Chapter 11: Sleeping beautifulness
It was strange, this feeling inside her. Elle felt as though she was floating, as though she literally had no bearing on solid ground. Was she free? Was she dead? Had she joined her loved ones at those pearly gates that she heard others preach about? She, deep down inside herself, hoped so. She would be free.
Her surroundings melted into that magnificent banquet hall, but this time there were no people. It looked as though life had been frozen there, captured in that one moment in which before the chaos had struck. Walking further into the room, the large carved wooden doors slammed shut behind her and Elle pressed a hand over her heart, startled.
"My sweet girl," a voice whispered, and Elle spun around to find the woman who she had witnessed the murder of in the first time she came here. Elle could feel herself breaking down inside. "You're my mother, aren't you?" She whispered, her voice cracking pathetically. The woman was beautiful; ringlets of golden hair fell to her waist and the kindest blue eyes, exact mirrors of her own, stared at her.
The woman whom she now supposed was her blood mother walked forward, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Helena did such a good job of raising you," she whispered, a gentle hand stroking her raven black hair as she embraced Elle. The young woman sobbed softly at the mention of her deceased mothers name before she pulled back. "Am I dead, am I free to be with you and mother? Where is father?" She whispered.
A hand appeared on her shoulder as she finished speaking, a bear of a man with raven black hair and hazel eyes pulling her into a tight embrace that had she not of been expecting it, would have crushed her. The bear of a man glanced down upon her with a caressing smile of his own. "My sweet Ellevira, you cannot remain here, but oh how we wish you could."
Elle pulled back with a frantic look in her eyes. "Please do not send me back, not after I have finally discovered who I am. I ruined myself, I laid down with your murderer." She wept and her mother shook her head sympathetically. "You must, my sweet girl. Oh, how I wish I could have been there to witness all of your precious moments in life. You would have been a jewel to behold, you could have been anyone you wanted. And you still can, but you need to go back." She whispered, brushing the tears off of Elle's red cheeks. She pressed a kiss to her head, her husband doing the same. "Go back, my sweet girl."
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Tears rolled down Elle's cheeks as she laid comatose on the luxuriously soft bed, her hands clasped over her stomach. Klaus watched from beside the window. Was he becoming weak for caring about someone who he had sworn eighteen years ago to hate, to slaughter, to murder even? It was something he didn't like to dwell on, and as soon as she was awake, he would make sure she wasn't weak again with a simple twist of the wrist and a neck snapping.
But how wasn't she conscious yet? He frowned as he caught sight of the droplets rolling down her fair skinned face. Did this mean she was conscious? He frowned, seeing her hand clasping something in which it had not been a few moments prior. Walking forward, he made to look at whatever she held.
A hand shot up, that same hand, and something sharp pierced his chest. He looked down, feeling his body temporarily shutting down as he saw the piece of brutally sharpened wood protruding from his chest. Blue eyes opened to meet his own, and the blank look in them unnerved him. It was as though she wasn't there anymore, as though someone else was in there and not her. But the slight glimmer of pain in her eyes told him it was her, just overcome with the pain.
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One minute she had been with her parents, her true parents, her blood parents, and the next she found herself in the mansions gardens after impaling the Lord Niklaus with a piece of wood she knew she hadn't had before. She knew from what her mother had told her -Helena- that good things did not follow after you attacked one of their kind, and she also knew she hadn't killed him from the outraged look in his eyes before he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Elle ran. She ran until she could no more, until the sound of approaching others aught her attention and she stumbled to the ground behind what seemed to be a fallen tree. She heard the whoosh of wind, and then the voice of Elijah calling out to her. "Ellevira! I know you're near -I can smell your blood! Tis pointless to run; Klaus will find you wherever you are."
Now they had discovered him. She would be slaughtered in the most brutal of fashions, like her mother, and her true parents had been so. She heard a whoosh of air before all sound of them vanished again and after a few seconds of making sure no one was around her, she ran once more, not stopping until she came to the burned out remains of her cottage, her once joyful home. It looked horrendous, and just added to the fact that they ruined everything they laid their murderous hands upon.
