"Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait 'til the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom size
Fell for these ocean eyes
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by"
~You Should See Me in a Crown~
xXx
Marcella flaunced into the Lockwood estate. Whistling a piercing tune, miniac in sound. The pitch alone sent shivers up his spine. Mason stood at the top of the stairs, her eyes pierced through his very being. She looked entirely off her hinges and it terrified him. It had been a while since their last conversation and she hadn't been pleased.
Tyler had turned, which went against the very clear order she'd given him. She speed up the stairs to meet him, eyes alight with fire swirling madly in their depths. Now Mason hadn't been around vampires too long, and he'd been an hybrid for an even shorter amount of time. But even he could tell that her eyes held damning intentions and that he wasn't going to like the outcome of whatever she was about to make him do.
"Hello Mason." Even her voice, the tone of it wasn't her. Eerily void. Cold. The shivers reverberated up his spine, his canine senses were telling him to run.
To get far away from the monster before him. Yet he stayed frozen on the step, unable to do anything. Why? Because he feared more what she would do to him in this state if he ran than what she was about to make him do.
"You've been a bad dog." She scolds, childish whimsy on her tongue hid the damnation of her words.
He'd failed her. Marcella's mercy didn't extend to those who fell short of her expectations. There was a price. She whistled a small tune as she regarded him, Mason kept silent.
He knew better. His loyalty was bought and bound to her and he'd failed. His silence perhaps was the only thing sparing his life right now. She'd care very little for his excuses.
"Tsk. Tsk. It was such an easy task too. Shame because now you have to make it up to me and your new job won't be nearly as easy." He swallowed thickly.
"What do you want me to do?"
She grinned sadistically back at him. Pleased by his willingness to serve his master. Giddy anticipation filled her blood.
"You're going to kill all of Niklaus' hybrids. He too needs to learn a lesson."
Mason has been right. He did not like it in the slightest. But it was too late now, wasn't like he could tell her no anyway. No matter how much he wanted too. He'd been compelled to do whatever she asked him too.
He didn't know that even if he weren't he'd still have to bend to her will. That he really didn't have a choice.
She'd just sentence him to death and he couldn't even protest. Marcella turned from him heading back down the stairs half skipping. Once she reached the base she craned her head to look up at him.
"Oh, and Mason. Don't die. That's an order."
A frown forming at his lips. She wouldn't even grant him that small kindness. He wasn't allowed to die.
Not while he was still useful to her. They were all just playthings after all. Pieces on a board to be moved and sacrificed. Just pawns in whatever game she was playing with them. Mason didn't know how much longer he'd survive while all the cards were stacked in her favor. Even after all this time.
He heaved a heavy sigh and went out to follow her orders.
...
She didn't care. Didn't feel. Which was the greatest feeling of all. No consequences, no guilt, just nothingness. A void. Nothing to lose, nothing to gain. Marcella relished in the feeling. Free. Careless. Yes, this was by far her greatest decision to date.
Well perhaps not the greatest she would contest, because she'd done a lot of great things with her time here. Befriending Damon, killing Katherine, freeing Kol, the list really could go on of the conquest she'd had that were realistically greater than this. However, Marcella found that not caring made all of it rather moot. The possibilities of things she could do now simply because she cared little for their consequence multiplied.
The high was magnificent. She couldn't imagine anything other than being up, the eventual come down, fall, they weren't president in her mind. Weren't important. Marcella downed her ninth shot of tequila before standing from the bar, smiling viciously, victoriously.
"Who do you think you're fooling?" There is something warm about the voice, something kind, and sensister, and conniving. Eyes of blue and gold shifted over slowly to the owner, dragging up and then down the flesh vessel of a beautiful woman.
Soft skin of varying shades of earth, warm eyes the color of greenery after the rain, a knowing damning smile on stained lips. Marcella is reminded of pomegranates and sin. Even in her current mindset the favored daughter could recognize power. Strength of another queen.
She grinned wildly at the ancient queen, taking a quick look around the bar to find it completely empty save for the old bartender. Well then. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Lady of the Underground." Marcella utters rather sarcastically. If she cared, or if she hadn't been entertaining gods her whole like maybe she'd been a little more awestroke more controlled. But as it stood Marcella didn't care.
Emotions, morals, eh who needed them.
The queen of the underworld smiled, just as viciously as the blonde. She saw why those two seemed to favor this girl. Persephone recognized all the same tendencies of the gods in the mere little vampire. Pride, desire, pain, the suffering.
She was just as damned, just as lonely as they were.
"Nothing. You've done nothing. This meeting isn't about what you deserve Marcella. It's about what I want from you." Persephone smirked at the small vampire. To which the blonde just snorted laying the money for her tab on the countertop before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Sorry darlin', not interested." She had no desire to play games with someone who cared even less than she did. Marcella had been warned long ago.
Even now she'd heed that warning. She might not have cared, but for what it was worth she did know better. Marcella wanted freedom, she refused to be anyones plaything.
The old queen watched her walk away, a frown forming on her stained lips. No one walked away from her. "Thanatos." Persephone called out to the bartender and the face of an old man shifted to youth. He regarded the once queen with little interest.
"You wanted to meet her, so I made it happen. Nothing more, nothing less." A proper ending of 'my queen' was missing from his statement. Persephone was reminded that it had been a long time since she was the queen of anything, that she had no power here. The old gods were fading from this world as the strange supernatural started taking over.
