Brooklyn's POV

"I warned you, Bennett witch. Not mess with things you couldn't understand. But you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" I snarl, casually flexing my fingers, bringing Bonnie to her knees with a sharp cry of pain, Bonnie clutching her head, tears flooding down her face.

"Bonnie!" Elena and Caroline scream, Caroline flashing towards me, only to stop in her tracks, choking and wheezing, scrambling as I cut off her air and send pain shooting through her brain with only a glance.

"Don't even try. You cannot challenge me. I have more power than you could ever wish, ever hope to have." I hiss warningly, throwing Caroline to the side as one would a discarded last year's fashion choices, beginning to pace, my gaze glaring mercilessly at the Scooby gang (plus doppelganger bitch number two, Katerina) in front of me.

"You can't out power me. In fact, no one can. Not my twin brother, not my pack or my coven, not a Bennett witch, not even the Original Hybrid. I'm the most powerful supernatural being on this earth." I laugh coldly, my eyes burning a harsh, molten golden fire, a cruel smirk appearing on my face as I completely face the Scooby gang, plus Katerina.

"It's quite simple really. I could rule the world. Rule over the very hearts and minds of men, every supernatural creature bowing before me. The Originals, controlled, subdued, their minds consumed not of their own thoughts, but of mine, their will twisted, molded, carefully crafted to my own desires, perfect weapons, perfect soldiers; willing, obedient, and complacent to my every bidding and whim. I can level mountains, part the seas, command the heavens, master of life and death, destroy cities, conquer nations and empires with the power that shifts and crashes within me. I could create a new world order, a new rule, I, a beautiful, ruthless, all powerful, perfect, eternal, queen." I hiss, my eyes darkening, glinting with malic and fury.

"And you know, most people are smart enough to stay on my good side. I've got a bit of a temper if you haven't noticed. But you, Scooby gang, must have the short end when it comes to common sense or brains. Because. You. Have. Pissed. Me. Off." I growl, my eyes suddenly burning brighter gold as I unleash my magic, wind howling, rain pelting the ground, thunder rolling overhead, lightening crashing, trees groaning, debris flying, sky and ground rumbling, shaking, sliding, shifting under my power.

"Elskan! Brooklyn!" Elijah shouts worriedly, but I barely hear him, my eyes fiery flames, golden webs and balls of blue and red light burst out, slamming into the Scooby gang individually, encompassing them completely.

"Before vampires, there were the Originals." I state ominously, gesturing to the Mikaelsons behind me as my voice echoes around us hauntingly, filled with power and authority.

"Before the werewolves, there were the Alpha Wolves." I continue, phasing into my wolf form for emphasis, my eyes still golden and glowing against my pure white coat, power never ceasing, unrelenting as the howl of my pack rises distantly above the swirling wind.

"And before the witches and warlocks, there were the Emrys Descendants." I announce with finality, phasing back quickly, once more human, my fingers twitching once, curling as my magic tightens and reacts.

Ceasing the storm and weather around us, I instead turn my attention and power towards the Scooby gang. Choking, cutting off, breaking bones, burning unimaginable pain through their veins, invading their minds and tearing them apart from the inside out, my magic could utterly destroy them, drive them insane, to the brink of death and back.

"Niklaus, certainly you don't have any objects to me getting rid of a small, irritating problem, now do you?" I ask sweetly, tightening my hold on Katerina, Katerina screaming and choking in pain, blood pouring out of her nose and mouth, seeping from her eyes, as she scrambles, scrapes for a hold on anything as my magic assaults her, blistering beneath her skin, in her blood, in her mind and cells.

"No? Good. I thought so. I realize you've waited centuries for revenge, but I think mine should suffice. Really, I'm doing you a favor. You get to watch her suffer and not get your hands dirty. But with all the satisfaction of Katerina going to her end as painfully and agonizing as possible." I answer for Niklaus, smiling sweetly in his direction, not bothering to actually get an answer; I didn't need it.

Call it petty jealousy or revenge, but I certainly did not like the horrendous photo copy, 2.0 of the original doppelganger making advances towards my mate, her sickening attempt to win back a man she destroyed or her assumption that Elijah was still hers. Because the fact was, he was mine.

