"Niklaus!" Elijah called in alarm as he bounded down the main stairs, Misha close behind him, and toward his brother as Klaus moved through the first floor outer courtyard of the house, carrying a lifeless Caroline in his arms. Elijah had seen Caroline's collapse on the edge of the dance floor through the upstairs window and now he watched as Bonnie swiftly moved in front of Klaus and opened the first floor parlor doors and they all filed quickly in, circling around the sofa where Klaus now laid Caroline gently down.

"I—I should go back out there and tell everyone she's alright…Kol and Rebekah are still there—but—but—I should…" Klaus said breathlessly, his face pale and something in his eyes that Elijah couldn't read as he backed away from the sofa.

Something was wrong.

Misha ignored them as he moved to Bonnie's side to assess Caroline's condition and examine her face where the blood was trickling from her nose and mouth.

Elijah knew he was looking for signs of the same dark magic that had taken Elena.

"Niklaus…" Elijah whispered, stepping toward his brother, his dark eyes imploring over Klaus' features as he slowly backed away from the sofa, his eyes only on Caroline's lifeless form, "Please tell us what happened. Obviously, something happened that we know nothing about. I can see it on your face."

But, Klaus didn't answer as he tore his eyes reluctantly from the sofa, then turned and started toward the parlor doors.

He didn't make it but a foot before the parlor doors practically slammed closed in front of him of their own volition, preventing his exit.

"Klaus…" Bonnie said sternly, now rising to her feet, "Tell them."

Klaus visibly swallowed, knowing it was Bonnie who had blocked his passage, and turned to face her with realization spreading across his still pale face.

"You saw her, too?" Klaus asked

Bonnie nodded

"Then she isn't dead."

"Her? Her who—" Misha said, now rising to his feet next to Bonnie, interjecting with the words that Elijah himself was now thinking, "Who did you see?"

There was a long silence.

"Klaus," Misha continued in a measured tone, then glanced down toward Caroline, "She's cursed, just like Elena. She has a black spot as well…and it's spreading…If you know something about what we are fighting or who, I need to know now, boy."

Klaus closed his eyes and Elijah quickly moved to his brother's side, placing a reassuring hand on his Klaus' shoulder.

Misha's eyes lifted again then moved between Bonnie and Klaus, "These Jimmy Chus are comfy, but not so comfy I wanna die waiting for an answer. So? One of you…spill!"

When Klaus didn't speak, Bonnie did.

"We had a visitor tonight," Bonnie offered, "Just around the time that Caroline collapsed on the dance floor. She appeared out of nowhere. Klaus seemed to know her and seemed surprised as Hell to see her here. I'm pretty sure she's a witch, which does not surprise me since this family has practically made an enemy out of most of the witches in New Orleans. She saw me and I saw her. I don't know if the others saw her but—"

"It was Lilith," Klaus suddenly interjected, his voice shaking a little and his face turning a shade of green that made him look as though he might be sick as his eyes swept from Elijah, who immediately dropped his arm from his brother's shoulder in shock, and then to Misha, who let opened his mouth and whispered 'Shit' under his breath.

# # # # # # # #

"Lilith?" Bonnie asked, looking around the room to the three men

"An enemy witch from New Orleans," Misha responded bluntly over his shoulder to Bonnie

Bonnie rolled her eyes, then threw her hands up in the air dramatically and said, "Oh, of course!" as she plopped down on a nearby chair.

"That's a name I haven't heard in a very long time…" Elijah mused

Misha blinked, ignoring Bonnie's response and looking to Klaus, "I thought you had an accord with Vivienne and the New Orleans covens after what happened in 1802? Well—except for that witch doctor thing in the 1920s—" Misha added, then waved it off, "But, that's a separate incident not important right now—"

"That's true. Niklaus freed them after they staged a revolt here in New Orleans in which they kidnapped me in exchange for their freedom," Elijah looked to his brother, then to Misha, then gestured to his arm, "He complied and removed the—the bracelets that chained their souls to his in order to get me back. It took place right her in town at St. Louis Cemetery—"

"So the pact was made on hollowed ground?" Misha asked

Klaus nodded

"Was Lilith there?" Misha asked

"Yes," Klaus answered, "She wasn't exactly turning cartwheels about it—I do remember that—but she was there with Vivienne."

