Mikaela grabbed the phone from Matt and crushed it between her fingers. Matt looked on as the broken pieces fell to the ground. He instinctively propped himself up against the foot of the bed. He couldn't bring himself to run.
"Get up," Mikaela said as she inched toward his feet.
Matt did as he was told. He stared into her cold, hard eyes looking for some sign of the Mikaela he knew, but was unsuccessful in his venture. She was gone. The person in front of him was a dangerous stranger. A monster.
His heart beat faster as he thought of every possible deed she was capable of at that very moment. She smirked at him, noticing the change in his heart's tempo.
"Fear is only as deep as the mind allows." She said and before Matt realised what was going on, he was compelled into a dream.
Loud bursts of thunder roared through the midnight sky whilst white flashes of lightning lit up the cold dark basement. Matt noticed the rain flooding through the basement window and made a mental note to remember it as a potential escape route for later, if there would be a later.
He was chained to a hospital bed in the centre of the room; the operating lamp above him provided him with partial light, but not enough to do much justice. He called out to Mikaela. An eerie silence followed. He wriggled his arms, trying to break free from his bounds. Sadly, they were too tough and he was too weak.
The basement door creaked open and Mikaela swooped down beside him. Her eyes were black as the night and she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. He could barely make out her apology. She pulled out a silver dagger from behind her back and examined it carefully. Matt's heart raced even faster at the sight of the full moon glistening on the shiny blade. He pleaded for Mikaela to untie him, but she did not answer. Matt was frozen with fear. This is it, he thought as Mikaela pressed the cold knife to his chest. There she carved an identical mark to the one on her palm; the symbol of infinity. He wanted to scream out in agony, but no noise came from his mouth.
Mikaela placed a finger on his cracked lips. She lifted his head and leaned in to kiss them, running a hand through his soft blonde hair as she did. When she lifted her gaze, Matt's eyes begged for her to stop, but she didn't. She couldn't. She traced the tip of the razor-sharp dagger up to his throat and cut a thin, deep line through the vein. A twisted grin crossed her face as his blood gushed from the wound. Matt noted the veins around her eyes feverishly rising to the surface of her face. Mikaela licked her lips in anticipation of the sweet, warm liquid dripping from Matt's wound. Her soft kisses around the incision quickly turned to a bite and Matt felt lightheaded as the scarlet essence in his veins was drained from him. He motivated himself to stay awake.
A sated Mikaela cut her wrist and allowed her blood to fall into his wound. She watched on as both their wounds began to heal. She reopened her wound and allowed Matt to drink from it. He permitted the metallic taste to taint his taste buds. He begged a final time for her to let him go and yet again she did not answer. Slightly groggy, Matt was not prepared for what would happen next. Mikaela took the silver dagger and pierced his heart. This time his cry of pain echoed through the room. He sensed his life slipping away. Slowly, his mind filled with memories from the past, thoughts of Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Tyler and Vickie. And when his sister appeared in front of him, he knew it was the end. He let go of his fear and then, he was surrounded by the light.
Mikaela stood watching over Matt as he awoke with a jolt. The malevolent grimace on her face told him that he was in more trouble than he signed up for. Suddenly staying behind in Mystic Falls seemed like the better idea.
He noticed the blood-stained dagger from his dream lying on the nightstand beside him and checked underneath his white shirt to see the outline of the symbol carved on his chest. Comprehension crossed his face and he instinctively asked Mikaela if he was dead.
She wiped the bloodstain that tainted her lips. "No, but you could've been," she replied.
Matt tried not to flinch as she took a seat beside him.
"I need you to leave Matt," she said, turning her gaze away from him.
Matt gulped. "Are you okay," he asked.
"I've arranged for a driver to take you to the airport and my jet will take you to back to Roanoke. I'll let my butler know to collect you from there and take you back to Mystic Falls." She replied.
"You didn't answer my question." Matt frowned.
A knock beckoned them from the front door of the suite.
"That's the porter; you'll find your backpack at the door." Mikaela said, still ignoring Matt's concern.
Matt stood up from the bed and made his way to the entrance.
"You know where to find me if you need me." He sighed, slamming the door behind him.
"I'm not okay," Mikaela whispered to herself.
She stepped into the bathroom and removed the jacket she used to cover her blood-stained back. She turned on the showerhead and removed the rest of her tainted clothing. A set of large black wings emerged through the fresh cut that ran down her spine.
She looked up at the mirror to inspect the crimson soaked feathers as she stretched them out over her head. A distorted image stared back at her. She was not looking at herself, but something that she'd kept hidden inside her for the past two centuries. All the hurt, fear, hatred and disgust that had been concealed all these years bundled up into this being. A second self, an evil-twin; hidden right there, beneath the surface.
"I've kept my word," the blurry vision said, "I did this to protect you, you know?"
"Protect me from what?" Mikaela spat back.
"Matt... Damon... Klaus… They're all nothing but trouble."
Mikaela snarled back at the figure, "Don't you think at my age I'd know what's best for me?"
"If that were true, I wouldn't have to be here." The voice calmly responded. "Nonetheless, I spared your human's life and now it's your turn to do something for me."
"And what is it you'd have me do?" Mikaela shot back at the mirror.
"You need to kill the source of our problem. I've had enough of these silly little wolves, haven't you?" It replied.
Mikaela's mind wandered to the hybrids back in Mystic Falls.
"Always so compassionate," the voice said, "It will only hurt them a little."
"A little," Mikaela responded sarcastically. "You want me to erase a piece of what they are. They could die."
The disgusting being smirked at Mikaela, it was starting to look more human now.
"I could always settle for the humans." It answered.
Mikaela comprehended the consequences of her noncompliance. She stepped into the shower and started to rinse the bloody mess from her body.
"What am I supposed to do with these," she asked.
The figure in the mirror waved its hand and Mikaela noticed the wings starting to retract themselves.
"Don't be so ungrateful," the female voice said, "They'll return to you when I deem them necessary."
There was something familiar about the voice this time, but Mikaela brushed it off.
"I wish you'd get out of my head," she shouted towards the mirror, "I can't think with your constant criticism."
"Reminds you of your father, doesn't it," The voice taunted, "Well done with that by the way. I didn't think you had it in you."
This fuelled Mikaela's anger even more. "You leave him out of this," She yelled.
"He loved you, you know, both of you. I don't think he knew how to show it though." The voice continued.
Mikaela went silent as she turned off the running water. The outline of the woman was clearly visible through the steamy glass door. Mikaela waited for the last of the blood to circle down the drain and wrapped the white bath towel around herself. She stepped out of the shower and was greeted by a familiar face staring back at her.
She shook her head in disbelief, "This isn't real. You're… You can't be."
"Don't be afraid my darling, you and I are going to rule the world."
The hair on Mikaela's arms stood on end. For a moment she wanted to believe what she was seeing, she wanted to believe it was true. She widened her realm of possibility as she kept her eyes fixated on the woman standing in front of her. She'd been longing to see and touch her for the past two millennia and there she stood with open arms. Mikaela stepped forward and threw her arms around the woman; around her mother, Lilith.