind running from her as they ran down the streets. We need to get to a clearing where we can actually see them, she informed sending him the message through her mind.

But in the end, all they reached were a blocked path, there was no way they could climb that wall, and turning around the hunters came closer to them. Zitora looked around them to the roof where some stood. They were trapped. As they stepped closer to Frederik and Zitora, a wall of fire started to rise making the hunters step back. "Wait a damn minute," Elenora's voice appeared slightly out of breath for having been rushing to even get here - luckily, she had been at work here close by. Her eye spotted Jolene in her father's crowd, not that she was surprised, she was a part of the clan, but Elenora just hadn't seen her friend for so long. "Elenora what is this, lower the fire," her father ordered not even looking at Elenora, his eyes fixated on his son. "So you can what? Kill my brother? Hell no," she replied, finally making Leonardo's head turn to the side. "This is not your brother, this is a monster wearing his face. And he is having you fooled, I trained your better than that," he hissed with a disappointed glance.

Zitora kept her eyes on the different hunters on the roof two on each roof top, and one behind them, not to mention the ones blocking their way. She could easily force the ones on the roof down, all it took was for it to get a little windy, but she waited.

While running Frederik did his best to push people away until they just ran between cars, bikes and houses. He agreed to the message she sent him. They did indeed need to get to a clearing. Without being able to see every hunter, they had no chance of knowing when they would have their backs clear to live in peace. They needed to see every face and make sure none would return to attempt and kill him again. He just wanted peace.

Having known Aston for quite some time, he was surprised that they ended up in a blocked path. He cursed in his mind, looking for any way to get out of this hell his family had dragged them into. The hunters got closer and closer while Frederik looked for some way they could get out of the blocked path. A wall of fire rose behind the couple parting them from the hunters.  It made Frederik look towards the source, which soon was easier as she spoke. Elenora had come to the rescue.
A conversation went on between Elenora and his father, and meanwhile Frederik tried to eye where every hunter was, so no one would be surprising them. He still listened to what they said, which was also why he interrupted, “You don’t train anyone, dad,” he said, but didn’t even look at him. “You’re brainwashing everyone you know,” he almost growled. He knew very much himself how it was to be under his father’s control, and how it was to be uninfluenced. He of all his siblings would know best Julianne and Elenora was still somewhat under Leonardo’s hand. Griffin had killed himself so long ago. His eyes were everywhere at once, ready to jump at anyone who seemed to get too close.

Jolene stood with her combination outfit of everything any species other than human didn’t like. Holy objects, vervain, wolfsbane, silver and what not. Her gun was held up and right now pointing towards Frederik. While they were speaking, she tried to clue out how she would be able to get to Frederik, so she could kill him. It didn’t take very long before she clued the relationship between the man and woman. She was his mate. She redirected her gun to the girl. An easier target and they would get two in one shot. Without a word she shot towards Zitora.

Elenora didn't know how to dismiss her father in this, but luckily Frederik spoke up about their father brainwashing everyone. Perhaps he was right Elenora thought to herself, but she wasn't sure if it was this entire new perspective he had gained as a inhuman, or what it was that made him use the word brainwash. Elenora knew many people disliked the way their clans did things. Just like how she had been engaged to Archie back then, and how Julianne had been engaged to Archie's brother Nigel. It was only Elenora's arrangement that had turned out to anything, which was most likely for the best. "It's the darkness in you talking, but don't worry - we will help you with that," Leonardo replied a bit more snarky. Elenora took a deeper breath in looking at her father. "I can't let you do that," she said quite stubborn, making her father's eyes turn to her once again. "Oh, I'm not the one who is going to do it sweetheart," he assured her making Elenora frown a bit. H

Zitora tried to figure out what the game plan was, it wasn't like she hadn't been standing in a crossfire before, but she didn't know these people nor their ways. So, all she could do was observe and analyse the field, which she was good at beforehand. Perhaps, it was the main reason her eyes scanned the other blonde girl lifting her hand, aiming the gun towards them while the chatter - the distraction. It was like time slowed down for a second, and the chatter became white noise, she didn't even listen to the discussion as the bullet moved towards her. Zitora lifted her hand up, and just before, with a few centimetres from her chest she stopped the bullet from harming her using the resistance of a wind to block the speed. The bullet landed on the ground. "Charming," she mumbled a bit raising a brow looking at the one who had fired the shot. "Jolene! What the hell!" Elenora yelled at her best friend. Zitora however wasn't going to give the human a chance to fire again, so with a heavier blow she turned the wind towards the human Jolene, as Elenora had yelled few seconds earlier, not minding taking down a few of the other hunters on the way.

