A/N: Happy new year everyone! How's 2017 going for you so far? I hope this chap makes your beggining of the year a little bit better! And if you wish to make my new year a little bit better, comment, that would be the best after-christmas gift ever hahahhaa. If any of you guys watch Once Upon A Time, you may find some lines shamlessly identical to our favorite ABC show. Also, if any of you watch Once Upon A Time, tell me how would you feel about a fanfic (it would be mostly cannon, but with some OC's that would blow your mind)? And, if you don't watch Once Upon A Time, WATCH IT (you won't regret)!
All that I'm living for
All that I'm dying for
All that I can't ignore alone at night
All that I'm wanted for
Although I wanted more
Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me
She was finally ready. Not just physically, but mentally too. She was still a little bit anxious, she waited a thousand years for this night after all, this was basically all she's been living for, but the more she heard the tick tock of the clock, the less anxious she became. A feeling of acceptance overcoming her. Acceptance that tonight was the night.
Tonight Mikael was going to die.
There was no other option.
She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, she wore a delicate black and grey dress, a beautiful piece that hugged her waist, making her breasts look a little bigger, the sleeves were connected to the rest of the dress by thin material near her torso since there was no fabric covering her shoulders, the skirt was loose and had lots of layers alternating on shade of color and type of fabric.
It was perfect. It was beautiful, yet comfortable enough for her to fight in it. Rebekah did a great job choosing it for her.
Melissa looked downstairs, to the basement, pretending not to be feeling a little guilty about their argument. Rebekah was devastated. After their argument when Melissa told her not to go, the brunette went up stairs to get ready, it didn't take long for Rebekah to invade the room she was changing in, yelling insults. The original Barbie had said she was a monster, which she knew she was, she had yelled that she was heartless, selfish, and, the one that actually made Melissa angry, that she was exactly like Mikael.
Melissa appeared in vamp speed in front o Rebekah, taking the collar of her shirt firmly in her small hand and bringing her face closer.
"You think I'm just like him? Then I'll show you how much like him I can be." She said in a low tone, proud of the terrified look plastered on Rebekah's face, but before she could do anything she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked back and saw Anthony looking at her with a mix of fear and defiance.
"Don't you think you should save your strength for the party?" he said, and inspite of his almost trembling voice, his green eyes were shining with determination.
Melissa furrowed her brows, but distanced herself from Rebekah anyway. She wanted to fight him and show Rebekah her place, but she did have a bigger fish to catch.
"Maybe you're right." She said and turned to leave without even giving her sister another glance. She still could hear them as she exited the room, Anthony was telling Rebekah that they didn't blame her for Melissa coming, they knew she was unpredictable, he also said that no matter if the others still couldn't quite trust her, he knew he made the right decision when he let her become part of the whole ordeal to destroy Klaus.
Before she walked downstairs Melissa stopped, looking back at the room Rebekah was in with Anthony. She had an idea that she hoped could made the air feel a little less heavy.
"Conyngham!" she called.
"You know" he said as he appeared in front of her in vamp speed, his arms crossed over his chest "what you did was pretty mean."
Melissa fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead she looked at Anthony with the sweetest look she could muster.
"I know, and I'm sorry." She wasn't, not really, but she still didn't want to deal with an angry Rebekah when she got back to tell her the news that Mikael (and maybe Niklaus too) was dead. At each tick tock of the clock she started to feel more and more happy and she wanted nothing to disturb that. She knew the blond wouldn't come talk to her now, but she was still in a small distance and was probably able to hear what Melissa was saying. "I really am, but I can't risk Mikael targeting her. And I don't mean he might hurt her, he will kill her given the chance, even more so if he knows I want her to be safe. I am not loosing yet another sister"
Anthony's face softened and he smiled sadly at her, surprising her by pulling her arm and enveloping her in a hug. Melissa just stood there awkwardly not hugging him back, but he didn't seem to notice or care, for when he let go of her he smiled brightly.
"You care for her" he said in fake accusation.
"Oh, shut up" she muttered, fighting a smile of her own, one that was strangely not forced.
"I'll stay. In the boardinghouse, I mean. Rebekah should have someone here with her, not just to make sure she actually stays, but just to be by her side." His eyes were soft now, green like the greenest grasses during spring.
"You've gone soft, Conyngham" they heard, it was Damon's voice, coming from downstairs, clearly irritated with the turn of events. "You can't stay, we need you"
"You don't need me" Anthony said as if Damon was by his side instead of one floor beneath them. "You'll have the most" he took her hand "stunning" he placed her hand on the crook of his arm "strong" he started walking downstairs with her "and lovely lady this world have ever seen as a partner."
They were walking downstairs slowly, Tony made sure of it, but what did make it seem in slow motion was the girl beside him. Woman, Damon thought, definitely a woman.