"E- Elijah!" Katerina manages to choke out, her eyes wide as she looks to Elijah, begging, pleading, and fearful.

"Do you really think your precious, noble Elijah will save you, Katerina? You used him. You played him. You left him. You never loved him. You can't love. You don't have a heart. You're a Petrova, you're a doppelganger. They're all the same aren't they? Conquer, destroy, divide, desert." I sneer, walking closer to Katerina, a sickly sweet, cruel smile on my face.

"Elijah! Pl- please!" Katerina cries, reaching out for him, but Elijah only looked away.

"Elijah's mine now." I growl in dominate possession, magic clenching around her, arching her back unnaturally, her spine snapping, breaking vertebra by vertebra.

"Elijah! Klaus! No! Please- no. Damon! Stefan!" Katerina screams in agony, now sobbing.

"No one's going to save you now, Katerina. You're precious Salvatore brothers have moved on. They've seen you for the true heartless bitch you are. And Elijah. Well, like I said. He's mine now." I say, faking sadness and pity, tossing Katerina around like a limp rag doll or hacky sack.

"Please- please. Ahhh!" Katerina begs, screaming more in pain as I begin breaking, shattering every bone in her body.

"But, if one were to make a plea, say Elijah, I'd consider letting you live." I say, turning to look at Elijah questioningly. Furious as I was for what they had done to Finn, if Elijah still cared for her, I'd let her escape my anger and revenge. At least just this once.

"Pl- please. E-Elijah. I- I know I've hu-hurt you. Bu- but please." Katerina begs, pleading as tears of pain flood her face.

Meeting my golden eyes, Elijah glances at Katerina only briefly before suddenly flashing in front of me.

"Elskan." Elijah breathes, eyes searching mine as he touches my cheek, gently caressing my face.

"Elijah." I respond with barely any inflection, the power I held difficult to control and master, straining me to my limits, Katerina's pleas still fading into the background.

"It's only you, Astin. Don't hold back." He whispers passionately, his dark gaze boring into my gold one, and I could see the sincerity, the honesty behind Elijah's words.

"No- Please- Elijah!" Katerina cries, her hope breaking, shattering into a million pieces. For the first time Katerina Petrova was utterly broken.

Sighing, already bored and tired of toying with her, I glance at Katerina, and in an instant a stake is driven into her chest, slowly, painfully inching closer to her heart, flames licking around her limbs, consuming her. In a few moments Katerina Petrova would be gone.

Expressions of pure horror and fear on the faces of the entire Scooby, I toss my hair behind me, grinning as I flounce over to the rest of the Scooby gang, still restrained by my magic.

"Hmmm, who to pick first?" I muse, pretending to paus and think, Damon only snarling in response as Bonnie and Caroline glare heatedly at me, Elena a sobbing mess.

"Pathetic." I mumble, my magic snapping as I choose my next target, the Salvatore brothers both doubling over in pain, groaning as I attack their mind.

"Stefan! Damon! No! Please! No! No! Please." Elena screams, pleading, begging, sobbing, as she struggles fruitlessly against my restraining power.

"Please! Stop! Just stop it. I'm- I'm sorry! We- we're sorry. Please. I- I'll do anything." Elena pleads, looking at me.

"That's funny. And pathetic. Sorry can't fix anything." I laugh bitterly, hissing threateningly at the end, snapping several bones in both the Salvatores, both screaming and writhing in pain as I send flaming fire and indescribable, pulsing pain through their veins.

"You really think you can bargain with me now? After what you did? Not a chance." I hiss, my eyes darkening.

"Please- please we'll do anything. I promise you! Anything! Please just stop!" Elena ugly sobs.

"No. You should have thought of that before you planned your little ambush. There are always consequences. And there's nothing you can do now. You hurt Finn, took away his mate and broke him. Now, its pay back." I growl, the wind beginning to pick up as my fury grows.

A bunch of selfish, self-serving, whiny, self-pitying, so out of their depths teenagers who think they can just sniffle their way out of consequences with empty promises, messing with powers and things they couldn't even begin to control.

"Please! I'm- I'm begging, pleading with you! We- we'll do anything!" Elena continues, her incessant pleading and crying only irritating me further.

"Enough. Your pointless pleading and whimpering is really grating on my nerves. I mean seriously, your voice is so whiny and high and annoying." I growl, eyes flecking with power as I mute her vocal chords again.

