A/n: Hey guys! So, to let you know what's up, the links in the emails for my chapters are all sorts of fucked up and can't be used at all. If you see the notification that my story has updated, give it like thirty minutes and then go to it directly and you should be good to go! If not, wait another thirty and try again. Sorry for the hassle, but no one's responding to my emails.
My other books haven't been updated because I've been working on this one, but they should all have new chapters by the end of the week.
Also, apologizing ahead of time that this somehow became a three-parter, but be prepared for a long chapter.
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Numinous: def. describing an experience that makes you fearful, yet fascinated, awed yet attracted— the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired.
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Chapter 30: Baby Vengeance Isn't As Satisfying.
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Giggling isn't my usual response to flirting—emotions on, or off— but that's how amused I feel at the Mikaelson's dramatic entrance.
Kol slowly rises from his dip down to my hand, releasing my palm with a lingering touch. It just reminds me of how big his hand had felt compared to my hand, and he smirks down at me before turning his head to raise an annoyed brow back at Stefan.
"Oh, you're still here, mate? That was a dismissal. You can go on ahead back to your doppelgänger," he says in that soothing accent spiked with malicious intent, dark eyes narrowing on the hero-haired Salvatore. Stefan turns to me, eyes emotive, as if I'm supposed to be helping him out here.
"You brought her here? Are you trying to make it easier for me?" I ask, not bothering to hide that I threatened him since Kol probably knew about it via his super-hearing. It was a lie, but it go the point across.
"Alessia. Please," he pleads over the thrum of the bass; the song slowly fading into 'Suga Suga' by Baby Bash, and therefore a lot quieter. "We can fix this together."
I feel the bitter edge of murderous rage spike through me, and I'm going to guess that my magic was acting up because the colorful lights started strobing on and off, some even breaking as I was suddenly pulled back from seeing red. Kol grabbed my wrist, and I see that I was unknowingly walking towards Stefan in my anger. Raising my arm and spinning me back towards him, his large hands find purchase on my hips as he smirks down carnivorously at my fuming, but nonetheless surprised form.
"Such spirit," he comments absentmindedly, nearly-black eyes sparkling mischievously. "Would you do me the honor of teaching me how to dance in your time, Alessia? I've been rotting in a coffin for the last century, but I'm a quick learner."
Blinking up in surprise at the handsome Original, I nod when I see the painful twist of Stefan's face at seeing me in his arms. Kol's smirk twists even higher on his darkly handsome face, smugness nearly dripping off his chin as he moves me in front of him towards the dancing mass of the living room. Arm around my waist, he gives a mock-nod of respect to a now pissed Stefan, not saying a word as he steers my body further into the horde.
I see several familiar faces as we go further into the crowd; Damon's, Caroline's, and Bonnie's, to be specific. All further worsening my mood without my consent, making me even more angry. The hand on my waist tightens as we slow to a stop amongst the bright, still flashing lights. The flashing seems to have excited the drunken crowd, them all starting to pair off and dance on each other to the sensual song. Kol spins me around, dark eyes still very amused as he looks at my furrowed brow.
"Don't let the unextraordinary influence you, Alessia Bennett," he advises without prompting, and it makes me raise a brow at him, the flickering of the lights slowing until completely stopping altogether. "You're above their childish antics according to what I've heard of your feats. What a powerful little thing you are."
Fake-smiling back up at him, I fix a wrinkle on his black shirt, feeling the firm muscle under my touch and trying not to admit it gave me tingles.
"Yes, I'm powerful. So don't patronize me, Kol Mikaelson. If you're going to try to manipulate me, at least don't treat me like a puppy," I say as my eyes snap back up to his venomously.
If the Mikaelsons were going to have me working for them, they needed a good, hard slap out of the mindset that witches are batteries for their use. As it stood right now, I am the biggest unidentified threat to the Mikaelson family that ever existed, and I demand at least some sort of respect in our working relationship for that fact alone. I'm not some pet they need to coddle.
