Isabella watched from above. Her face was smooth, void of emotion. She had waited on this day for centuries. She was driven by it. It is what stopped her from muttering the incantation that sent herself up in flames when she lost hope. This day. Today. Right now.
Judgement day.
But it's not for all. No, only two. One Damon Salvatore who, until she'd found out about Enzo, she couldn't care less about. And the one who she had her eye on all along.
Klaus Mikealson.
The name sent a burning hatred through her body, and she clenched her fists to stop the fire springing up and destroying the tree currently used as her refuge. Everything about him sent her into an almost bloodthirsty frenzy. Her thoughts clouded. Her mouth dried up. Her heart pounded.
But all the while, she had to maintain calm. She had to be in control.
Below, Enzo had finished telling his tale. It was soon her entrance. She tapped a finger on her lip. To do so, or not, was the question. A smile broke out on her face, eyes flashing blue as thoughts and images of revenge making her delirious.
"…that's when I met my friend. My lover. My Bella."
She whizzed through the trees, moving silently. The silence that engulfed the clearing was deafening. She could hear the hearts pounding in their chests. She could smell their sweat and could practically taste their nerves in the air. Stealthily, she dropped down behind the third chair. A soft smile caressed her face as she her eyes connected with Lorenzo's.
"Hello, Niklaus." The vampire tore out of his restraints. Spinning, he grabbed at her throat but ended up with only a fistful of air. A tinkering laugh echoed behind him. "Well, that's no way to treat an old guest, is it?" She tsked. Spinning again, he stood with his shoulders squared. His eyes combed the dark but could detect nothing.
In their chairs, Damon and Stefan watched helplessly. The thorns on the restraints pricked their skin, injecting just enough vervain to subdue. Klaus spun, looking for anything. Any rustling of the leaves, any snapping of the twigs.
A gust of wind to his left had him spinning, only to pivot again a second later when he could've sworn someone had touched his hair. He growled. "Show yourself, wench!" he shouted into the air. His only response was silence.
A presence behind him had him stiffening, before slowly turning. He frowned. She was beautiful. Her long mahogany hair curled around her and danced wildly. Wild flowers were weaved between the dark strands, chestnut highlights bright under the moonlight. She was petite, with a perfectly proportionate body and face. She wore a flowing dress of flowers and her eyes shone, churning from brown to a deep blue and lightening to a green. Her skin glowed under the moon, and she seemed to levitate, her glass slippers not seeming to touch the forest floor. The ground immediately around her seemed to lighten, flowers growing and blooming right before his eyes.
Klaus's eyes met Bella's, and he knew. He knew exactly why she was here, exactly who he was dealing with. And it pissed him off.
Klaus laughed, the sound piercing the silence that had settle in the clearing. "You," he laughed, pointing to Bella. She smiled softly. It made her look angelic and he could only laugh harder. "You think that you can defeat me?" his blue eyes were wide. Bella's tinkering laugh joined him, sounding thousands of times creepier, more chilling than his. It overpowered his and seized it, twisting it into a scream, a cry. Klaus' eyes widened as he dropped to his knees, clutching his throat.
Enzo watched from inside the dome, eyes wide. He'd known that Isabella was powerful, but he'd never really seen the full extent to her powers. She just brought a millennia old vampire- original vampire- to his knees with nothing but a laugh. Damon shot a frantic look to his old friend before glancing at the otherworldly girl. Klaus choked, eyes burning with hatred.
Isabella's laugh trailed off, before ending. Klaus coughed and spluttered, gasping in lungful's of breath.
"Now, Niklaus, listen and listen carefully. Because I will not repeat myself." She crouched down to him, lightening hazel eyes boring into his blue ones. "Do you know who I am?" He glared at her for a while, brows drawing together.
"Yes," he growled. She shook her head.
"No. Say my name, Niklaus. Who am I?" her voice boomed out, lashing out at everyone. Her eyes blazed as fury raced through her veins. "Who am I?" she repeated.
"Isabella. Isabella Pruzhina Swan."
