Falling into the abyss.

Suspended and stuck at the wall meters above the floor, the Necromancer whose real name is a utterly common name, Tim, contemplates his options at the moment.

He grimly accept that he is helpless and weary, to be perfectly clear he is powerless and he hate it. It make him think back on imprisonment inside the darkness of Malivore, trapped, alone and incapable of getting out.

As drown in these dark moments, he look at the person doing this to him, a mere child barely knowing the limits of herself and of magic. It irks him, her raw power is enough for her to bypass his decades of training and mastering the darkest art, death.

Add to that the fact he isn't at his full strength and his defeat became understandable, something happened after his demise, in the past he could summon the full soul and body from the dead, but now it is like their is no soul to summon anymore, he can still brought back the body but whitout a soul its just a mindless thrall, a zombie.

If he had the time he would have investigate to discover what happened to the veil and to hell. With these thoughts in mind he try to free himself of the magical hold the young woman have on him but to no avail.

" I told you I was going to kill you. " Hope says with a calm voice carrying her determination to hold her vow. She bring her outstretched arm to herself and Tim fly through the air just above the destroyed wood flooring, she make him stop and hold him a meter away from her.

Using Telekinesis she make him spread his legs and his arms. A cold look flash in her blue eyes but hesitation can also been see on her young face, she is not a cold blooded killer, just a teenager wanting to live her life, but she can't, her name alone is enough to make sure her life will never be normal.

Tim throw himself at the opportunity presented before him despite the pain he feel from the magic applied on him and the chances almost null of getting out of here. " Wait girl ! I can tell you what happened to your father and the rest of your family, I know where they are, don't you want to find them after all these years ? " he says to Hope in a confident tone.

She look at him this time with a much more visible and readable expression on her face, anger, inside of her there is a more complex turmoil, a part of her want to listen, even if she doesn't trust the Necromancer, if it's possible... If he know something about her father, Kol or Freya then she want to hear it. For Elijah and Rebekah, she know all there is to know about it, the both of their sireline went extinct at the same time, after this every knowledgeable vampire knew it means the deaths of three originals.

" You're bluffing, nobody heard of them for years so how could you know ? " She asks her ton alterning between curiosity and anger.

" I am the master of death ignorant child, the dead whispers their secret to me, your father Klaus Mikaelson isn't the most liked by the dead lingering this earth, Oh you can believe me, speak of him they do and certainly not in sweet words.. " The necromancer mocks her but a strange light inhabit again his cold and inhuman eyes.

" Then tell me ! Tell me now and I will perhaps spare your miserable life and you can go back to whatever hole you were in before. " Hope order him but also threatens him in the same phrase.

" Patience girl, if you want answer and release me, the Necromancer won't ever talk under pressure, it's unbecoming of me. " He ask using his ridiculous way of speaking.

Reflecting on the choice in front of her, Hope musings are interrupted by Josie.

" Don't listen to him Hope, he's lying ! You want the truth ? Look around yourself, he killed our friends, our camarades, he don't deserve to live you said it yourself so end it ! " The brutally honest words of Josie her childhood friend reach Hope's ears and brought her back to reality.

For a second it seem she is going to either free the Necromancer from her telekinetic hold or kill him but instead she increases the pressure on him until the four person present can hear his bones cracking and see his sewn up face contort in pain. At her right side Josie flinch because of it and at her left side Alaric stay impassive. Lizzy, the most weakened stay back at her place to rest, she can hear what everyone's saying but not clearly.

" Wai... Wait pl.. Let m... speak ! " Tim try to talk but his throat is almost crushed under the pressure, finally after seconds of agony he can breathe and speak again.

" I have a name, even the dead hesitate to utter his name, Sam... " Before he can finish the familiar sound of Alaric gun resonate one more time in the living room littered with blood, guts and debris.

Looking a the Necromancer, Josie search carefully for any signs, otherwise what she barely perceive in her peripheral vision would have to be true.

Unfortunately as her words were earlier, she have to confront the harsh and cold honesty of the reality.

The bullet didn't go for the Necromancer, following back to trajectory, Josie's eyes fall on her father Alaric, the gun in his trembling hands and his face betraying the horror he feel about what he just did.

" Hope !! " she shout in anguish and run to her secret crush catching her just before she fall on the ground.

Alaric watch Hope's blood staining his daughter clothes and the tears running down her cheeks. The growing horror over the fact he just yield to the compulsion grow deeper when he remembers what type of bullet he just shot in her heart, before he can warn his daughter to get away its already too late.

A muffled loud noise is followed instantly by a geyser of blood and flesh that covered Josie entire upper body with it, her mouth, her nose...

The entrails of Hope's propulsed by the bullet explosion fly in every directions, so far that bit and pieces reaches Alaric and Tim the Necromancer, both meters away from her, particularly Ric.