New gods would take their place and soon they'd be nothing more than a myth, a faded memory. Only a few from their time would remain. The constants of the universe.
Those chosen by Chaos.
"I see. To think, I could have saved her…" Thanatos rolled his eyes, they slowly drifted to the empty shot glasses on the counter.
He wasn't sure she wanted to be saved. Funny what control and the loss of it would do to a person. Thanatos looked forward to the havoc she was sure to reep. The storm that was coming for them all.
Chaos was coming..
…
The boarding house door slammed open. Damon half heartedly looked up. He knew who it was going to be long before the door nearly came off its hinges. Niklaus Mikealson stood at the entrance ensnared in rage, shoulders tense, teeth gritted together, jaw clenched.
"Yes, sure just come right in." Damon mutters a tad sarcastically under his breath as Klaus stalks over to him.
Damon raises a brow at the original. "Where is Marcella?" Klaus grits out dangerously. Damon shrugs standing from his chair setting the glass down.
"Last I heard she was out dancing on tables and day drinking whole bottles of tequila." He muses dryly and Klaus snarled at his blais tone.
The older man had no doubt that the dark haired companion of hers knew exactly what she'd been up too. Knew how serious her offense, the slight towards him was.
"Surely you know that she's been doing more than dancing on table tops and drinking." Klaus scoffed. Damon refrained from rolling his eyes, so dramatic.
What was a few dead hybrids?
"Actually I haven't heard from Marcella since she decided to swan dive into the pit of emotionless." Klaus growled, he grabbed Damon by the front of his shirt.
The original didn't believe didn't that load of shit in the slightest.
"Don't lie to me Damon Salvatore." Now Damon did roll his eyes, he pushed Klaus off of him.
"When I hear from her I'll let you know." He said with a quirk of his brow and a half committed shrug. Damon wasn't going to call him. Then he gave the original a contemptuous look.
"Now if you would be so kind, get the hell out of my house." Klaus gritted his teeth. Fist clenched at his side.
"On last thing where is my little brother. I've seen hair or hide of him since this started. One would assume he'd be wreaking chaos with Marcella." Damon just shrugged.
"Don't know. Don't care. Your brother is not my problem."
...
Kol will admit that having his neck snapped was not a pleasant experience in the slightest. Furthermore, having his neck snapped by none other than that pesky Salvatore Marcella apparently loved so much made it all the more annoying. Especially when he added the fact that the baby vampire had somehow managed to trap him in this dull cellar. Magic proof, vampire proof, the whole nine yards.
Smart. He'd admit. Damon hadn't taken any chances in ruining all his fun.
Too think all he'd wanted to do was join his queen on her rampage. The carnage they could've wrought together, the sheer volume of bloodshed, it would have been glorious. But no, here he was trapped under the stupid boarding house. Caged.
Had Kol ever mentioned how much he hated being confined, trapped? No. Well he loathed it. Hated being bound with his whole being.
"And here I thought we were getting along nicely mate." Damon's brow rose but that was the only reaction he got from him. Kol smirked, heat in his eyes, damnation on mind.
No matter Marcella's fondness for the dark haired baby vampire there would be retribution. Kol's feelings were hurt, here he thought that the two of them were becoming mates. They'd road tripped, drank their fill, and buried a body together. What else was there? Weren't they meant to be besties at this point?
But then Damon went and committed this atrocity. This really put a damper on the whole budding friendship thing.
"She's not going to be able to protect you from me when I get out of here mate." He sneers at Damon. The former soldier rolled his eyes, crossed his arms over his chest. Unaffected. Clearly he didn't know his place.
A smart knight would dare not disrespect his king.
"Looking forward to it buddy. Now if you don't mind I have to go save the princess." Damon turned his heel and walked away.
He had no doubt that Kol meant what he said. But strange enough he found that he didn't care, Marcella was more important. Right now she didn't need an enabler. God, he hoped she'd forgive him for what he was going to have to do.
She needed someone to stop her. Needed a knight to save her, even if it meant saving her from herself. Even if it meant turning his back on her king. If it meant death, Damon couldn't just let her fall.
He couldn't let her do this to herself. When she realized what she'd done, the consequences, he didn't even want to think about how she'd react then. Without her emotion she didn't care, not yet but she would eventually.
Waging war on Klaus, even if it was just, even if the bastard deserved it. The backlash from it would be devastating. Even if she won. It wouldn't be worth it.
"Did you even ask yourself why!? Why she's doing this?!" The original called out right before the cellar door slammed shut. Damon closed his eyes ran a hand through his scalp, he'd already asked himself that question. It was simple.
"I know why." He whispers. Of course he did, he himself knew better than anyone. Betrayal was a powerful motivator. The real question wasn't why though, it wasn't that easy.. no the real question was a lot harder, had more consequences.
How was she live with herself after this?
Damon didn't know if she could.
XOXOX
So… I'm terribly sorry about the wait. Don't really have an excuse other than life getting in the way. Also just letting you all know that this is the last chapter I'll be posting for a while, it's not the end I swear, and I promise I'm still working on this. I'm just letting you know that it will be a while before I post again… I'll be having my baby soon so my hands will be rather full so it may take a while to update and whatnot.
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