"I am coming

For all the monsters that ever touched him,

I am coming

For all the ones who twisted his starts into shadows,

They turned him into a nightmare,

So I'm going to be theirs.

And they'll never wake up."

~k.s.~

...

Marcella rubbed the bridge of her nose, eyes closed in contemplation. Knowing good and well that she was about to shatter their entire world view. Unfortunately for them she no longer cared. Their arrogance, their refusal to forgive, to move past, to move on had cost her.

While she may have loved them all dearly in different ways and for different things, what she did not love was the foolish behavior of spoiled children. It was simply something she could not stand by. They could still be true to themselves without acting like such infants. She let them sit there for another moment ignoring the outrage being thrown at her.

It wasn't like they could hurt her right then. She'd told them to sit down they couldn't get up until she said. Honestly Niklaus should be grateful she hadn't actually made them shut up earlier. Even if she really had wanted too.

Fortunately for them she wasn't that cruel. Yet…

Marcella turns her entire focus onto Niklaus. The intensity of her gaze was enough to make a normal person shudder, but this was Niklaus and besides looking extremely pissed he had no reaction. She crossed her arms over her chest tapping her foot impatiently. Debating if she was really petty enough to say what she wanted to next.

"I told you so." Yes, yes she is. Damon snickered behind her, she shot him a look. Ignoring the dark amused look in Kol's eyes. Niklaus growled at her unable to move from his spot on the chaise. Kol took a threatening step forward, he didn't know the full extent of her ability.

Marcella didn't know if she did either. If she were being honest that was. But it hardly mattered now. They would find out one way or the other.

"What did you do!" He demanded still struggling to get up. Marcella walked over to him then, step by step until she was right in front of him. She leaned forward completely invading his space.

"Compulsion isn't as great when it's used against you is it Niklaus. I warned you, I told you what would happen if you didn't listen to me. My mistake I let you have a choice, now though. Now you have to listen. Listen well sweetheart because I'm not repeating myself, and I'm not going to forgive you this time if you don't." Marcella didn't waver even as Niklaus continued to snarl at her. She never faltered from her spot, if anything she only invaded his space further. Face inches from his.

"Get rid of her body. Burn it to a crisp, leave nothing for her to crawl back too. Because I can promise you when Ester awakes she will have no good will towards this family. If she's allowed the chance to come back she will and she will not stop until there is nothing left." She stood stepping away from Niklaus to regard the other three siblings. Now realising the absence of Marcel and Sage. Marcella refused to let that bother her it didn't matter.

"The woman you called mother died a thousand years ago with Henrick, the woman Nik killed was nothing but a horrible shell of that person. He did her a favour when he relieved her of her heart. She was no mother to any of you at that point."

"How dare you! She's our mother." It was Rebekah who yelled, outraged by the calloused tone from the small girl. Marcella let her icy eye's drift over to the girl, in that moment it was all she could see Rebekah as. A simple minded little girl. The unfamiliar sense of tribulation settled over her. This was just pitiful. They were just so pitiful.

How disappointing..

"She wouldn't even bat an eye to eradicate all of you. As a former servant of nature surely you should know exactly what sorts of abominations we all are Rebekah. Just think of the body count you've collected alone darling the blood on your hands. If she we're still here or if she'd been around for it you really believe she would have stood for it? If so then you are a fool." At the harsh words Rebekah became silent looking down. She couldn't find the words to argue any of those points.

None of them could. Because Marcella wasn't wrong.

"You speak as if you knew her personally, as if you somehow know everything about her." Finn interjected, Marcella's eyes soften for him. She felt bad for the oldest son. The faithful servant. Of the puppet his mother would have made of him.

"I know more about that woman than any of you. I know the truth. I know what lengths women like her are willing to go and I will never stand for them. Surely you remember what really happened to your older sister, you weren't that little. Freya hadn't been consumed by illness. You blocked it out because the truth is too painful, the lie protected you." She folds her hands together in front of her, a solemn look crossing over her features. Marcella felt for them. Really she did. Just in a way someone would pity a crying child, nothing more, nothing less.

It was time they faced the facts. Time that the reality hit them. The world was not black and white, it never had been. Just varying shades of gray. They'd never be a family if they all kept deluding themselves thinking it was that simple.