I wasn't Davina Claire, I wasn't Emily or Lucy Bennett, and I for damn sure wasn't Greta Martin.
I am Alessia Marie Bennett: one of the strongest Bennett witches to ever exist; if not one of the strongest witches to exist, in general. I wouldn't be treated like a doormat.
Kol's eyes flash with something I can't quite read, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he reaches out to pull me close to him once again. Moving my hands up around his neck, my fingers tangle into the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck nearly without my consent, and I see his barely visible pupils expand as one of his large hands once again fit around my waist, the other moving to clasp my right hand possessively.
We move together, swaying slowly as the song plays, as his dark eyes don't leave mine, peering down at me curiously. "I would never patronize you, darling."
Liar.
My brow raises, "But, you'd manipulate me?"
His thick brow raises, mirroring mine. "Is it manipulation if you're aware of it?"
Kol Mikaelson is a clever bastard.
Said Original leans down further towards me, making my breath hitch as he whispers, "Don't look now, but I do believe those friends of yours are plotting something devious for this evening."
Sighing, I pout up at the tricky Original tiredly, an exasperated roll of my eyes soon following as he looks down at me amusedly.
"It's like they're obsessed with me or something. You say one little thing about killing a doppelgänger and everyone loses their heads," I groan with a backwards tilt of my head. Kol's gaze hungrily focuses on the column of my throat, but otherwise he's undistracted as he twirls me around once more.
"You're trying to kill the doppelgänger?" His dark eyes flash dangerously, promising nothing but trouble as he twirls me to where my back hits against his chest, leaning down to my other ear as he finishes, "How curious. Why might that be?"
"The great Kol Mikaelson doesn't know already?" I ask with an upward tilt of my chin, the new angle placing our faces much closer together, much to my racing heart's dismay.
God, he's hot.
His smirk turns rueful, an overwhelming look of sarcastic woe washing over his face in a way that made me feel like this was how Kol mocked his victims. "I'm afraid everyone in this nowhere town seems to be tight-lipped about who you are. Whether it's in respect of who you are to my brothers, or because no one has the answers I want, I can't seem to find what I'm looking for. Care to assist a begging man?"
His thick brow raises again in challenge, and me, somewhat amused that no one was talking about my existence, smile brightly up at him. "Well that depends. What all have you heard about me, Kol?"
The song fades to silence once again, and all I hear momentarily are the whoops and hollers of the party cheering drunkenly, everyone having hare-brained fun as I danced with one of the oldest vampires on the planet.
The large hand covering mine guides me back into his chest, but much closer than before as the music starts again, a Latin beat that I don't know. The way he lowers his face to mine, staring deeply into my eyes with an almost lighthearted curiosity is undercut by the savagery in it. A bizarre balance of crazy and intrigue hovered in that brown gaze of his— it would be consuming if I wasn't careful.
How many witches have thrown away their lives over that pretty face, I wonder.
"Alessia Bennett: cheerleader, witch, older sister and previous mentor to Bonnie Bennett. You used to be a part of that little rebel group of the Salvatore's to protect the doppelgänger. Dead until just recently, you were a witch who partnered with Elijah to try and take down Nik before I woke up. You died before you got to see my brother abandon your cause for his family," Kol pauses briefly, noting my lack of reaction at the trauma rehash, spinning me out and back into his strong arms with a smirk as he releases my hand, sending chills up my spine as his hand runs down my back to join the other on my hips.
Be careful, Alessia, Dahlia warns. Kol isn't known for his kindness.
"Devastatingly beautiful," he nonchalantly adds, making my eyes snap to his, not knowing whether I believe him or not as I feel heat pool in my stomach at his hungry look.
Kol doesn't stop, "Extremely intelligent. Bloodthirsty. And it's no stretch for me to include that you are an exceedingly talented witch."