"We are not killing either of them," Elenora raised her voice a little bit more looking at Jolene with a more stern look then at her father, walking closer to him. "I'm sorry it’s not your choice to make," he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. "Be careful which side you choose to be on here Elenora," he warned her, making Elenora take a deeper breath in shortly. "There isn't really much of a choice," she replied as she ripped her arm back to herself again. "You do look a little pale, perhaps La Souillure De Paix can fix it?" He suggested pulling out a small flask making Elenora stare at it. "What is that even?" Zitora looked at the flask as she communicated with Frederik through her mind to Frederik, sensing whatever was in that flask, wasn't anything good. She knew addiction when she saw one, and Elenora seemed to be struggling enough even resisting to grab it. So, before Elenora even could take it Zitora turned the wind slamming it against Elenora and Frederik's father's hand, making him drop the precious bottle, having it shatter on the ground. "That's enough of that," she spoke letting a fake smile brush over her face. "How about you just leave us alone, because if a fight is what you want a fight is what you will get, and we don't lose." With the glass shattering Elenora got out of the small trance shaking her head before stepping back to Frederik and Zitora. She couldn't help but smile by Zitora's words.

Being inhuman and away from La Souillure De Paix, Frederik had indeed gotten a new view on how his family had been like. It had been tough, and it was easy for him to see how every member of the family had been affected by it. The reason before all of it was his dad. Frederik couldn’t really believe that he once was almost like his dad – and almost like his youngest brother. Nothing had been able to keep Frederik from doing what he had thought was right. His father told him that he would help Frederik get rid of the darkness inside him. Such a stupid thing to say. There was no such thing as darkness inside of one – unless your name was Ethan. He basically lived off darkness. He could see how Elenora tried to protest against their father and his father almost immediately assuring Elenora that it wasn’t their father who was going to end the ‘darkness’ in Frederik.

Jolene furrowed her dark brows as the woman next to Frederik seemed to stop the bullet Jolene had fired. She could hear the mumble of the woman, who didn’t seem to be impressed and her best friend yelling at her. Elenora had gotten soft. Jolene had seen her former husband die and she had been able to kill her own daughter when her daughter had been turned. Elenora had seen her fiancé die but wasn’t ready to see her brother die – again. Elenora should go back to New York with her Leonardo so she could get back in shape. Gaia had formed her and made her take a liking to some of these beasts, including her witch of a brother. She had to report back to Quentin that he had to bring Elenora back home if his dad didn’t succeed today. She knew that he would do what was best for Elenora. Since Julianne didn’t attend this witch-hunt-party she didn’t expect anything from her. Or at least she hadn’t attended yet. Jolene was just about to fire again, when a powerful wind pushed her out of her balance making her fall to the ground.

Frederik observed everything and when his dad pulled Elenora closer he immediately knew what he was plotting. La Souillure De Paix. As soon as he heard Zitoras thought, his jaw tensed a bit, “The brainwashing,” he replied in his thoughts. It numbed emotions and made everything much easier to do and go through.
Zitora managed to blow the bottle out of the hand of Leonardo. It was clear how Jolene tried to save it, but it shattered right in front of her. She herself was addicted to the elixir. She hissed a little before she crawled to her feet. She wasn’t low on it, but she hated seeing it go to waste. Frederik on the other hand couldn’t care less. He was happy that it was wasted. Zitora spoke up, telling the hunters that they wouldn’t lose. Frederik liked the confidence, but somehow, he couldn’t help to think of how his little brother Griffin would’ve corrected Zitora. They were outnumbered and there was no way they were going to back down knowing that Frederik was alive, bearing the D'Avalos name as a hunter - even though he wasn't hunting anymore. “Just you and me, dad,” he challenged his father. “Just like the old days,” he teased. He remembered how he had always been trained to be the best, though it could be debatable if Quentin shut off all his senses; but luckily he wasn’t here. Frederik just had to keep his head clear and make sure that Zitora would be able to talk Frederik out of whatever his dad tried to plant in his mind. “You have to trust me in this, and I trust that you can help me,” he thought to Zitora. He knew that his ‘you have to trust me’ always lead to something dramatic – just like when he had pushed him and Ethan out of the window.