"Written or verbal pact?"

"Verbal," Klaus replied "It was with Vivienne but they all agreed no matter how reluctant. I remember that we exchanged some comments about not seeking retribution for past sins and then I spoke the spell that freed them from their hooky dook bracelets—"

"Wait, you said there were bracelets—how did that come about?" Misha asked, then suddenly closed his eyes and whispered, just loud enough for Klaus, Elijah and Bonnie to all hear, "Oh..."

There was a silence and then Misha shook his head and then turned to Klaus and Elijah

"It was Gloria, wasn't it? She imprisoned those witches for you—binding them to you with the bracelet?" Misha added, "She's the only one I could think of who would be old enough and strong enough to be deep enough in your thrall back then to turn against her own kind and do it."

"Wait—what does that mean, exactly?" Bonnie asked curiously narrowing her eyes

"Oh, it's old magic, baby," Misha replied with a sigh, "By which a bad guy—in this case, Nik—"

"Hey!" Klaus cried out, mildly offended, but Elijah again put a kind hand on his brother's shoulder

Misha smirked and continued, "Nik would bind his servants – in this case, the numerous witches and warlocks he brought under his 'protection'—to his person. This would ensure that the witches would not turn against him and do him harm, because if harm was done to him, they would all perish. Capish?"

"Wow...that's pretty barbaric...." Bonnie mused looking to Klaus

"Uh...Hello, I used to be evil!" Klaus shot back, "And in my defense, I didn't do that in the 20th Century. I had other ways of persuasion that worked just as well, Love. Actually...it probably worked even better."

He cocked a small smile and Bonnie folded her arms across her chest and said matter of factly, "Ew…"

"Who did Gloria use for the binding spell on the bracelets? She would have had to use the power of one of the witches from the coven to bind them together—which one?" Misha continued, ignoring their exchange

Klaus closed eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them and said, "Uh...Vivienne. It was Vivienne. She proved herself to be their leader from the very beginning."

Bonnie stood up and moved quickly to Misha's side, "So Vivienne was the anchor and Vivienne made the verbal pact with Klaus..."

Misha sighed and looked at Elijah with sorrowful eyes, "And Vivienne is dead."

"And that's not good," Bonnie added with wide eyes

Elijah straightened and exhaled, "So the pact with the New Orleans covens is no more?"

Misha nodded, "When Vivienne died, it seems a notice went out to all those whose revenge on Klaus wasn't just cold, but frozen solid."

Bonnie's mouth dropped open and then she blinked, "Well...what are we going to do? I'm guessing that being on the naughty list of every witch in New Orleans is not a good thing."

"The way I see it," Misha said, "We've got two problems—first, Lilith and what she wants with Elena and Caroline and how that fits with any kind of revenge she might be seeking on Klaus—second, the fact that there might be several covens of witches out for Mikaelson blood. So, here is what we are gonna do... " He took a deep breath and sighed, "We deal with our present problem first and get Elena and Caroline back. Then, after this is all over, Bonnie and I can stick around and do damage control with the witches as much as we can."

Klaus and Elijah nodded in agreement

"But, for now, we focus on Lilith and I'm guessing that if she also thought that Klaus might also have something to do with Vivienne's death, then we might be in deeper trouble than we thought—" Misha started, but Bonnie's voice interrupted him

"Uh….Misha?" she said from behind them and they all three turned to where she was kneeling next to where Caroline lay on the couch and examining where the black spot inside the palm of Caroline's upturned hand, now branched out and trickled down the underside of her arm to form a set of numbers – 465.

"What the sweet little 8 pound 7 ounc baby Jesus..." Misha whispered, clearly taken aback by the appearance of the number as Elijah immediately raced up stairs with vampire speed to Elena's bedside.

Within a few minutes, Misha, Bonnie and Klaus were not far behind.

Elijah kneeled on the edge of the bed, reached out and gently turned over Elena's forearm to see a set of numbers written in the black scrawl on her olive skin -466.