Nodding my head, I acquiesce, glancing a bit around the party surrounding us as we spin. My eyes lock on a pair of cold blue ones over Kol's shoulder, Damon's cold glare fierce as his eyes meet mine.
Smirking, I flutter my eyes back up to Kol, coy smile on my lips when an intrigued glint enters his predatory gaze. "I am all those things. What else could you want to know?"
"What it would take to get you to kill this party and leave here with me," Kol answers with a roguish grin.
Curiosity peaking, and nearly forgetting that I'm at my birthday party in the first place as the alcohol starts to hit me, my brows both raise in surprise at Kol as I spin out of his arms, moving to dance on my own.
"I said not to patronize me," I sigh sweetly over the noise, rotating my hips along to the rhythm of the music as my hands fluff up my copper curls, letting the back of my neck breathe. Kol's eyes are locked on my body, watching my every move as if hypnotized. "Why would I leave my own birthday party at your request?"
He watches me sway for a moment more before moving back in on me like a hungry shark honing in on it's victim. Kol's hands remind me a bit of the vines that used to grow along our old backyard, twining as they press against my lower back to bring me closer to him— whether I want to or not. At least until he pauses with an annoyed arch of his brow as someone coughs next to us.
Lo and behold, Tyler Lockwood has made his way through the crowd, all protective werewolf instincts and pupil-blown raging testosterone.
Oh, perfect.
Crossing his large, tanned, muscular arms, a couple of people turn are way at the interruption, Kol in particular grinning at my ex-friend with a look suggesting murder.
"This guy giving you trouble, Lessia?" Tyler asks gruffly, looking just about ready to yank me out of Kol's hold himself if I didn't answer quickly.
Which would only end badly because Kol is fucking nuts and is always looking for a fight; and if he kills Tyler at my party, then I'll have to make more of that stupid memory potion that burned my hand earlier, and I'll have to bleach the carpet of the stains Tyler's corpse leaves behind. Ew.
Placing a hand firmly on Kol's shoulder, I squeeze the firm, suit-painted muscle under my hands twice so he turns to look at my faux soft smile. I step out from his possessive hold once again, disentangling myself from his arms and taking a step towards Tyler without breaking eye contact with Kol.
"Duty calls, Mr. Mikaelson," I say stepping forward and reaching an apathetic hand out towards Tyler who grabs it promptly; illiciting the exact dark look that I want to see pass Kol's eyes. "I need to mingle. See ya when I see ya."
Turning away from the flirty psycho, I steer Tyler in-between the dancing swarm of people spilling alcohol in my living room, unaware of the carnivorous pair of dark eyes watching me guide us both out the front door. My magic literally feels like lightning under my skin at this much stimulus. Maybe the party wasn't such a genius idea.
Body cooling quickly in the February weather, I see a practically snarling Tyler join my side on the third floor railing.
I pull out the raspberry lollipop I swiped from a bowl in the kitchen, yanking off the wrapper, and popping it in my mouth as the Lockwood werewolf exhaled loudly through his nose. I don't listen to what he goes off about, instead snatching his phone from his pocket and scrolling through the contacts to message someone with a quick, 'lemme borrow this.'
If she wasn't available I'd have to go out and do it myself.
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Msg: Hey it's Alessia. Where r u?
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After I hit send, Tyler attempts to grab his phone from my hand, but I swipe my finger down, letting my magic knock him out cold on the concrete. His body collapses with a thud onto my heel, and I roll my eyes, kicking him off the toe of my shoe before feeling a buzz in my hand.
Glancing down I see that she's messaged me back promptly.
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From: Vicki
Msg: Hey! Heard ab the whole dying thing, nice to have you back. I'm in town to see Mattie. Y?
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Grinning, I quickly reply.
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Msg: U still w Jeremy? If not, feel like fucking with Elena Gilbert?
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I don't have to wait long for the reply.
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From: Vicki
Msg: Fuck the Gilberts. When and where?