Zitora had survived worse odds than this, the main reason she wasn't worried. It reminded her of how she had been standing alone at Umbrella while Kaiya had aimed at her, aimed a Marcel - terrible memories, but this time the story wasn't going to repeat, she was going to make sure of that. However, Frederik's choice of words made her look to his side shortly, he wanted to go up against his father. Not because Zitora didn't trust Frederik and his judgement, because she did. It wasn't what was wrong with that idea. Zitora was just about to pass her thoughts on the idea when he told her to trust him on this. It made her hold her breath for a moment. "It's not you I don't trust on this, its him," she returned the thought looking at Frederik's father. Also, reminding herself last time he had said something like this, him and Ethan had been falling out the window. "But I got your back," she added more assuring, keeping her eye on every movement the other hunters made.

Leonardo smiled brightly, almost playfully taking a step closer to the person who wore the skin of his son. "But, like old times? I recall you had more sessions with your sister when with me - at least towards the end," he chuckled a little bit. "So -- Nice that you chose to join us - you are late," the flat b sound of his voice in the end rang with disappointment as the blonde girl walked through the crowd of hunters towards her father. "I'm sor-" she stopped looking at Frederik with big eyes, her world stopped for a second. It was like all air just had been kicked out of her stomach. "You got to be kidding," Elenora turned her eyes to her so called father, was he really going to let Julianne take down Frederik? There wasn't any fairness in that. Neither Julianne nor Frederik deserved to be put in that spot. "I want you to end him, he has stolen your brother's skin. He isn't your brother. Your brother died remember that. This. This is just a fraud, that is why you must end him. This is how you become stronger," he whispered in her ear. Julianne still not able to take her eyes of Frederik, she had been filled up with guilt of not being there to help when him and their mother had died. "I - I ca-" - "Yes you can. Do it." He took a step away from her after giving her a light push forward.

Julianne took a deeper breath in, still not able to shake the fact that he was standing in front of her. Julianne knew better than to judge every single supernatural creature, she had just spent the night with the werewolf who was father to her children. She licked her lips a bit nervously. "Come on," he raised his voice a little making Julianne frown a bit. "Don't do this," Elenora looked to her their father again. But he seemed to have made up his mind, so her eyes turned to Julianne who clearly didn't want to have part in any of this. However, they were trained to do things even if they didn't like it. "I always thought if you were going to be changed into something it would be a vampire - this is a surprising look," Julianne chuckled lowly looking at Frederik. Despite being happy to see he was alive, now wasn't the time for this. "For fucks sake Julianne, fucking do it," he yelled more irritated, which made Julianne shiver with fear for a second. "I will," she hissed looking back at her father. Quentin wouldn't even hesitate to get into a fighting stance, but she wasn't as brutal as her twin brother.

Zitora didn’t trust his father, which he understood. She hadn’t been trained by him and had only just met him now. There were so many things that put spotlight on distrust, but Frederik new him and his tricks and he was quite sure that he wouldn’t pull any new trick up his sleeve. It was nice to know that Zitora had his back, because with her, he would be able to do anything.

He mentioned his sister, which made him narrow his eyes. Was he going to pull a trick on Elenora now? But as he mentioned that someone was joining them, he knew it wasn’t Elenora. It was Julianne. He tensed his jaw. He hadn’t expected her to be here, but it didn’t matter much to him. He just had to make her yield. There was no way he was going to end his own sister. He was no monster.
If it had been Frederik in Julianne’s place, being under the influence of both the elixir and his father’s commands, he would’ve killed whatever sibling who stood in front of him, but Julianne didn’t just jump right at it. She hesitated. He wondered what made her do that.
- Jolene on the other hand was getting impatient. She wanted this over with so she could go on with the next hunt. She felt like this was a waste of time and too much talking. There was no reason to talk to the beast in the skin of Frederik.

Jolene was pushed forwards as a hint to get going. Frederik loosened his jaw a bit, but his muscles were already ready, adapting by every second. He nodded his head in a slight tilt as he shrugged on his shoulders. He wasn’t the one who had chosen what he had turned into. In fact, it had been Felicity. She had helped him when he was breathing his last breaths. He heard how their father yelled at her not to drag out any more time and just get it over with, but it also made her accept what she had to do. Frederik chuckled once. “I’m sorry Jules. But I’m not Griffin,” he said, almost picking at her. It was unfair of him to mention their brother whom they all believed was dead. Julianne had been watching him take his own life as a part of a tradition with being a hunter.