"What is this?" Elijah asked, looking up to Misha with a startled gaze

Misha shook his head then said, "I can't be sure. I've only seen this once, hundreds of years ago and I didn't think covens did it anymore, but New Orleans is an old city—"

"Do what?" Klaus demanded, impatiently

There was a long silence before a voice came from the doorway—it was Kol

"A lottery…" he mused with wide open eyes, "And it seems Caroline and Elena are scratch off tickets."

# # # # # # # # #

"What are you doing up here?" Klaus asked, agitated, "Our wedding guests—"

"Suspect nothing," Kol responded, "After the bride took a nose dive, we decided the party was over. Jeremy is helping Rebekah make the rounds and compel the guests that it's time to head home. I also made sure Damon and Stefan made it off safely to the airport with the old broad who officiated the wedding, but didn't really officiate the weeding, so I'd say my work here is done for now."

"Kol…" Elijah started, but Kol raised a hand to stop him then waved him off, "No worries, Elijah. Nothing damaging with the compelling of the guests, it's all 'my girlfriend has to get up early tomorrow' and 'I have get home to let the babysitter go'…human stuff like that."

Elijah sighed in visible relief and Misha smirked in amusement, then the smile left his face as he locked eyes with Kol while gently lifting Elena's arm.

"Kol, you've run with the witches of New Orleans—" he said

"Ran with, slept with, drank from—" Kol interjected, shrugging

Klaus rolled his eyes and Elijah crossed his arms over his chest as Misha continued, "Yes. Spare us the sorted details. Be serious for a moment, Kol, your work may not be done yet. Caroline and Elena have been cursed by an old friend of ours, a witch. They may not have a lot of time. Please. What do you know about lotteries?"

Kol straightened and his face turned solemn instantly, "It's a way for witches to channel power from other supernatural beings to power some of their bigger spells. It's never done by a single witch or warlock—he or she would need the cooperation and link of an entire coven to do it."

# # # # # # # # # #

Elena furrowed her brows as she walked through the French doors from the main courtyard of the Mikaelson Mansion and into the back parlor that attached to the dining room and then to the breakfast room.

She turned, looking around in awe of the completely empty house.

It was so quiet. She had never seen it this way before and decided she didn't want to see it like this ever again.

After a few moments, Elena rounded the long mahogany dining room table and walked through the threshold into the breakfast nook, peeking through the windows of the reinforced French doors that led out onto a small brick-walled patio that allowed those sitting on its comfortable, but expensive, wooden outdoor furniture to watch the activity on Dauphine Street in the busy New Orleans French Quarter.

Elena smiled broadly, then opened the door and walked through it…

Suddenly, there was a flash of light and she suddenly found herself, not on the brick patio in New Orleans, but in a forest clearing somewhere.....

Elena sucked in a breath when she saw the ruins of an old church in the distance and, crowded around what remained of the front of the church and altar, were a large group of people illuminated only by tiki torches placed in a large circle around the perimeter of the churchyard.

Elena looked around and suddenly realized she wasn't alone.

Men and women of all ages, races and creeds now slowly descended from the edges of the forest, as bewildered and surprised by their surroundings as Elena, as they made their way toward the lights and figures standing in the crumbling church like a magnetic pull was bringing them forward against their will.

Before Elena could approach any of them, there was a flash of light to her left and seemingly out a portal that materialized in mid-air, Caroline stepped out tentatively, the white high heel on her right foot hitting the grass softly.

Like Elena, she still wore her wedding attire.

"Caroline!" Elena called in relief and closed the distance between them with vampire speed, wrapping her arms tightly around her friend.

"Oh…" Caroline gasped, "Elena…You're alright..."

"What happened?" Elena asked hurriedly, pulling back, "How did you get here? Well—" she continued looking around them, "Wherever here is, exactly?"

"I'm guessing I got here however you got here," Caroline replied, looking around too

"Is it just us?" Elena asked still looking around for any other portals, "Is everyone else alright? I don't remember much…all I remember is the wedding and then I woke up in here—again, wherever here is. First I was in the mansion...it was abandoned...and then I walked out the door into the middle of nowhere."