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The smile on my face is 100% genuine for the first time all day.
With that, I swipe my magic and slump Tyler against the railing like he's passed out drunk before strutting back into the bass-thrumming apartment. He had been a bit annoying with Kol, so he could sleep out here tonight.
I'm sure he'll be fine, or someone'll take him home at some point, I think to myself as I message Vicki Donovan the details to my epic birthday party finisher. Tyler Lockwood was no longer my responsibility.
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Getting back into my own party is a lot more difficult then going out of it, apparently. Bumping against several bodies, I have murder on my mind when one girl's particular shoulder shoves hard against mine, her blonde head immediately snapping to me apologetically before freezing.
"Aless," Caroline gasps, blue eyes wide and not quite surprised, but definitely spooked. Her voice is much easier to hear in the quieter entry hallway.
"Caroline," I nod back cordially before moving to continue through, not particularly caring why she had that nervous look in her cornflower blue gaze. If they all had some pathetic little coup planned for my party, they were free to try and come at me.
Everyone here and more would be collateral damage for their mistake.
A soft hand reaches out, grabbing my arm, and I turn back apathetically to face my ex-blonde hurricane. Blinking at the sudden shiver down my spine, I squint at Caroline before snatching her hand and probing my magic through her more directly. This all confirms my suspicions and I raise my brows at the realization that Caroline Forbes in her adorable minidress was also a brand new vampire.
"You died?" I ask curiously, raising a brow at her.
She's surprised at the question as to her well-being, blinking her doll-like eyes before nodding with a bit of a breathless laugh, "Subtle, Aless. But, yeah. I was killed when Mason Lockwood first came to town. He turned during the ritual where we were supposed to kill Klaus, and I didn't get him to the bunker in time."
Hm.
"That must've hurt. Well, at least you weren't staked by Damon," I attempt to sympathize, quickly giving up halfway. Caroline's eyes widen, alarmed at what I've said, but I brush her confusion off with a wave of my hand turning back to walk away. "Whoopsies. Spoilers," I tease as Caroline moves to join my side, not taking the hint and walking alongside me towards the kitchen through the neon lights and now weed-smelling hazy, humid air.
"Alessia, I just need to tell you something, and then I'll quit ruining your birthday," she hastily rushes out, and I can see her eyes water. They're large, blue, pretty, and heartbroken as they pierce mine, and most of all, honest.
Staring hard in her eyes for any signs of treachery, I pause my steps in the small space between the end of my hall and the kitchen, motioning for her to continue.
"Okay, Care," I say in a fake chipper tone, mocking her eagerness to speak to me. "Guess I have time for one thing. The fuck do you want, and while we're at it, the fuck is the rest of the group doing here?"
She blinks wildly, clearly confused and nervous as she scans the limited view of the , "The group is here?"
My brows immediately furrow. Why wouldn't she know? Did they not tell her?
Careful, Lettie hums. Could be a trap. Wouldn't want to be caught gullible twice.
"You didn't know.." I finally hum to myself after a beat.
"What? No! I stopped all the Doppelgänger stuff after I died. I wanted to come and apologize for everything that happened," she pauses, noting my slightly surprised, but still narrowing eyes before quickly inserting, "I'm.. kinda blacklisted now, too. But, I'm not here to feel sorry for myself. You need to know that when we voted on who to save that day, my vote went to you."
Oh.
A stark mental note that the war council is probably still a thing that the group used to make decisions, so votes were still a thing.
This did leave me feeling slightly complicated, however, because if she's telling the truth, her crime isn't as severe as I first thought. The small, albeit minuscule part of me that wanted to hope that she meant what she said was distracted when the music was suddenly cut off. Lo and behold, it's Damon Salvatore with two cops in front of my sound system, the cocky bastard dangling the plug.
"This party is officially shut down!" He calls out into the now completely silent house. "If you don't want your ID checked, you have fifteen seconds to exit the house!"