Frederik new that it would only be a matter of time before Julianne actually got to her senses and would be ready, so he went into a smaller fighting stance, with one foot slightly in front of the other. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said, waiting for her, because he knew that he wouldn’t get out of a fight.

But I’m not Griffin, she lifted her chin a bit up. It was low even for him to throw that sentence out. Because it made her angry at him, and anger was what she needed to keep her head in the game, but she still didn't feel comfortable. There was a fine line between practice and their father actually wanting to kill him. Hadn't it been for Diego's life force abilities, and having asked him for a favor in a little kick in case not all her injuries from Yesterday had been healed - she would have lost before the battle even had begun. It wasn't like she looked like someone who had just been hanging onto her life because of a car crash the other day. "You know better than to mention Grif to me," she replied back a bit more dry. Yes, it was many years ago by now, but it was also a day she never had been able to let go off. Julianne took a deeper breath in, letting her eyes scan his movements. She knew his powers, which was one reason why she found it unfair. Yes, she was faster and stronger, but that didn't matter when you battled an expert in the field. Frederik was ready, but she wasn't, and her eyes flickered to the side shortly feeling her father's dead eyes locked on her. She spotted the small puddle that had been left behind from the rain from last night. The day had been so sunny. She could use it to make things easier for her, but she didn't want a fight, but they didn't have to know that. So, using the water from the puddle to create a field around them, freezing it, so they had time before anyone else melted the field could see them.

"Okay, the sound doesn't go through the ice. We have a few seconds before they expect something to happen," she explained. For once Julianne was nothing like her twin brother when it came to this, she valued her family too much. Having her children had set things in another perspective that was for sure, and with a werewolf. Having a werewolf child had been the massive change, it had even made her not take the hunting drug for other than special situations. She had control over it despite so many others, then again Quentin hunted without it - he was also a case for himself. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," she lifted her hands up taking a step closer to him. Letting her eyes run over him for a short moment shaking her head. "Fucking hell, I can't believe you are actually alive," she breathed out before taking a few further steps to him, actually embracing him in a hug. She had no idea how much she had needed this even if it was just for a few moments. "Okay, I need you to knock me slightly out. It's okay, I can take a beating," she chuckled a bit giving him a warmer smile to let him know it was alright. "Because after this is over I have two people I would for you to meet, so, we better do this as realistic as possible."

Meanwhile outside the field of ice so tall she couldn't hear or see a thing, Elenora walked closer to her father, she was furious with him for forcing Julianne out in this. One thing was setting a witch hunt up, the other was forcing your daughter to actually kill her own brother. No matter how twisted their family were, this was way over the line. But sadly, some hunters did do it like this. Elenora threw the first punch on her father's jaw, shocking the people around them, her father as well, who spit some blood out on the ground. You better hurry this up, Elenora is starting a war out here," Zitora informed Frederik through her thoughts as the hunters started to go into war against the two girls. Luckily, Zitora was far from scared of them. And while Elenora was fighting her father, Zitora tried to keep as many as the hunters away from her. Thankful for the hours and years she had spend training with her mother just in case.

Frederik new that it was unfair of him to mention Griffin to Julianne, but not matter what, he had to poke back at something, when she so confidently talked about him having to be transformed into something. At least Frederik wasn’t dead before he got changed. He had just been dying. Oh, how he still felt that he had been left to die.
Suddenly Julianne formed an ice wall around them. They were all alone and Julianne explained how they could talk freely. As she explained that she wasn’t going to fight him he lowered his parades and shoulders, frowning a little as he wondered what the hell she was planning. When she raised her hands, he could feel how she had missed him, which made him smile softly. She was after all the softest of the bunch. He let his arms wrap around her in an embrace. He had missed her so much. Just like everyone else, but some people didn’t need an embrace, but rather a fist in the face – like Quentin.
He frowned again, when she asked him to know her slightly out and he was just about to tell her no, when she said she could take it. He knew she was right, but then again, it had been such a long time since he had been beating his siblings. Meanwhile, he also received a message from Zitora, telling him to speed things up a bit. “Okay,” he said, but his hands started with folding around her face and then kissing her forehead. He wanted her to be sure that he would really love to catch up with her as soon as possible. He then took a step back biting into his lower lip for a short moment, as he tabbed into a style of combat and loaded up a hit that sure would knock her out and hopefully not break any bones on her. He was still practicing on healing spells. His punch was an hit next to her temple and first when he was sure she was out he stormed towards the ice and started to knock himself through the ice.