"Well, back in the real world, you collapsed and we weren't sure how or why exactly—" Caroline started

Suddenly, there was a shadow behind them and Elena and Caroline turned to see a tall woman with dark red hair, looking them up and down with piercing grey eyes, and a wicked smile as she said, "I do, Darling."

"You…" Caroline whispered, "I remember you at the reception…Klaus—"

"Took my heart," Lilith interjected, her eyes hard and cold and distant and locked on Caroline, "And now, I will take his."

Elena's nostrils flared at the witch's threat and she moved forward in a move to protect Caroline from Lilith, the veins under her eyes revealing her vampire nature, but Lilith waved her hand and Elena fell lifeless onto the grass.

Caroline immediately moved forward with vampire speed, but stopped suddenly, groaning in agony and falling to her knees as Lilith threw out her hands and unleashed a powerful mind control spell over her.

# # # # # # # # # # # #

"So," Misha said, thinking out loud, "Lilith waits over two hundred years until Vivienne's death gives her the opening she's been waiting for…She hitches a ride to New Orleans—"

"Or she could have just lived here since that night in the cemetery…" Kol interjected then looked up to see Elijah, Misha, and Bonnie looking at him incredulously

"Oh…uh…sorry," Kol admonished, then waved at Misha, "Continue."

"Well, whether she was here all this time or not," Misha continued, "It seems obvious that she's been walking around in the skin of that poor lady from Texas for the last decade at least, probably since she heard Klaus was back in corporeal form."

"You mean the first time he came back in Mystic Falls?" Bonnie asked and Misha nodded

"She was probably disguising her self in case he came back to New Orleans right away. Didn't want to give herself away too quickly."

"Lilith was always quite powerful, but that kind of possession magic over a long period of time means that she's still packing some serious mojo," Kol added under his breath, "We need to be careful."

"So that was her way in…" Elijah whispered to himself, then said louder, "Niklaus inquired in the French Quarter about a witch or spiritualist who could perform a traditional binding ceremony..."

"And if he happened to approach any coven witches there, they would know to point Nik in Lilith's direction and if she found out he had his family with him...well, the more the better," Kol explained, "Supernatural creatures are hard to find in the city proper anymore—the closest beings are the werewolves out in the bayou. Perhaps you come across a vampire now and then, but the Mikaelson groupies would have left town long ago. Witches would never siphon other witches, not unless they were utterly desperate, so that means that Lilith must have ensured their cooperation with the promise of a lottery. Like I said, lotteries are rare. The power of the witches of New Orleans is derived from ancestral magic, from their forebears buried in the soil beneath their feet. The only time they would perform a lottery is when they are trying to perform the kind of magic they can't channel through their ancestors…"

"Or are too ashamed, to…" Misha shrugged, adding, "Been there."

"Wow…you are a morbid little queen aren't you?" Kol smirked, raising an eyebrow and Misha just puckered his lips in a kiss toward him

"So, taking Elena and Caroline for this lottery is revenge on Niklaus for the years she spent in bondage to our family?" Elijah asked, confused, "That seems a bit weak doesn't it, after over a century of planning? Why not just kill Niklaus? She had to know the second she met him at the wedding rehearsal that he was human now."

"Come on, Elijah...you know better than that! She wants him to suffer," Kol said, then sniffed, "If it were me, I'd want him to suffer."

"Thanks," Klaus scoffed, but Kol ignored him as he continued,

"Taking Caroline makes sense if Lilith wants Nik to suffer, but Elena? That's a head scratcher."

"Kol is right. Klaus was who she was technically bound to," Elijah said, "He would have been the one who harnessed her power all those years. I had very little to do with her or any of the witches for that matter. I only really knew Vivienne in the years Klaus freed her. She must have taken Elena for another reason other than to enact some revenge on me as well."

"Elena is a doppelganger and possesses her own special brand of magic," Misha suggested, "If Lilith is as powerful as Kol says, she would have sensed it right away, practically the moment she met Elena."

"The nature of this whole thing seems personal," Bonnie interjected, "I think we should also try and find the underlying reason Lilith is doing all of this. Remember that she is trying to power a big spell. I for one am worried about what that could be."

