Chapter 6

Without you

The fire was lit all around causing the room to heat up, mirrors foggy as she got used to the modern contraptions. Her womanly curves slid into the heated tub, feeling Kol lurking behind her. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at her curves. The fire casting a large shadow on his face, as he leaned against the doorway. Gazing from her elegant legs to the curls on her back, like if darkness surrounded her and her face was the beautiful moon that hung in the sky. Giving light to the darkest of creatures, guiding them through the darkness. With demons of her own behind the supple red lips and striking features that left you breathless.

"Brother, I know your there." Her curls being destroyed by the persistent water, as she sunk further and further into the tub. Feeling safe now that she sensed him behind her, her eyes fluttering closed. Hoping it would cleanse the demons lurking behind, in the dark crevices of her mind. The mirage of distorted images of men swirling around, causing her to grip the edge of the tub, knuckles turning white. That she heard the slow purposeful steps of his shoes hit against the ground, shadow moving closer and closer.

Something had changed and his darkness calling to the fingerlike tendrils in her heart, feeling his very soul creeping into her veins, that her blood sung like a banshee. But couldn't quite access the memories locked behind the very thin veil it was if something or someone was stopping her from opening it. And a pang hit her in the heart noticing every time Kol's gaze would linger upon her, sensing the sadness radiate off of him as he looked at her. The mirage image of his sharp features so similar to hers entered her mind as she lay in the water. It was all new and exciting, hoping to bond with Rebekah after the much heated tension from the night before. Although she didn't trust Niklaus as far as she could throw him for he was snake slithering in the grass. But now she could feel him behind, watching her every movement, she would of thought to be disgusted, or ashamed, but instead the flesh on her bones hummed with every passing second that she threw her head back against the cold metal. Exposing her long caramel swan neck, a smile on her lips.

"Sister, I do not lurk" he replied cheekily. His long fingers twisting in her hair as he kneeled beside the bathtub, her beauty astonishing as he gazed from the curves of her lips, those same dark eyes reflecting back into his, and those limbs that curl around his waist as she fell apart from his sinful touches that he would bestow upon her skin, worshipping her like the goddess she was.

Their tainted souls became dark and torn as they were separated once again due to his dreadful family. That he had to remain calm before scaring his Santi, the very soul that led him to rip apart countries and burn them down in her very name. Making the Mikaelson name feared and respected throughout the world. Grabbing the cloth and dragged it along her skin, washing the grime and dirt off her skin, his touches possessive and tender as he took his time to wash every crevice, bloodied nails, and dried blood on her thighs. Effortlessly the dark soil and dried blood slid into the clear water, causing her to moan in delight as he washed her. Like he probably has done for the last thousand years. Feeling the brush of his skin along her flesh as he washed her with the utmost care. Till he released her locks and focused on making her clean, bloodless, and his again with the simplest of touches. Every touch on her body made something ignite beneath the layers of self-hatred, loneliness, and years of abuse upon her crevices, eliciting moans of content as she lay in the murky water. A smile dancing in the flames as he watched her give control over to him, knowing her mind was plagued with demons and distorted that he happily obliged and took care of her. Everything in service for the this girl laying in the murky mirage, as he caressed her skin with the cloth. His hand delving in between her thighs, her soft skin felt heavenly as he moved his fingers to her folds, eliciting a loud moan from her red lips.

Her screams echoing into the trees as lighting boomed in the dark night, the brush of the leaves hitting her legs as she ran through the trees, the echoes of her feet hitting the soil while her dark hair whipped behind her. The dark trees surrounded her as she ran, turning her head to the source of light behind her as her lungs burned with fervor. The lighting only giving enough light to display the darkness of her skin and the dark shadows ringing her eyes. Fear oozing out of her pores as she felt the brush of their breath hitting her shoulder and that only made her run faster. But through the dark trees and the light of her life hanging in the balance as she ran, she saw a woman older than she was, hiding in the trees. Hair tucked in a cream bonnet, an amber crystal hanging around her neck, and along period dress that belonged in a museum. Made her stop momentarily as she tried to get a better look at the women, thunder boomed in the trees, only enough to catch 'their coming' from her ominous lips. That she tripped and fell from a fallen branch, her palms wet and dirty as she got to her feet only to collide with…

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she shot up and small drops fell on her hand that she realized it was blood, her blood pouring down her cheeks. The last thing she remembered was an old tomb, rotten and fading into the past and the chilling words that made her shiver as fear etched on to her dark features. Bringing her knees into her chest as the thunder boomed in the morning light making her jump. That she realized she was in those very same woods, soil clinging to her palms and the blood that hummed beneath the soil, underneath the many years of mulch, dirt, and leaves rained down upon the battered old tomb. Only to see the same woman from her dreams whispering, only for her voice to pierce the air around her, that her dirtied hands came to her ears, but it was useless.

"Its coming!" rang through the woods, the very dark trees as death clung to the soil, reaping and sowing since before the founders settled upon this land like it was their own, their right. Pillaging and raping the land where it rested. Dark magic swirling in the air like a barrier around the fallen stones as it seeped into her bones and flesh.

Making her afraid to even touch the humming pulse that came alive against the trees while fear seeped into her bones and into her very heart, eyes flickering to the rotting tomb.

"Their coming."

Faint giggles could be heard all around as it brushed through the trees and well everywhere, her head glancing all around and found nothing except the faint voice of her ancestor.

"Their coming."