He finally got out, and hell was definitely lose. God damn it Elenora. He was quick to throw a couple of hunters around and finally threw one towards his dad, hoping that it could help Elenora just a bit. Frederik quickly checked up on Zitora who seemed to do quite well by herself, and therefore he hurried to help Elenora, not that she needed the help, but because if their dad was in some way out of the game, he knew the other hunters either would retreat or call for assistance – and no matter what, he just needed his dad to chill the hell out. Dead or alive.

So many things had gone wrong. So many things had taken its tool on her, torn her apart and twisted her. Taking her away from Ethan when she was born, raising her to be a killer with no mercy, without a thought of remorse to the people she hurt in the process. It was first when she had met Archie that she had realized life was more about just protecting humans against the supernatural, both him and Nigel had influenced her to the better - but right now, there was no better version of her, just an empty shell of sorrow for the loss of Archie, and the loss of who she was. Because, if she wasn't this angry angel, this hunter, who was she? Elenora was angry. Beyond angry. And she took it out on the people in her way, her father's hunters who tried to to anything in their power to fight against Elenora's rage. The fire started to spread, as some of them screamed while the fire burned them up. Feeling the punches thrown in her face, the knee in her stomach that made her take a few steps back losing her balance. She spit blood down on the ground in front of her, using some of the ice pieces to throw against the hunters. She was merciless, after all that was how she was raised.

Elenora noticed that Frederik had made it out, but she didn't wait for him before she was in the face of their father. To be fair, the smile on his face just waited to be punched. Elenora went right in his face, when he threw the first first towards her. She didn't care. He wasn't her father either way, just a man that had turned her into the version of herself he wanted, like with her brothers and sister. Then after so many years not telling her she was adopted, taken from her birth family till she found out last year - there was plenty of bones she had to pick with him. But blinded with rage, their father managed to get a grib on Elenora's throat and smash her towards the ground, leaning over her trying to block her airways. Some other hunters went straight towards Frederik to get him out of the picture.

Zitora had no issues fighting off these guys, they were highly trained, but once she had just a slight touch of their skin trace her - their thoughts were open to her, making them unable to hide their next movements for her. She looked back seeing Elenora on the ground. "Frederik!" She yelled after him, "Elenora." She gestured him towards his sister.

Zitora almost didn’t even get to say a word before Frederik was sprinting towards Elenora who was just about to be slammed into the ground. On his way, he threw plenty of unarmed strikes. Fists towards jaws, kicks at side of knees, dodging, uppercuts and even more. On his way, he even caught a gun from one of the hunters. Nothing was going to stop him on his path to help Elenora against their father, because if there was anyone who was a monster, it was him.
He pulled the gun up and quickly aimed at his father’s wrists to shoot them, hoping he would lose some grip around Elenora’s throat. He didn’t care too much if Elenora got a small ‘scratch’, it would be better than to be choked. As soon as he was close enough, he threw himself at his father, to tumble him over and hold him down. Frederik’s own arms had snaked in front of Leonardo’s shoulders, and his hands had cupped behind his head, making Leonardo unable to use his arms. He started to chant a spell with a low voice, which should make their father more and more tired by every word. He spoke softly to make sure it didn’t have effect on his allies.

Elenora clawed her fingers at his hands uselessly, trying to force him off her. What was wrong with her, usually she had no problem just burning a person, throwing them off with a air like punch. But looking into the eyes of the man who was supposed to be her father, and she saw nothing. No affection. No love. It was just pitch black, which was the first time in her life she actually had felt fear towards her father. Small ragged gasps were escaping her throat, trying to beg him to let go of her. Elenora heard the shot fire, but didn't realize it had been at their father or it was Frederik's doing, not till Frederik tumbled over their father, forcing him off her. Elenora sat up gasping for air quickly moving her hand towards her neck. Groaning a bit as she got back up on her feet walking towards Frederik and their father.