My eyes narrow sharply, glad that I had expedited that favor from Vicki. Caroline looks around the room confused as teenagers all flood out of the apartment, despite the essentials. Obviously, Caroline and I were here, but a survey of the room revealed several familiar faces leftover that I hadn't expected. Kol is up by the speakers, hovering darkly over a scared-looking Bonnie while sneaking an eye around the room, winking at me when he spots my form. Stefan is on the opposite end of the room from Elena, the skank, and I can sense tension from here. I jump slightly when Elijah Mikaelson appears at mine and Caroline's side, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit and assessing the situation quickly, his mouth setting in a firm line.
Klaus Mikaelson is leaned up against my kitchen island, sniffing at the jungle juice briefly before scowling, instead grabbing the hundred-proof vodka and pouring himself two shots before noticing that the house has cleared out.
Caroline and I glance at each other briefly, both with furrowed brows of confusion, and I'm nearly certain that she also has no idea what's going on here. Damon turns, clapping the two middle-aged cops on the shoulder with a cold smirk, clearly meaning business.
"Go on and head home guys! Thanks for the assistance!" He calls mock-cheerfully as the two men walk out, and that's when I pinch my nose in annoyance. My dumb ass hadn't seen the obvious sign that the two were actually compelled idiots in cop costumes: the giant badge on the hat. Real cops don't have those.
I quickly feel my temper rising and decide that Klaus had the right idea, reaching onto the bar behind me and quickly opening a fresh bottle of whiskey, downing several gulps before looking at everyone who had their eyes on me.
Maybe that would give me enough patience to calmly adapt to these fucking infants ruining my birthday party at eleven at night.
"Start explaining why you've all ruined my resurrection party before I start ripping off limbs," I vehemently threaten, whiskey burning the back of my throat.
Elena Gilbert steps forward slowly—well, at least more towards the center of the room where the power players of Mystic Falls could listen to her, large doe eyes filled with a pathetic sort of pity that makes my stomach churn.
"Alessia, please. I know you hate me, but the destruction needs to stop. Let us help you. It's not too late for us to get back to how it used to be," she says slowly like she's talking to a screaming infant. My eyes narrow further and the lights start to flicker as I let out a harsh forced laugh, smiling at her.
"You're really going to bring up our drama in front of the Originals? Nice to see my death didn't change your propensity to make everything about you. Oh, and that my sister is too scared to talk for herself to her angry big sister. Not much has changed at all," I quip, and I see Bonnie wince, looking at the floor and not even having enough respect for me to look me in the eye when I challenge her. Rolling my eyes at my sister's lack of spine, I turn with an arch of my brow to the Mikaelson brothers.
"I recall giving one of you an invitation. What brings three celebrities to a humble eighteen year-old witch's b-day party?" I ask, glancing between the three darkly handsome brothers.
"I overheard Miss Elena discussing the occasion at length with your little sister this afternoon," Klaus replies with his adorable British lilt, stormy blue eyes piercing mine as he walks from the kitchen towards me at the entrance of the hallway. Elena and Bonnie's eyes lock, clearly alarmed at this news and proving the truth in Klaus' story.
His eyes look me up and down, and I'm starting to realize that this type of hungry gaze is a Mikaelson trait. "The temptation to meet you finally, Miss Bennett, was too great to bear. And so, here I am," he finishes with a spread of his arms, the movement cocky on it's own.
Kol moves next, turning away from Bonnie to narrow his eyes at his brother briefly, realizing that Elijah must've been the recipient of the invite. "I was invited by a pretty little thing in town today. Awful chatty, but she made for a good snack."
Damon rolls his pretty blue eyes, "We get it. You're the psycho Mikaelson."
Kol moves to get at Damon for the prodding, but I don't have time for their childish dick-measuring contest, so I clench my fist along Kol's shadow, holding him still. Albeit, furiously still. It's significantly more difficult than I thought to hold an Original in place, but it was not too big of an ache.