"I agree with Bonnie," Misha added

Suddenly, Misha turned to Klaus, "You were her Lord and Master for half a century, Nik, what do you remember about Lilith's time with your family? What about her past before she became bound to you? Anything you can give us might help figure out what kind of spell she's trying to power."

"I don't think—" Klaus started, then was interrupted as Elena started speaking, taking everyone in the room by surprise.

"It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea," she said soflty, her eyes still closed and her body still and lifeless on the bed,"That a maiden there lived whom you may know, by the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea, but we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— with a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven coveted her and me…"

"What the—" Misha started, then Elijah held up his hand

"Shhhh…" the older original said, cocking his head and listening with his vampire hearing, then his eyes met Klaus' "Caroline's talking too."

# # # # # # # #

"And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea," Caroline recited with her eyes closed and her face solemn as the group entered the downstairs parlor and beheld her still lying on the couch, "A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came and bore her away from me, to shut her up in a sepulcher in this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea, that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. "

"It sounds like a poem…" Bonnie mused, then looked as shocked as everyone else, when Klaus spoke the next verse.

"But our love it was stronger by far than the love, of those who were older than we—" he said, "of many far wiser than we— and neither the angels in Heaven above nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee."

"For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee;" Caroline continued without missing a beat, "And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride in her sepulchre there by the sea. In her tomb by the sounding sea."

For a few moments the room fell quiet and Caroline went still once more.

"Well…so far so creepy," Kol mused, breaking the silence as he looked from Klaus to Caroline, then to Misha

"This isn't them, Kol…" Misha replied, "It's Lilith. She is speaking through them...something she wants to say to us."

"Yeah…" Kol interjected again, "Something creepy."

"It's an Edgar Allen Poe poem, you uncultured swine," Klaus said, eyeing Kol, then turning to his own thoughts, "I had always wondered if it was about her…" he whispered thoughtfully, then looked to Elijah and said in a louder voice, "Annabel. She is what this is about…"

"Annabel? Annabel LeFavierre, you mean?" Elijah asked, surprised, "Lilith knew Annabel? How?"

"Who is Annabel?" Misha asked, concerned

"The only Annabel I knew of was a werewolf," Elijah replied absentmindedly as he eyed his brother, "She was from one of the oldest werewolf clans in France, a princess technically, though her brother was acting alpha after he killed his grandfather and took over the pack. Niklaus tried to treat with him in the late 1700s when we lived outside of Paris, but they turned on us— ambushed us and tried to kill us—"

"Tried and failed," Klaus added, his eyes solemn, but deep as if hiding a painful memory that he wished to forget as he looked down, "Though Elijah was gravely injured. It was avenged, however."

"Niklaus…" Elijah suddenly was in front of his brother, he could tell Klaus was hiding something about the rest of the story, "Look at me."

Klaus turned his head over his shoulder and did not meet his brother's gaze, "Elijah, you almost died because of a situation I got you into…Vivienne had to intervene to save your life…I was distraught thinking I would lose you—and –"

"And what? Niklaus…" Elijah interjected, his eyes widening, "Why is this about Annabel? Why is Lilith here? What did you do?"

Kol opened his mouth and stepped forward, but Misha grabbed his arm and shook his head as he said under his breath, "Stay out of it, Baby."

Klaus turned and faced his brother slowly, his eyes showing the cold hybrid he once was when he said, "Something that pained me at the time, but that I do not regret."

Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart….

Elijah sucked in a breath then flared his nostrils and shook his head in disbelief

After a long pause, he said angrily, "And when Caroline and Elena are dead, will you regret it then?"

I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start….

Klaus closed his eyes in pain as Elijah stalked past Misha, Kol and Bonnie and left the room

"Elijah!" Misha, shocked by his words, called after the oldest original

They tell me I'm too young to understand,
They say I'm caught up in a dream…

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And that life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes,
Well that's fine by me….

Misha followed Elijah up the stairs minutes later, only to peek in through the bedroom door and see Elijah inhale a thoughtful breath as he looked down at Elena on the bed in front of him, before he slowly kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his suit jacket, folding it and tossing it on a nearby chair.