Slowly she got back on her feet, taking a sharper slightly more painful breath in, feeling her throat slightly sore. "What are we going to do with him?" She asked looking at Frederik. This was over the line. Forcing Julianne to go for Frederik, yelling at both her and Julianne, making Quentin train his powers on Julianne as well. Almost attempting to kill Elenora, who knew if he would have stopped if it hadn't been for Frederik? This was it. There had to be a line. There was no way he would ever stop coming for them, he had to be stopped. And they both knew it. "It's the only way," she took a deeper breath in, she knew he knew what she meant. They had to put him down.

Frederik was concerned for Elenora’s wellbeing, the way she gasped for air and moved her hand towards her throat, as if something was wrong. But she was quick to get up, which calmed Frederik a bit, to make it easier to concentrate. As she got closer, she managed to ask what they were going to do with their father. Frederik tried to continue speaking his spell but thinking about what they should do to their father. Multitasking, or something. It was difficult. What wasn’t difficult was that what their father had done for so long was over the line, and today, he just reassured all of the siblings that were present that he was never going to get back to be a ‘normal’ father for them. He nodded approvingly to Elenora as she agreed that it would be the only way.

Their father was sleepy, but not fully gone.

Jolene had noticed from afar that Elenora and Leonardo had gotten down to the ground, and since she was further away, she hadn’t gotten to Elenora as fast as Frederik. So when she got there she stood somewhat across from Elenora, on the other side of the two men on the ground. She looked at her best friend, trying to reassure that she was okay. But then she raised her gun just a little bit and shot Leonardo right under the left collarbone, making both men wince, but Frederik not as much. Jolene then kicked Leonardo at the hip, making the men roll around, so Frederik laid on top.

“The Witch Hunt is over,” she called out to the few hunters who were left. “Stay in town till further notice,” she continued, eyed Elenora, the mate and then turned around to leave the scene making the hunters dissolve to each part of their original position. Frederik had only been whispering his spell to make Leonardo fall asleep since Jolene had arrived and played with her in her little game. Frederik did everything to make Zitora know that he was alright, but had to react in some way, so the hunters didn’t know it was an act.

She was angry. Angry at everything and right now, and looking at Frederik on top of their father. No, he shouldn't get the kill. Not that Elenora believed killing her father would give her peace, but perhaps it would help a little, she wouldn't know till he was dead. It was the same mindset she had went into the woods with weeks ago, when Nigel had gone with her to get her revenge on the demons who had been the reason for her love's death. Had the demon king's death given her any type of peace? No. No it hadn't. Elenora was still having this empty hole in her heart, where anger tried to fill up the space. So, no she wasn't alright. She wasn't able to overcome the grief or the pain she had been through lately, so anger was so much easier. Anger was a thing she did with perfection. "No," she shouted the moment Jolene fired the shot making the men tumble down, but Zitora held her back, for now at least. Her heart breaking once again, wondering if this time it would actually be able to be fixed again.

The Witch Hunt is over.

Elenora's rage boiling, pulling her arm out of Zitora's grib and walked closer to Jolene with a speed to fast, stopping right in front of her, not caring about the hunters leaving, her finger's moving into a fist and it took one deep breath. One deep breath before a fist flew across to collide with Jolene's jaw. "If you come after him again, I will tear you apart. Do I make myself clear?" She could see in Jolene that something else was playing here, but right now, she was blinded by rage to do much. "Elenora," Zitora tried getting to Elenora, passing Jolene, placing a hand on her shoulder, to push her a little away - but mostly to make herself able to access Jolene's mind. Then she ran over getting Frederik up on his feet to make sure he was alright. Perhaps not the greatest trick as it made Leonardo unprotected. Looking back watching Jules, who had deserved so much better than this, they all deserved a better father than what Leonardo had provided them. She took a deeper breath in and sat down next to the body. Sleeping. He was sleeping, making it easier than if he had been wide awake. Placing her hand over his body, letting the sparks from her fingers fire up, letting the fire spread from her hand and over the fabric over Leonardo's shirt, the skin burning making the alley smell coppery. The tears steaming down her face in silence.

Zitora looked to Frederik, there was no stopping Elenora and no way Leonardo would ever leave them alone. Killing him off was perhaps the thing that was the smartest in the case of their survival.

