The Mikaelson Coven: Their Story 4
Chapter One: Hell Pit
It stuck to her. It stuck to her like tar refusing to release her from its suffocating grip. She clawed and scratched her way to the top of the pit trying her hardest to get out of the black pit She had to leave without letting him know what she was doing. But he knew. He always knew. He knew that if she managed to escape that he would be mad. Furious even. His anger was not something to be taken lightly.
His anger and fury was something of legends. Legends that mortals didn't dare speak of and spent lifetimes forgetting. The thought of his anger brought chills down ones spine. Those chills that run-down ones back for no reason was their instinct reacting to his palpable fury.
"You know you cannot escape me. Why do you try? You are weak," His inky, dark voice slithered around her.
A desperate sob escaped the woman's mouth making her feel as if her desperation summoned him.
"I am not weak." She cried, "I managed to help that woman escape. Now it is my turn. You forget who I am, boy. You are nothing compared to me. Your powers cannot ever eclipse me. I stayed because of the foolish notion that I could save you. I see that I am wrong even though it hurts my heart to admit."
The oily voice snickered at the woman, "Save me? Hmmm, why would I need to be saved? I am perfect just the way I am."
She could see it now. She could see the light. She just needed to keep him distracted. Hubris will always be his downfall. Another sob escaped her lips, her anguish over ruling her fear.
"How," she swallowed clearing the sadness from her throat, "How anything so pure and good could have ever created you, I will never know. The love you were given should have never created such a darkness in you."
In a hiss of anger, the creature lashed out at the woman – a tendril of darkness whipped her back creating a deep cut on her back that started to bleed. Startled, she yelped as pain vibrating through her every nerve. The poison of the lash seeped into her skin causing her to lose strength rapidly, sucking every ounce of power she had been conserving. She slowly crawled- moving barely an inch to keep him from realizing what she was doing.
"Love," He hissed, "The love I was given was temporary. Replaced by children that were inferior to me. They were not perfect like I was. They were flawed yet they still were favored over me. I WAS ABANDONED!"
Startled, the woman fell on her side finally revealing her face to him. Her vivid indigo colored eyes widened at the feral look upon his disembodied face. Her face was covered by bruises and scratches, but even that could not take away from her beauty.
"No," She hissed, "That is not true."
She kept sliding back noticing that he wasn't paying her any attention now - far too caught up in his own anguish to notice. And then she felt it. She felt the edge of the pit. She could feel the fresh air caressing her knuckles. She barely stopped herself from just pulling herself from the pit because she knew if she did that he would catch her and drag her back down the pit.
"IT IS! YOU KNOW IT! You were there," he growled. "An active participant in my abandonment. Now all those beloved creatures that you love so much will pay. They will pay for their crimes against me."
Suddenly the only sound to fill the dark space was that of mummers. The man's mouth moved quickly and in a language she could not hear enough of to understand.
Knowing that this was her last chance, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the portal.
"That is only if you can stop me." She whispered. She pulled herself from the pit so quickly he didn't even have enough time to react properly, however, as she scrambled from the pit, she could have sworn that she felt his hand skim her foot.
Stumbling away from the bubbling tar, she wiped her face trying her hardest to get the goo off. Finally, she managed to open her eyes and see that she was in some sort of room covered in a rough grey rock supported by metal beams.
Confused and scared by the massive ceilings, she spun around trying to find a door to leave the place, but her panic made it hard to focus. She stopped and took a deep breath, forcing all of her fear and weariness into a corner. Finally, able to think semi-coherently, she called out to her magic - summoning it to her. Her essence wrapped around her like a warm blanket, comforting her for the first time in almost a millennium.
Whispering to herself, she beckoned her magic to take her away, "Take me somewhere safe."
In a swirl of wind, leaves, and earth, she disappeared from the building only to find herself in a broad room filled with chairs, books, and crackling fire causing her to instantly feel at ease. Taking a step into the new room, she looked around longingly staring at one of the lounges. She knew that she could clean and robe herself, but her magic was still weak after the torture she endured in the pit.
She could only imagine what the owner would have to say if he saw a naked woman covered in a tar-like substance standing in the middle of their large gathering area.
The sound of footsteps and voices startled her causing her to pivot on her heels to face the oncoming individual, but when he stepped into view she knew she was safe from harm. While his blonde hair was shorter and his blue eyes colder, he still looked the same even after nine hundred years.
The man was followed in by a group of people - three young women, two young men, and a middle-aged man. It only took a moment to realize that they were not alone. In shock, they all stared at the naked woman whose indigo eyes only looked upon the blonde man.
"Husband, I have found you." She whispered, "Please. I need your help." Growing woozy, she swayed, looking ready to collapse. The young man flashed to her barely catching her before she hit the ground.
"I have to stop him," she said weakly, grasping onto his collar, "I need to find him. I must find my son. Help me. Please."
With her last plea she passed out in his arms completely unaware of the dilemma and emotional turmoil she caused him by just popping up out of nowhere after so long believing that she was dead.
Still holding onto her, the man grabbed his phone. Ignoring his curious friends, he opened his phone, and sent a text simply stating, "Come to Mystic Falls. Urgent."