No One's POV
"They're coming, mother!" Finn warns, Brooklyn and her pack slowly creeping closer keeping to the shadows and darkness of the night, unbeknown to the eldest Mikaelson sibling nor his mother, the Original Witch, the paw steps too light and their own magic protecting them.
"No, it's too soon, the moon is not high enough. Go! Quickly!" Esther shoos, two figures moving to retreat into the nearby house.
The power of the dark sigils and ritual Esther had created burned harshly against Brooklyn's own magic, and it lashed against hers like a relentless tidal wave, crashing like a storm, and Brooklyn's own magic demanded to be free, howled like her wolf inside her, demanding to set right the abomination, and twisted under her skin and in her blood.
Flicking with her tail, Brooklyn gestured to the nearby house, three of her pack members peeling off in that direction to keep guard, less the other two figures that had gone that direction do something drastic; after all, it paid to be paranoid and safe.
"My sons, come forward." Esther beckons like some benevolent dictator.
"Stay beside me, mother." Finn warns.
"It's okay. They can't enter." Esther says confidently, only making Brooklyn grin wolfishly; they may not be able to, but she certainly could.
"That's lovely. We're stuck out here, while the favorite son plays sacrificial lamb. How pathetic are you, Finn." Kol snarks, but behind the bitter sarcasm held a glimmer of hurt and betrayal.
"Be quiet, Kol. Your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine." Esther bites back.
"Whatever you think of us, killing your own children will be an atrocity." Elijah points out, his expression and tone unreadable, carefully crafted and restrained.
"My only regret is that I did not let you die a thousand years ago." Esther retorts, barely holding back her bitter vitriol and hatred.
Despite the wrong doings of all the Originals, they certainly didn't deserve this; Niklaus struggled for years, merely wanting acceptance and love of his father, his mother and even his siblings, and Elijah, the Noble One, only wished to keep his family together, even Kol, wanting attention and love of his siblings.
"Enough. All this talk is boring me. End this now, mother, or I'll send you back to Hell." Niklaus hisses.
"For a thousand years, I've been forced to watch you. Felt the pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood. Even you, Elijah, with your claim to nobility, you're no better. All of you. You're a curse on this Earth. Stretched out over generations. If you've come to plead for your life, I'm sorry, you've wasted your time." Esther explains, as if the explanation could be reason enough to do what she was doing.
No, she had done this to them. She was the monster. A mother who cared only for power and a father who cared only to destroy them.
Brooklyn's howl announced her pack's arrival, her paws digging into the hard earth as it gave her traction to propel her forward, her entire pack following her call with their own answering howls.
Emerging from the shadows, gold eyes glimmered against sleek, pure white, Aaron, Brooklyn's twin, mirrored her, gold eyes against pitch black; both Emerson twins taking defensive stances in front of the Mikaelson siblings as their pack fanned out around them, their hacks raised and teeth bared.
"No! No! What is this!?" Esther screams frantically. "No! Sisters! Do not abandon me!"
For a moment, time seemed to stand still before suddenly Brooklyn leaped, barreling through fire, the barrier shattering under her powers, flames barely flickering at her coat.
"Mother!" Finn shouts, moving to block her attack.
Bodies slammed together full force, colliding with a harsh resounding sound, like boulders being struck together or metal striking, and while Brooklyn and the eldest Mikaelson faced off, Niklaus attacked on his own, viciously breaking his mother's neck and pulling her heart out, killing her instantly.
"Brooklyn!" Niklaus suddenly yells, hearing Brooklyn yelp in pain, her ribs making a sharp cracking sound as Finn's arms constrict around her side, his mother's body now dropping from his grip to watch instead as Brooklyn drops like a deadweight from Finn's arms, landing on the ground awkwardly, breathing heavily from the pain.
Their Alpha down, Aaron leads the charge, several pack members quick to pile on top of the eldest Mikaelson to subdue him, the rest tightening the circle around Brooklyn and Aaron, a tactic they used in order to protect the Alpha and Beta.
Wounded, but not heavily, Brooklyn shakes her head, like a bull infuriated and ready to charge before heaving herself up from the ground, growling viciously, tail swishing back and forth; her own attack hadn't been in vain, Finn hadn't been all that quick, and large gorge marks raked down his chest.
Lunging again, Brooklyn growls, warning her pack away from her fight; she didn't like sharing credit for her fights, and she certainly didn't like sharing her kills. Niklaus had distracted her once, it wasn't going to happen again. Finn was hers. The bastard cracked her ribs, no one was going to deny her this fight.
It was a quick and messy fight, despite being injured; Finn moved, but despite being an Original, was no match for Brooklyn as an Alpha Wolf, after all, he had been in a coffin for 900 years, and it took all but a bite for him to fall under her prowess.
"Brooklyn? Darling?" Niklaus asks, his voice softer than normal as he approaches with no little amount of caution, not eager to be bitten by Aaron or any other Alpha Wolf.
"Thank you. Now let's get you back to the mansion." Niklaus says, running a hand through Brooklyn's fur after a soft whimper and thump of a tail is his response.
A nod of agreement is another response, arms suddenly wrapping around Brooklyn to cradle her to a chest, careful not to jostle before air is rushing by.
"Brooklyn? You're going to need to shift so I can examine your ribs." Elijah's voice breaks through her light slumber.
"Okay, you can look now. I'm not naked or anything." Brooklyn offers merely a moment later, amusement in her tone.
"It's an Alpha Wolf thing. We can shift whenever we want, without pain, and for some reason we get to keep our clothes. Although, I'm not complaining." Brooklyn explains, another amused look on her face after Elijah's surprised look.
"Fascinating," Elijah comments lightly. "Will you allow me to check your ribs?" Elijah questions, feeling an almost intense desire to run his hands all over his mate in order to check and make sure his brother didn't do any permanent damage even if he knew Brooklyn would heal given time.
"Thank you." Brooklyn feels Elijah's warm hands along her rib cage, his eyes careful to focus on the bruised spots and polite enough to not wander.
"You're welcome. Now, I'll leave you to clean up." Elijah simply responds, before the door clicks softly behind him.