Lizzy finally come close enough to the action after having an intense battle with destroyed furnitures to arrive here, with her broken leg it reveal itself to be an hazardous task.

Silence. For a minute thats all there is, until its broken.

" Uh.. Ah ! Ah A-ha ah !! " the maniacal and devious laugh of the Necromancer resonate once more in the School's walls, when Hope took the bullet, the hold she had on him disappeared immediately.

His laugh does not provoke the desired reaction, Josie have a hollow look in her eyes and seem to be completely elsewhere, Alaric look ready to crumble at any second.

Paradoxically, the unstable one, Lizzy seem to be the only one still aware of the presence of a dangerous enemy, unfortunately her injured leg and depleted magic put her in a disadvantagous position.

" Now, now... What shall I do with you three ? If am correct I think I talked about wrath ? " Tim says after stopping laughing. " I'm going to enjoy this, immensely so. " he continue while walking toward the shocked Alaric.

" Dad shoot him ! " Lizzy shout at her father but he stay motionless still looking at his hand holding the gun despite the urgency.

Josie is still cradling the dead body of Hope, if Alaric was paying attention would have tell her that it's only temporary, in a few hours she should be back.

While the Necromancer advance toward him, Ric use old taught instincts and he let his mindset focus on survival.

His arm automatically raise up and he aim his weapon at the threat, the voice of Lizzy urge him to squeeze the trigger another time and mechanically he comply.

Abruptly his finger is stopped on its track millimeters away from firing a bullet.

" Oh no, I saw what it did to miss abomination right here, I don't want to end up in a soup on the floor like her. " Tim says with an amused smile but with a voice calmer than usual, his tone lack the dramatic flair and arrogance he used in the past.

" Te Occidere ! " he cast a spell at Alaric while channeling all his bloodlust and negative emotions in it.

Under the effect of the spell, Ric lose control of his limbs, his arm pointed at the Necromancer slowly move against his will, he fight it with all he has left in him but it's not enough, the thought that it never is enough pass in his mind and is accompanied by a multitude of the same kind until the idea of suicide emerge in him and become more convincing at every moment.

The gun is almost under his chin and fighting whatever was cast on him is becoming increasingly difficult, he really is starting to hate mind control magic.

Lizzy try to put a stop to this by throwing a sharp object at the Necromancer but it's easily sweep aside and so is she. " Dad ! You have to resist ! Dad. " pleading her father she ignores the pain coming from her leg and back, she desperately try to bring magic out of her but it only result in a painful sensation.

!!Bam!!

It take a few seconds for her to dare open her eyes, but when she do, she let out a chuckle of pure stress and relief, it sound broken.

Tim's face on the other hand is ridden with annoyance.

" Why do all keep interrupting ! Is it to much to ask you to be obedient lamb ! " he exclaim and ready himself for a battle, deadly and dangerous spells formulating in his mind in case he need them.

" Be quiet. Your voice get on my nerves insect. " a feminine voice says confidently and with contempt but her words also seem to have an impact on him proved by his lack of response.

" Josie ? " Alaric asks the young woman he have to thanks for still be alive, at the last moment he regain control of his arm and move it away from his head, unfortunately it was too late to stop the bullet from being fired and in addition it was the last in the only charger he have in on him.

" Josie ? Uh.. I suppose I am but not exactly, more of a Josie 2.0 " Josie answer with her own voice but with a tone almost alien for the ones who know her best.

" I may not exactly be her, but we certainly share the same feelings about you. We want you gone. " While saying that, her eyes darkened until they are completely black giving them a demonic and evil look.

Wriggling her finger, the Necromancer is magically attract to her. " Come here. " she says with in a vicious way and she stop him at a arm range from her.

Taking a step forward she put her hand a centimeter away from his left pectoral. Pulling slowly her hand back to her. Without warning and any chance to counter, the Necromancer heart is rip out of his chest as if it's attract to her hand.

" Burn. " she utter simple word and the magic she absorbed when nobody was paying attention respond to her call. The body of the already dead Necromancer start to combust in burning flames until its reduced to a carbonized skeleton.

Laying on her back, Lizzy finally relax, or at least the adrenaline in her system come down and leave its place to tiredness, emotional and physical. The same thing happened to Alaric, the only one still standing is Josie.

Her eyes as black as the night are still there and her gaze is focused on Lizzy, shifting it to Hope a strange look appear on her face and the blackness withdrew from her eyes.

Suddenly black smoke rose from her feets and start to climb her body, her father watch her with worry but before he or her Lizzy can speek to her, she clap her end and magically put them in a deep dreamless sleep.

The black smoak reach the crown of her hand and form a sort of tornado before she dissappear from here and reappear somewhere in the world.