"Maybe we should go get him. She seems to really love him" I said in hopes that he would listen. But, of course, he completely ignores me. I could give him an aneurysm but that would not go over well with him and I would have to pay for it sooner or later. That was how my brother worked and oddly enough he was my favorite brother.
"C'mon Bekah, you have to choose. He will find us soon" Nik said impatiently. Bekah stayed quiet and Nik made to go in our car with a simple, "That's what I thought".
"Goodbye, Nik" Bekah spoke up and I gaped at her. I soon recovered and turned to my older brother.
"If she's staying then so am I" Nik looked taken aback then recovered. He walked up to us and my breathing got shallow. I know Nik would never hurt any of us for real and he loved us but he scared me. A lot. Nik walked closer to Bekah, and I guess I should have seen it coming, and daggered her. I stood gaping at my sister's temporarily dead body. Nik has done this many times by now but I was always shocked. He turned to me and I widened my eyes backing up a bit.
"Nik please" I pleaded with him, tears in my eyes. I hated being daggered. Absolutely hated it. Nik walked closer to me and leaned close to my ear. I was holding my breath waiting for the familiar feeling of the dagger in my heart, desperately hoping it wouldn't come.
"I'm sorry but you know I love you girls and I can't have anything happening to you or Father finding any of us. I can't leave family behind" and just like that he slowly punctures my heart with the dagger, whispering "I'm sorry" while looking regretful and triumphant at the same time.
Now here I am. Daggered. In my own personal coffin. Such was the life of an Original but I am the Original almost no one knows about. My name is Erikah and I'm the Youngest Mikaelson.