He didn't knew if he should curse Stefan or thank him, after all he just stayed behind because dearest little brother insisted that he could handle Katherine better than Damon, so the older Salvatore should drive their friend. Now he would take the original bitch to the party, and what angered him the most was that he found he didn't mind one bit, because really, she looked… Wow.
He hated her, she hated him, they never denied it, but he was still a man and he still had eyes, he would be lying shamelessly if he said she wasn't looking perfect, and he hated her more for it. He always knew she was extremely beautiful, but today those words seemed like an insult. Melissa Mikaelson was the most stunning creature of the night, she beat Katherine to it, and to beat Katherine to it meant to beat Elena to it and that left Damon at loss of words.
But then she opened her mouth and the spell was broken.
"Do I have to go with him?" she asked, looking at Tony with furrowed brows, the ghost of a smile gracing her features.
"It's for the best" Tony said, bringing her closer to Damon. "This is a small town, Melissa, people already know your car and the one you drove today is not exactly subtle."
"I can steal another"
"Better not to draw attention to yourself while Mikael doesn't know you're here."
She just rolled her eyes and nodded, untangling herself from Tony, looking then at Damon and telling him to lead the way. He was still at loss of words, so he did just that, leading them to where his car was parked. When he opened the door for her he surprised both of them. Melissa was ready to enter the car when his voice filled the awkward silence that had settled between them.
"You look stunning"
She stopped, as if no sure she had heard him right, but when she looked at him he was already going to the driver's side, avoiding her eyes. She entered the car then and waited for him to get settled. Once he was ready to go she looked at him, sending him a killer smile he was sure could melt the whole Alaska. Stupid, infuriating, beautiful woman.
"Wow, I just got complimented by Damon Salvatore. Where are the fireworks? I need to celebrate this moment." Her voice was light, yet he wasn't sure if she was teasing him or mocking him. He just knew she never spoke in such careless tone to him, she was always so guarded. He furrowed his brows and looked ahead, starting the engine, wondering what was up with her.
"You may or may not look good" She said in a low voice, almost a whisper, not sure if she even wanted him to hear it. He did it anyway, his face breaking into what could only be described as a mix of seductive and teasing.
"Devilishly handsome, you mean" he said, stealing glances every once in a while in her direction, shooting her that damn smirk of his.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night, buddy"
"Well, I guess now it's my turn to throw fireworks."
She rolled her eyes and looked at him, not bothering to hide her beautiful smile.
"You may speed up, Salvatore, I have a father I'm eager to kill"
"As you wish, Mikaelson"
And so they drove. It didn't take long for them to get to the Lockwood's. Upon the arrival, Damon quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Melissa again, making the brunette lift a single brow.
"So what, you're a gentleman now?" she got out of the car, looking around as if inspecting the place.
"I'm always a gentleman. So, what you intend to do? Given your good mood I might go as far as recommend you to stay here and be pretty while we take care of things. When Mikael shows up I can come here and get you."
She smiled again, but this one was different, this smile lacked the heat it had before, it was now way more sadistic and blood thirsty. Damon almost cringed, he may have stepped over a line.
"Given my good mood I might not hurt you really, really bad and just tell you to watch your bloody mouth. Now I want you to go and look for the owner of the house. This is an order"
Damon opened his mouth to protest, probably about no one giving him orders, but when Melissa sent him an icy glare he shut up, looked down, turned and started walking away.
"Bipolar bitch" he was pretty far when he muttered the words, but Melissa still heard it and still smiled to herself. Tonight she was in such a good mood she was even able to enjoy the company of that bloody Salvatore.
After Damon left it didn't took much for a boy to show up, a wolf boy, Melissa smelled. He had a blond in tow, and both of them were looking at her with a mix of fear, anger and, in the boy's case, lust.
"You're Melissa" the boy said almost in awe.
"As in the first original?" the blond said with disgust in her voice.
"Ah, so you've heard of me" she said in a mock tone, looking from one to the other. She took a few steps in their direction, her voice switching from mock playfulness to threatening. "Well, let's get to the point, if you're here, big boy, it must mean you're the owner of the house. Invite me in."
The blond stepped in front of the wolf boy, looking at Melissa with clear jealousy in her eyes.
"His name is not big boy, and how do you know I'm not the owner?"
Melissa rolled her eyes and smirked. "It looks like you are not as well informed as it seems" stupid blond vampire, she, then, turned to the woerewolf and smiled a seductive smile only she could muster "So, big boy, are you going to invite in me or not?"
The werewolf smiled coyly at her "My name's Tyler, and yes, you can come in"
The original queen turned and walked away, fighting a burst of laughter when she heard the blond accuse Tyler of flirting with her and then telling him they were done.