Jolene knew that Elenora might not have realized what had happened and therefore kept her chin up as Elenora stormed forward. She could see the rage in Elenora was all over the place, boiling over. And there was the fist Jolene had been waiting for. Jolene didn’t deserve it, but one day, Elenora might thank her for how Jolene had acted. One day maybe. “Clear,” she replied with a stone-cold expression, letting Frederik’s mate touch her shoulder as she passed. It didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that Elenora was safe and sound. Jolene turned around and started leaving. She didn’t want to stay. Who knew, maybe she would be change her mind about Frederik. She left her gun on a cardboard box nearby

Frederik was helped up onto his feet and nodded gently to Zitora to reassure her that he was alright, but he did indeed need some rest when the got home. It was only as he heard the sparks and how fire had begun that he took his eyes of Zitora watching how his sister was about to burn their father in his sleep. He gave Zitora a short squeeze on the shoulder before he left her embrace, to pick up Jolene’s gun and approach Elenora and the burning father.
“Your fight is over, Leonardo D'Avalos,” he said. It was a tradition for funerals, finding dying hunters and for turned hunters who had passed the two weeks. He glanced shortly as Elenora before he looked back at their father and shot him between the brows. There was a moment of silence before he lowered the gun and put it into the back of his pants and went over to Elenora. “We have to go,” he said, but didn’t put a hand on her yet. He didn’t want to interfere with her grieving, but all of the noise would lead cops to the area sooner or later.

Elenora closed her eyes for a moment, letting the fire really grip onto the flesh, focusing mostly on the spot over her hand, which was his heart. Burning that cold heart of his, taking a deeper breath in. She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream so badly, but now was not the time. Elenora didn't notice anything around her, she didn't notice Frederik picking up the gun. She barely noticed the fact that he shot Leonardo in the head, she was so focused on her own action. We have to go, it was first around here she really noticed what had been going on. He was dead. Elenora took a deeper breath in and breathed out letting herself fall a little back before getting up on her feet. She didn't turn down the fire. The less they could see of the body, the less information of identifying him. Elenora looked over at Julianne on the ground, "Julianne," she mumbled distant pointing towards her. Elenora ran a hand over her hair. Jolene shooting at Frederik had been a clever move perhaps, but Elenora's mental state and that move had taken its tool on her mind for the moment.

Zitora followed Elenora's eyes to Julianne on the ground, of course they weren't going to leave her behind. So, she expected Frederik to pick his sister up, while Zitora kept her eye on Elenora to see how she held up. Zitora wasn't scared of the brutality in the action that had just happened, attacking like that, it was them or him, and it had been the only choice for peace.

Elenora was clearly in her own mindset but as she got up, it seemed like she was somewhat able to fit some conversation into everything. Frederik nodded as Elenora mentioned Julianne and went to over towards her. He glanced over her, trying to notice if she had gotten any damage from the fall before he lifted her up in his arms. “We should get away from the streets,” he said and looked around. “Nora, you had an apartment at the city center, right?” he wondered “We should go there until things settle down and till Jules wake up,” he said eyeing her in his arms. She needed to know about their father two, and besides from that, there was someone she wanted him to meet. Though it might not be this very day that would happen, they should arrange something. He didn’t want to lose touch with her again. After all, Elenora and Jules was probably the only family he really got left. Nicole who no one knew anything about, Griffin who had killed himself after he had turned into a vampire and of course, Quentin was a case for himself, especially after Frederik had ‘died’. He couldn’t really figure out how Quentin would react to knowing that Frederik was still alive – even after the witch hunt.

Elenora took a sharper breath in, he was right they needed to get off the streets. Zitora and Frederik's home was too far down to carry Julianne along without getting too much unwanted attention. "Yeah, I do," she replied and clicked her tongue a little bit as she eyed Julianne in their older brother's arms and then breathed out. Zitora nodded a bit to confirm she was in on that idea. Elenora nodded for them to follow her down the streets, at least she had wondered around here for some time, so she knew the small ways around. The best thing about being a hunter was knowing how to get around. It took around seven to ten minutes before they made it to the apartments. Better part of apartments down town, she did have some taste after all. Elenora unlocked the front door and let them inside, being on the second floor it was a quick trip with the elevator. She unlocked the door to her apartment to let them inside.

It wasn't very personalized yet. She didn't know what to do with it, it was hard to make a place feel like home, when she felt like she didn't have one. So, there was just all the basic stuff. The walls looking naked and empty. "Yeah, I'm still settling in," she scratched the back of her own head. "I have coffee, wine or water - whatever you want," she pointed towards the door on the left leading towards the smaller kitchen. "You can just place Jules on the couch," she pointed to the middle of the room they where standing in where the couch was next to one arm chair. Zitora nodded and walked out to the kitchen to grab some glasses and a bottle of wine - they needed it.