Elle dashed inside as quick as she could, making for the ruins of a bedroom that resided in back. Her mother had always told tales of how she had a way to keep herself safe from the demons she they be upon her and it was too late to run. She scrambled through the wreckage, finding the same pale liquid filled vial without any problems at all.
Uncapping it, she drank it in one gulp, shuddering at the overbearingly sweet taste that promised danger and ruin. It was a poison, that much she was sure of. She heard the whooshing noise outside once more, feeling her strength waning as each minute ticked by. She hadn't nourished herself in the last two days, and it was beginning to take its effect on her with a poison now running through her mainstream. Grabbing a dagger that was also in the place with the vial full of poison, she stumbled upright and made herself visible to the demons that resided outside.
She recognised the anger in his blue eyes as easily as she recognised the feelings of weakness running through her veins. "You crossed a line too far, love." He ground out and Elle gave a weak, coughing laugh. "You talk of lines and yet you murdered those I love, and returned to me after you killed my mother where I now stand. You are hardly the one to talk to me about those lines which we do not cross. You ruined my life before I could even look at another properly without it being a mindless blur." She accused back, tightening her grasp around the blade of the dagger she held, withholding her gasp of pain as the metal cut into her flesh.
He glanced down at the dagger with ill concealed amusement. "You thirst for death, do you now? I healed you, Elle, and my blood runs through your veins. Kill yourself, and you shall become the very thing you hate." He pointed out and Elle hummed, coughing again, this time blood splattering on her hand as she covered her mouth with it. He noticed it and frowned. "What did you take?" He demanded.
Elle shook her head. "Something my mother had laying about. Quite potent, I'm guessing, from how I now feel having consumed it only moments ago. And I don't think I will become like you. My mother, my true mother, and my father, kept me under long enough for it to filter out my body. I die, and you will be forever alone. Who would love someone knowing what you are, who you are?"
She coughed violently once more, this time blood trickling out of her mouth faster in rivets, and she coughed again, eyes wide as she slid down the door frame, or what had once been the doorframe to her bedroom. He slammed at the invisible boundary, the foundations shaking as he did so. She glanced up at him with watery eyes. "You will forever be alone," she whispered and he shook his head, holding a hand out. "Join me, love, and you won't have to feel this, or even remember this again. I can make you forget it all."
Elle shook her head again, head falling limply on her shoulder. "No," she whispered, eyes falling shut. "Just let me die in peace," she finished just as the rest of the Original family appeared, watching as her last breath rattled through her, the dagger in her hand clattering to the ashy, cracked stone floor.
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She looked beautiful, even in death. Klaus resisted the urge to smash the coffin into a thousand pieces as he stared down at her. That was where she would remain, preserved by a witches spell, that was until it was deemed the appropriate time for her to awaken once more, a pitiful human once again.
Elijah appeared in the doorway and he sighed. "So you aim to keep her like some trophy, dead and preserved?" He inquired and Klaus hummed, shutting the coffin lid with a loud bang. He rounded around with anger clearly over his face. "I do indeed, only question is which one of you will go back into your coffin? I could choose Rebekah for her blatant lack of regard for the warning you gave her, and I could choose you for being an irritating voice always whispering in my ear about redemption. I tried your redemption, brother, and look where that got me! A woman whom I swore to loathe and destroy, one who I was beginning to love as you wanted me to, but now, I hold her preserved in a coffin like Finn with a dagger in his heart!" He roared, knocking over an empty, neighbouring coffin.
The older brother moved forward. "Brother, she is dead. We swore to end her bloodline years ago and yet, here she lies, preserved in a coffin as though she is one of us. She is not. She is human, a species many a time that you have claimed are beneath us, and yet, you grew to care for one, one we swore to slaughter along with her treacherous relatives. Quite ironic, wouldn't you agree?"
Klaus smirked slightly. "Tis indeed, but now she is dead, and we can focus on more pressing matters; finding our runaway doppelgänger, Katerina."
Authors note: This is the end of the first part, that being in 1500AD, and now we're off to present times with a rather quaint Virginian town ;)