Stepping further towards them with a sway of my hips and an unamused smirk on my face, I glower at Damon and see him swallow, probably remembering what I did to him at the Grill. Clenching my other fist, I close my magic in around Elena, lifting her in the air threateningly as Bonnie attempts to shoot magic my way, me diverting it with a lift of my magic and causing a sizeable dent to appear in the ceiling.
I start slowly choking her and even Klaus and Elijah have started to move towards me, obviously wanting to protect their brother's curse cure. I release Kol, turning my hand to halt them with a firm look. "Do not take another step closer or I'll snap her feeble little neck."
Why did they always bring her to these dangerous meetings? She's literally the reason they live for; why would they bring me the perfect leverage against literally everyone in this room?
Elijah raises a hand, not taking another step but his eyes are firm on mine. "Alessia. We have an agreement."
Both my brows raise, a look of mock-surprise making me drop my mouth open in a dramatic gasp before I pause, looking at the elder Original sarcastically. "Oh, wait. There's no part of our agreement that guarantees the doppelgänger's safety. If you want me to leave her in one piece, get this goof troop off my fucking back before I snap her spine."
There's a few beats of silence when I hear it.
"Alessia Marie Bennett!"
Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.
Turning around towards the front door, there Rudy Bennett stands, as angry and authoritative as ever. He huffs, walking further into the room, right in front of me with disappointment written all over his aging brown face.
"Ah, dad," I sigh apathetically, rolling my eyes at the drama of this all. I didn't even want the stupid party anymore, I just wanted to feel satisfied and go to bed. "Wonderful time for you to come back from your proverbial trip to get milk. Here to try and shame me into being Glinda the Good Witch, I assume?"
His dark, aged eyes pierce mine, and while I see the fatherly affection, I know for a fact that he has none of the fatherly commitment. This is manifesting into a soap opera of colossal proportions, and not only is it embarrassing in front of the Originals, it's vastly irritating on my birthday. With a rough swallow of another gulp of whiskey, I venomously look my father in the eyes, feeling a downward spiral of rage coming on.
"Alessia, this magic— baby, it's messing with your head. I told your Grams that I didn't want this to happen to you two, and I will not let you spiral now," he firmly says in his deep, growly voice.
One I hadn't heard in over six months.
"Lovely," I scoff, "You get to come in running as my father figure after I'm legally an adult. Have you done anything competent in your adult life?" I pause, raising my hand to stop him from talking as my hip cocks drunkenly and my fury rolls in like a thunderstorm, turning to face Damon with an annoyed scowl on my face.
"This is your big plan to get me on the straight and narrow again? God, you guys are pathetic," I groan, turning instead to the Mikaelsons.
"Elena's not gonna die right now, and I'm not going to rough her up.. much," I admit with a shrug, and Klaus' stormy blues glower at me. "All I'm doing is establishing boundaries. Feel free to enjoy the show if you'd like, but I wouldn't recommend trying to stop me."
There's a knock at the door and a buzz from the phone in my hand, and I smile, turning away from the Mikaelsons. In particular, a very huffy Klaus Mikaelson who didn't seem happy that I had told them what to do. Although, none of them really looked like they did. I move and open the door, revealing Vicki Donovan with a large roll-in suitcase at the door.
She looks much better, hazel eyes alert and focused as she smiles brightly at me, wrapping me in a one-armed hug, much to my surprise. Quickly releasing me, she finally takes in my face, noting the tension in the room. "Oh, you've roped me into something, haven't you?"
My eyes harden, me not wanting to hurt her, but really needing to take care of this aching need for at least a sliver of revenge against Elena Gilbert. "Just leave, Vicki. No need to be any more involved than you already are," I say with a pleasant smile, grabbing the handle of the heavy suitcase with my magic and levitating it inside.