"Is that what you did to Katerina?" Marcella glanced finally then towards Elijah. The noble brother, the one who'd witnessed her rid a man of his head. Who'd she had allowed to see the cracks of her mortality. She had wondered when he would bring her up.

Elijah still held some sort of fondness for the brunette. The pity she felt was replaced by annoyance. Katerina was dead, had been dead for months, she hardly mattered now. Her relevance minut as the world still went a spinning without her in it.

"It's what I would do to anyone who sought my family harm. Unlike all of you my family doesn't just stop at who's blood, it doesn't allow for cracks and breaks under the slightest of pressure. I never let petty grudges or resentment get in the way of what is important." At that she turned on her heel walking back to Kol and Damon, the moment she is within grabbing distances from either of them she tilts her head back over her shoulder to regard the other four originals one last time.

"I'm done now, you can get up." In barely a second both Rebekah and Niklaus are lunging for her. Marcella never moves. She just smirks when their intent is clear that they find themselves crumpled over on the floor.

Kol would never let them hurt her, siblings or not. She knew exactly where she stood with him. Just how much she meant to him. Being created for him she supposed would do it though. Not to mention the fact that the second Niklaus had stood Damon pulled her behind him.

With these two to support her she would never really be in danger. Nothing could hurt her as long as she had them.

"I think not." Kol growled, he never didn't let up on the severity of his magic's hold over the two. He had no reason to worry about his other siblings. Elijah and Finn weren't stupid enough to outright attack Marcella in front of him.

Kol strode forward, a triumphant grin on his face. The manic look in his eyes unsettling. It did not paint a nice picture for his siblings. He crouched down to their level on the floor. "Our mother is dead, it's best she stays that way. Trying to attack my Eden when all she did was tell the truth is just rude. Where are your manners?" Kol twisted his hand a little more increasing the volume of pressure building in both of their heads.

He sighed after another moment of watching them suffer. Kol released them both once he stood. Their pain no longer amused him. Boredom slipped over his expression as he walked away. Marcella rolled her eyes at him sparing one last glance at the four originals before pulling Damon by the sleeve of his shirt and turning to leave.

This was hardly worth her time. Lunch sounded like a much better source to spend it on. That or figuring out what exactly she was going to do about the Tyler Lockwood problem. She shook her head to herself as they left the manor, no she really did not want to focus on that right now. It would only give her a headache.

"You want to go to the Grill?" Damon questions knowingly as he slides into the driver's seat. Kol smirks at how well the baby vampire has been trained while his garden just smiles like the sun and nods enthusiastically.

"Such a fine establishment the Grill, a fantastic way to waste our culinary experience on." He mutters. Not the meal he wanted at that particular moment. Damon snickers at him while Marcella just keeps on smiling.

"Don't worry, you and I can go a few towns over later for desert." Damon tells his reasuredly. Fresh blood would be nice even if Marcella would refuse to participate in such extracurriculars. Kol's brow raise giving Damon this look.

"I don't think were quite there mate." Damon snorts, they weren't but he knew that she wanted them to be.

"Who says, we can be great pals. Besides I doubt you will get the princess to partake in such festivities." At this Kol directs his attention to the blonde sitting in the back. Marcella smiles at him.

"You don't drink from the vein?" He learned new and interesting things about her everyday it seemed. She nodded her answer before giving the verbal confirmation.

"I never have. I was turned last fall and completed my transition with a blood bag. My mom and sister were still human at the time so I couldn't really afford to start thinking of them as food sources. Besides I don't really see the point, why expose myself over something as little as fresh meet." She shrugged as if she truly didn't realize how much of a big deal it was.

Kol just sort of stared at her and Damon shook his head, knowing there was absolutely no point to try to argue the point with her. Marcella had set her mind, she wasn't going to change it. She didn't eat live human, she didn't kill humans. Her partner finally snorted turning back to face the road ahead. Apparently he wasn't going to argue her point either.

For Kol all that revelation did was cement the amount of control she actually had. To not feed from humans, to resist the call of live viens, to dent herself warm fresh blood meant she had incredible restraint. Everyday he found even more reasons that he's glad she is his.

He did pity the fool who tried to take her from him.

XOXOX

Short chapter I know, I was originally planning on adding more to this chapter. However I decided that what was written was enough for this anymore and it would be too much. So short chapter but I think it's a good one. Very intentional and informative. Purposeful. Content of length I suppose.

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Sincerely, La'Rae