She walked around, taking into account the number off hybrids in the place. She was careful, trying to avoid anything and anyone that might alert Mikael about her presence. It didn't take much for her to spot Elena. No, not Elena, she thought. That girl was a vampire, which could only mean one thing.
"Katherine" she greeted with a coy smile on her face. "It's good to finally meet you"
She saw a moment of recognition, the exact moment when Katherine's eyes widened and she took a small step back to look at the original properly. If what Elena said about the dreams was to be believed, then Katherine Pierce probably endured the same.
"Melissa" the vampire said, almost breathless.
"You're not gonna hug me, right?" Melissa's voice was teasing and she held back a laughter when she saw the disgust in Katherine's face at the mention of the word hug.
"Don't get me wrong, but just because I look like her doesn't mean I want to be friends with every psycho that crosses my way"
"Not every psycho. She doesn't like you."
"Touché." The vampire smiled.
Melissa and Katherine kept staring at each other, a small competition of their own, like they were battling with their eyes. She soon found out that she liked Katherine way more than she did Elena. At least the vampire didn't hide that she was a manipulative bitch.
"You know, I kinda like you" the original said after a few more minutes of staring. She saw Katherine open her mouth to retort, but she also saw a mass of blond hair coming in their direction. "Hello, brother"
"Well, well" she heard the accented voice "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my littlest sister this beautiful night?"
"Why, I came to welcome you back home, big brother" the sarcasm was clear in both their voices, as were the forced smiles in their faces. Melissa took one step ahead and took a glass of champagne from Niklaus' hand, leaving him to hand the other one to Katherine, who took it with reluctance.
"You look good, Elena" he said with a devilish smile. "Good enough to eat".
"Stay away from her, Klaus" came a voice from behind them, soon the green eyed guy she saw the other day appeared. What was his name again? Stephen, was it?
Melissa rolled her eyes and turned her back to the trio, not looking back whhen she said "You know, Elena, I think we might get along well if you keep like… this". She walked alway feeling Katherine's eyes on her back, a smile of her own gracing her lips. She was just walkking around when she saw Salvatore drag the owner of the house to an empty room, he was definetly up to no good. She walked slowly in their direcction, listening to every single word that was being said.
"As the hoster" Damon said "you should know that these hybrids really don't make a good impression"
"I don't know what you're planning, but Klaus is ready for you all, he will kill everyone if needed" the wolf boy said in a defiant tone.
"Do I look like someone who cares?"
Melissa got to the door the moment the damn Salvatore lunged at the wolf's throat. The wolf boy tried to bite him, and soon after Damon pushed him, Tyler punched him right in the face. Damon kicked the werewolf with such force that he flew to the other side of the room, leting his guard down. That's when it appeared in Damon's hand, seemingly out of nowhere, the white oak stake.
It happened all in the blink of an eye. Damon was less than an arm's length away from Tyler, the stake ready to penetrate his heart. Melissa used her vamp speed to appear between them, taking the stake from Damon's hand and knocking Tyler out cold.
Damon looked at her with annoyance and anger in his eyes.
"What's your problem? Do you have a thing for the Lockwoods? First you act all frieindly towards Mason and now you're saving this little brat!"
Melissa raised her brows in a purely ironic way and said "Oh, shut the fuck up. You really think I'd let you use the bloody white oak stake to end a simple hybrid? If you wish to kill him, take his heart out"
"Why not kill him with the stake?"
"You bloody…" she muttered a lot of curses Damon couldn't even understand "If you kill any creature with the white oak stake both the stake and the creature are set on fire. Carbonized."
Damon nodden then smirked, turning his head to look at Tyler. He pushed his hand insed the wolf's chest, getting read to rip the heart out. He looked at Melissa again and his own smirk turned into a grin when he saw her smirking too.
He started to pull, but stopped right away when Bonnie walked into the room frying his brains. Even with his head ready to explode he held back a brust of laughter when he saw Melissa touch delicatedly her head with three fingers and frown, as if asking herself what was wrong.
Damon knelt due to the pain in his head, closing his eyes forcibly. Melissa looked up at the witch, tilted her head a little to the side and lift a single eyebrown.
"Is this your doing, witchy? It feels like a really annoying bug buzzing in my year. Sorry to tell you, but you realy need to work on those powers if you even want to call yourself a true witch."
Bonnie stopped at the original's words, looking as surprised as one could be. She shook heer head and looked at Damon, trying and failing at ignoring Melissa, her eyes darting in her direction at every second.
"Y-you can't kill Tyler, Damon!"
"He tried to bite me!"
They started arguing, but Melissa didn't pay any attention, her focus was on the words being said far away, a simple warning, all she's been waiting for. "He's here"
She knew, she just knew.
Mikael.