Her eyes are suspicious, but at the challenging arch of my brow, she firmly decides to exit the scene. "I hope you know what you're doing, Bennett," she says before vanishing, and I chew on that thought for a minute.
Then, I realize that I do know exactly what I'm doing.
Turning and closing the door, I swipe and make my suitcase land with a groan on my couch, everyone's eyes on it as I do so. Hopping on top of the suitcase and smirking at the painful grunt I hear, I cross my legs in my silk dress, thoroughly enjoying the drama of this reveal. Everyone besides Elena and Bonnie's eyes narrowed on the suitcase, probably recognizing the voice of the person inside.
Elena panics when Stefan, Damon, and Caroline's eyes widen horrifically at the realization of 'what's in the box.' "What's wrong?!" She asks urgently, eyes quickly glancing for any sign of an answer from any of the vampire's faces.
"It's my birthday present to me, Elena. You in pain. And I picked the most poetic way to do it, if I do say so myself," I say dramatically, hopping off the suitcase and pushing my magic to open the zippers.
Jenna Sommers pops out of the suitcase, presumably Vicki's blood coating her lips and gasping as she clutches her throat. Elena's doe eyes widen cartoonishly in terror as she spots her roughed-up aunt. Stefan and Damon both step forward to stop me, but two of the pencils on the kitchen table fly up in front of their chests, threateningly pushing them back in place as it pokes the skin above their hearts.
Elena's eyes are watering, and it's just as gratifying as I thought it would be, a part of my soul soothing a bit at the sight of her hurting. Kol Mikaelson appears to be absolutely delighted with the turn out of events; as opposed to his brother, Elijah, who was glancing between both me and Elena with vaguely concerned eyes. Well, as concerned as the stonewall that is Elijah Mikaelson would look amongst strangers who couldn't know his weaknesses.
Bonnie looked absolutely horrified, as if she couldn't believe this was happening—that I was doing this. But, I was. Klaus Mikaelson on the other hand looks amused, almost a bit relieved that I'm only harming his doppelgänger psychologically rather than actually risking his chances of becoming a hybrid. And my father, well.. my father looked like any father who's discovered his child is a murderous sociopathic witch— broken-hearted.
"Obviously, I don't need to explain the stakes here, but I'd like to take a moment to truly relish the look of suffering on your pretty little face, Elena," I say with a genuine smile; albeit, a malicious one. "It's nice to have a taste of that before I actually finish you off. I'll have to keep this in mind for then."
"Lessy," my sister pleads, finally stepping forward and meeting my eye, arms open as tears roll down her cheeks. "I know I messed up, but please, don't take it out on Elena. She doesn't deserve this."
I blink indifferently to her pleas, completely set on what I was about to do, when Elena steps closer towards me, hands shaking as she looks at me with hate in her eyes. "Don't do this, Alessia. Please, I'm begging you," she sobs, and my lip curls in disgust when she snivels, "I'm sorry for everything I ever did or said to you but please don't take Jenna from us."
Jenna has finally come to towards the end of Elena's begging, and she starts to struggle in her duct tape bonds when I lift to fingers up, holding her by her neck to where she's gasping. Collateral damage.
"You know," I say faux-thoughtfully, tapping a finger to my pouty lips as I deliberate to the hopeful, dopey look on Elena's face, "I thought maybe if I felt moved at all by your pleas, I'd let her go with a warning, just this once," the hope in Elena's eyes dies as she looks on in horror at her aunt. I twist my hand hard and Jenna's neck snaps hard to the right with a loud crack, sending pleasant chills down my spine.
Elena gasps in horror, but I just smile pleasantly as Jenna's human corpse falls off the edge of the couch, knowing full well that now vampire!Jenna was on the way and she was completely unaware of the supernatural in the first place.
"Too bad for Jenna," I say apathetically.
Maybe now Elena would learn that there are consequences to her actions.
And if not, then next time we'd rip Jeremy's heart out make her eat it.
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A/n: Again, sorry! See you for part 3!
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