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older….

He then slowly lay down on his back next to her, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand and smiling softly before taking her left hand in his and holding it over his heart as he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow.

All this time I was finding myself,
And I didn't know I was lost…

Misha smirked sadly and slowly pulled the door closed.

# # # # # # #

In the cellar of the Mikaelson Mansion, Kol handed a box of the magical ingredients Misha had wanted off to Bonnie as she tucked it under her chin, turned and started carrying it up the stairs.

Kol then turned back and handed the next box to Jeremy.

I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands….

Wiping the dust covering his hands off on the leg of his dress pants, Kol turned around and came to Rebekah's side as they stood and surveyed the room filled with furniture, clothing, paintings and other Mikaelson family heirlooms from the previous centuries.

I hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don't have any plans…

Then Rebekah smiled softly at her brother and turned, holding up the hem of her dress as she walked back toward the cellar stairs and started climbing.

I wish that I could stay forever this young,
Not afraid to close my eyes…

Suddenly, something caught Kol's eye on the tall bookcases across the room. With vampire speed, he immediately found himself standing in front of it and plucking three large volumes from one of the lower shelves and opening them, flipping through the pages.

Life's a game made for everyone,
And love is the prize….

When he got to the middle volume and made it several pages in, his face softened as his eyes ran over the page.

# # # # # #

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older….

Klaus blinked slowly, sitting with his legs crossed and his hands folded in a steeple under his chin as he watched Caroline's peacefully sleeping form lying on the sofa in front him.

All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost….

Suddenly a hand touched Klaus' shoulder from behind and he turned his head to see Kol standing next to him.

Giving him a sad smile, he handed Klaus a large leather bound book with vellum pages, opened to a specific page. Klaus immediately recognized one of his sketchbooks from centuries past—he had saved every single one.

So wake me up when it's all over….

As Klaus took the book tentatively into his hands, Kol whispered, "You should have told Elijah that you loved her...you and Lilith...I remember now...you both loved her."

When I'm wiser and I'm older….

Klaus opened his mouth to speak, but Kol gave a small sympathetic smile as he turned and walked out of the room.

All this time I was finding myself…

Klaus turned his eyes back to the sketchbook in front of him, where a faded charcoal drawing of a woman with dark curling hair that fell loosely to her shoulders and piercing eyes, posed on a baroque period chair, a soft smile crossing her lips.

And I didn't know I was lost….

When his eyes fell to the signature in the bottom right corner and the words –Annabel 1797.

I didn't know I was lost…

Suddenly overcome with a large wave of memories and emotion, he closed his eyes and the sketchbook on his lap simultaneously, a tear streaming down his right cheek.

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After Jacob and Deacon, two of the warlocks from the French Quarter coven, carried Caroline and Elena to the church and the waiting group there, Lilith set off on her next task.

It was a task she wasn't looking forward to.

As she weaved her way through the St. Louis Cemetery, carefully stepping along the correct stone path among the maze of different ones that the ancestor witches of New Orleans had placed in the cemetery to keep those souls who still wandered after death from being able to find their way and enter the world of the living.

When Lilith reached the old mausoleum on the northeast corner, near the two hundred year old iron fence on a stone wall, she had to pull with some effort to get the door to open, but it did with a loud groan.

Wake me up when it's all over,

When I'm wiser, when I'm older…..

Holding up the flashlight on her phone in one hand, Lilith walked down the short row of loved ones whose crypts resided in the dark mausoleum.

When she reached the one on the far end, she straightened before stepping forward slowly, almost absent-mindedly, and reached out, gently running the fingers of her left hand over the words carved into the white granite stone face of the crypt.

All this time I was finding myself….

Annabel LeFavierre

1776-1799

Above the words were the symbol of a crescent moon rising over a French Fleur-De-Lis.

And I didn't know I was lost….

After a long moment, Lilith pulled back and, holding the flashlight in her left hand and reaching out with her right, snarled, "Ne Faba Wescerentur!" and instantly the stone face crumbled away to reveal the sarcophagus inside.