Frederik carried Julianne and followed Elenora towards her apartment. Frederik was lucky to have the abilities he had, and therefore be able to carry Julianne without any sweat on his skin. He made sure not to loosen his grip on Julianne as they went inside, into the elevator or into the apartment.

The door was held for Frederik as he stepped in with the younger sister, and he went straight to the couch to put her down, listening to Elenora explain how she was still settling in and what she had to offer. “Please bring a glass of water for Julianne,” he called to Zitora, hoping she could carry it all. His eyes then went to Elenora. For a moment he just thought about ordering her to sit down in the armrest, but he decided to do something else. He left Julianne to approach Elenora. She still seemed somewhat out of it. He had also seen how she had been looking at the flask their father had been holding. Maybe the feelings were a bit too much lately?
Without any warning her swung his arms around her in an embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered. Everyone had had such a big part in this hunt. “I’m glad you called,” he breathed out.

Elenora took a deeper breath in and looked at Julianne sleeping on the couch, at least she was still alive. Alive. All this death and chaos surrounding them, it was a mess. One big bloody giant mess, and she had no time to clean it up. She didn't even know in which corner she should begin. The pain inside her heart was so heavy and it was hard to carry around, especially in moment like this, even if it was supposed to feel like she was home, it wasn't. Her home was gone. Before she even got to think or react, Frederik had swung his arms around her, taking her breath away for a moment. "Of course," she mumbled a bit before swinging her arms around her brother, ass if she thirsted for some sort of contact in years. It wasn't like they didn't see each other, she just didn't always feel like seeing all these happy people around her, reminding herself that she was once happy. That she had lost Archie, that they wouldn't be married by the end of this month like they had planned. Elenora was happy that her brother was happy, it wasn't that, it just also made her feel so completely alone. And she hated that. "Couldn't let you to conquer the world without me, even if you have quite the power house by your side," she slowly let go of his embrace and looked at Zitora returning, having used her wind powers to carry a few glasses and placed them on the coffee table. "Are you guys hugging without me?" Jules mumbled from the couch lifting herself up on her elbows.

Frederik felt her swing her arms around his body, which made him feel that somehow, she needed this hug more than he had imagined. She didn’t just stand there frozen. He chuckled a little as she mentioned he wasn’t going to conquer the world without her, even though he had quite the powerhouse by his side, “I would never,” he chuckled and caressed her back gently before he let her out of the embrace. His attention was drawn towards Zitora who got back into the room, and then to Julianne who seemed to just have woken up. Frederik smiled widely by the fact that she already woke up now. She was so strong. He patted Elenora, “Come,” he said wanting her to join them close to Jules. Frederik was quick to approach Jules and sat on the edge of the couch seat. He poured her a glass of water, even though it might not be what she wanted the most right now. “Here,” he said handing her a glass of water, though he was ready to help her drink, if she couldn’t hold herself up while drinking. “Take it slow, hm?” he suggested. He knew that their father hadn’t been very kind to them, after all, he had been there himself. No rest for the wicked, right?

Elenora was happy to see Julianne was getting up and walked closer to the couch as Frederik did too. She placed her hand on the back of the couch and looked at her sister, taking a sharper breath in. Julianne gave Elenora a brief smile before looking over at Frederik whom had sat down on the edge of the couch seat, pouring her a glass of water, and she reached for it with her right hand, putting the extra weight on her other elbow to keep her up. Julianne took a few sips, before returning the glass to Frederik. "If I take it slower I fall asleep again," she chuckled a bit. Elenora looked over at Zitora for a moment, then returning her eyes to her little sister. "Wine?" Zitora asked Elenora and Elenora moved her eyes back to Zitora again. "Yes please." Zitora walked around the couch to open the bottle of wine and pour up into the glasses, looking over at Frederik as well, "want a glass?" She asked. Julianne lifted her hand up. "I will take one for the the headache," she laughed a little bit. Zitora chuckled a bit and poured up into the four glasses, grabbed two and handed one of them to Elenora. Elenora didn't waste many seconds drinking half of the glass, not that Zitora judged. "Wait, what happened out there?" Julianne then asked looking from Elenora over to Frederik.