"Hmmm. Much better." I muse, turning back to the Salvatore brothers.

"You bitch!" Damon manages to snarl, his heated, dark glare practically trying to kill me where I stand.

"I know right? Thanks." I chirp, a smirk pulling across my face as my magic intensifies with barely a flick or movement from me, this time rebelling their blood against them, consuming them, snapping and breaking every bone in the Salvatores' bodies, pushing and bending them to their absolute limits.

"Ahhh!" Damon and Stefan scream, panting hard as I pull back some of my power before releasing it against them again.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't kill you. The best is yet to come." I smirk, leaving both brothers writhing and gasping in pain and wandering back to Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline.

"No!" Stefan screams horrified, struggling against the invisible restraints.

"So, how are my three least favorite people? The Bennett witch, the blond Barbie, and the Tatia doppelganger 3.0?" I ask, faking sweetness, ignoring the vicious insults and now annoying pleading and begging from the Salvatore brothers through their own torturous pain.

Starring at me defiantly, Bonnie says nothing, only meeting my gaze in silence, anger, and resentment burning through her expression, Caroline also death glaring me, yet more vocal and actively trying to struggle free while Elena looks at me pleadingly, her voice still muted.

Snapping Caroline's neck, her body slumps on the forest floor, Bonnie and Elena gapping.

"Oh please, I didn't kill her. She I like the most out of you three, so I decided to be nice." I snort, shrugging nonchalantly. That and the fact Niklaus actually liked the blonde, I add as a though in my head. I figured I'd play nice and spare her from the torture. Besides, someone would need to be alive and functional to help the rest of the Scooby gang after I was done with them, you know, if they weren't dead. It really depended on my mood.

"But you two- oh we'll have lots of fun, won't we?" I say, smiling wickedly.

"I heard you had a brother, Elena. Jeremy right? He's in Colorado. Funny thing, Kol is there too. Such a small world." I casually mention, my hand flicking carelessly as I re-fracture Elena's arm from the earlier attack on Finn and I as well as snapping a leg and several minor bones in her hand, Bonnie cringing and screaming as I replicate the aneurism spell she's so fond of, pain shooting through their nerve endings, exploding through their minds and bodies.

"What's that, Elena? I should call Kol? I'm sure he'd love to pay Jeremy a little friendly visit. What? Sorry, I can't hear you. You should speak up. Oh that's right, I muted you." I taunt sarcastically, snapping my fingers and unmuting her, screams erupting from her the moment her vocal chords are released.

"Elena!" Stefan calls out pained, Damon only snarling and growling behind me.

"So, what do you think, I should call Kol, shouldn't I?" I ask, pulling my phone out, Kol's name already typed into the screen.

"N- N- No!" Elena manages to choke out, pain and desperation in her expression.

"Eye for an eye right?" I say sweetly, my finger typing away to Kol. "Oh look, Kol said he'd love to. But don't worry, Kol has very specific instructions you see. I planned ahead too. So Jeremy, he won't die. No, instead he'll die over and over, a thousand times possibly, until Kol gets bored. But you know, well that could take a while."

"Le- leave him out- out of this!" Bonnie hisses, blood dripping from her nose and mouth.

"Hmm. Touchy, I forgot, you care for him don't you? Even better. And you see, I could. But, I really don't think I will." I tsk, pretending to think about it for a brief moment, magic clenching around Bonnie as I toss her backwards, breaking her spine and a few ribs.

"You know, I really, sincerely hope you've learned your lesson. I warned you Bennett witch, not to challenge me. Because you'll lose, every time. You see, I get quite protective of those I care about. So don't cross me again. You think this is bad. This is only a fraction of what I can do." I growl threateningly, my magic finally snapping both Stefan and Damon's necks, Elena and Bonnie sinking into restless, pain filled unconsciousness moments later.

Satisfied, and once more controlled and stable, my magic and power retracts, receding from the atmosphere around us, encompassing itself within me, my fury and energy settling, completely dispelled, leaving me feeling drained and exhausted from the sheer amount of power and force I displayed and used.

"Okay. Well I feel better." I huff lightly to myself, my hands running through my hair as I turn back to the Mikaelsons.

Edited 1/4/19