Previously on LLS:
"If you have a problem take it out with me, not them." A laugh echoed then dripped with venom. I sudden found her hand on my head. "Oh I will, but soon enough." And with that my head snapped and I found myself in darkness, but not before hearing a scream from Klaus rip though my ears….
Chapter 7
Isa's POV
I awoke to the sound of Klaus shouting. That wasn't a long nap at all, but I was hungry so I decided to go get some food not putting together that Klaus and Elijah were down stairs. I was half asleep so I wasn't thinking until I got down stairs. I heard Klaus talking to a sobbing Rebekah.
"That's it! She may be my sister, but you should not treat family this way!" I heard him shout. Now my rage was back. This statement caused me to laugh.
"Oh really?" I asked when I walked into the kitchen. All three of them stopped moving. Klaus looked as if he was face to face with satin. "Cause, as I remember it you treat your family like shit." It was after this that Elijah turned to look at me. He looked as if he had aged over the years. Pain was written all over his face, and at this I smiled at him. He deserved everything that was thrown at him.
"Oh come on Klaus, no smart ass remark." I said while walking up towards him. I wanted to rip his head off like he did Jack's, but Elijah got in my way.
"If you have a problem take it out with me, not them." This made me laugh with pure rage. I quickly grabbed onto the sides of his head. "Oh I will…. soon enough." Then I snapped his neck and dropped the body.
Klaus tried to run, but that wouldn't be fun. I stopped him by grabbing onto his hair and yanking. He screamed at the pain. "Not so fast wolfy…" I seethed. I was about to ripped his head off when a sudden a hand gripped my arm stalling my movement. I looked to see my mother.
"Mother?"
"Hello Isabel." I dropped him and wrapped my arms around my mother. I remembered the last time I had hugged her; it was warm and full of love. This was no longer the warmness that only a mother had. This was filled with rage and anger towards us. I released her and jumped backwards.
"What's wrong?" mother asked. It was then that she realized why I had jumped backwards. Ever since I was little I had the talent of reading people well. Only she and father knew about it. The look on her face answered every question.
"Isa…" Before she could finish I ran out of the mansion. I knew what she was planning and I wanted nothing to do with it. She didn't return to help us, but to try and end us. I wouldn't let that happen. Those whom I hate would die by my hand not hers.
I didn't know where I was running to but I refused to stop. It wasn't until I caught the smell of one of my brothers that had followed me. I knew who it was and I debated stopping or not.
"Isa!" Elijah shouted. I stopped and glared at him. "I know your upset…and I know why you ran." I was defiantly confused and it out weigh my anger.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…I know that mother hates us and is planning something." This caught my attention.
"How?"
"It doesn't take a genius to realize that something is off about her." He said coming to a stop far enough away that he could run away from me if needed. I remained silent as I thought of different way to kill him. I knew that I had other priorities but it was a hobby.
"Will you help us Isa? Please?" He begged….he never begs. Even after millenniums I had never heard Elijah beg for anything. "Why should I help her when she and I have a common goal?"
"Because it wouldn't be just Klaus, Rebekah and I; it would be all of us including you, Kol, and Finn. We would all die."
"Maybe we deserve to die. Will everything that we have done. All the lives that we have lost due to this curse, all the pain and the suffering. And you want me to stop her." The look on his face was one of understanding. "Isa…" I was so tired….always tried. I decided to get away from everything….possibly going to the one place nobody would look for me.
After a couple of minutes I found the house I was looking for. I opened the door and found myself face to face with three of the people that I have come to dislike.
"Who the hell are you!"
Sorry that it was short, but I have something up my sleeve. Please R&R.
