Young God by Halsey : "I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight"
Searing pain crawled in my skin like fiery inferno, igniting me from the inside-out. I remember the fire, and the smell of burning corpse, Niklaus standing before it with a blank face. The fire.
The nightmare woke me covered in sweat, heart beating rapidly and gasping for air as if I've emerged from the seas after drowning. I assured myself that it was nothing but a nightmare, a lie I would like to believe, knowing that it had been a memory. Memories may be easy to forget in the passage of time, but pain isn't - it's almost impossible to run from it, in full honesty. That is why I don't wonder why vampires are considered monsters, that is what happens when you live an immortal life.
Running a hand through my dark locks, I've decided that sleep just wasn't for me this night, or any other night, for that matter. Stretching my tired body, I padded barefoot in the mansion like it was my first night all over again. As if I was a child once more, roaming through the eeri mansion looking for adventure. I came across Hayley's room, the door was slightly ajar and I saw her sitting restlessly in the bed. "Praying, I see?" I muse leaning against the door's frame, snapping her head in my direction she whispered, "No," with a sigh, before leaning back on the head board, fumbling with her hands. "You look like something is in you head." I observed her, tired eyes and chapped lips, that let our another sigh before she told me of what happened before I came.
"You tried to kill it." That much was understandable to anyone, "You could've save yourself a whole world of trouble this family seems to carry with them, but you hesitated." I smiled, sitting in her bed as the woman contemplated my words. "If you had the chance..." she began, looking at her fumbling hands, "Would you have done it." I was silent, like her contemplating the question. A thousand years ago, it would have seemed like a dream come true, straight out of a fairy tale. But it isn't a thousand years ago anymore...
"You know," I replied, avoiding the question. "Klaus...he isn't the nicest man but this, I can assure you, he only has the best intentions for the child." I guess in my heart, that would've been the answer to a lot of questions. A thousand years ago, it would've been a dream come true; and a thousand years later that is something I continue to hold onto.
"How would you know?"
"He wouldn't do unto his child, what has been done to him," I assured her before standing up to leave. I frown, when I turn my back on her, how bitter sweet. Hayley was loving, a fighter, and yet people with those things in them, tend to die at our touch.
The sun was not to rise in a few hours, and my escapade brought me to the library. The door was slightly ajar and in it was Nik, looking out the window, and bourbon on his hand. He was so lost in his thoughts, even as I only saw his back I knew he was drowning in paranoia as to the stiffness of his shoulders. Leaning against the door frame, I thought of when we were children: when the monsters of our lives was nothing more but Mikael and those lurking in the dark...
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Leaning my dress to the knee, I ran in the waters. Closing my eyes to listen to its flow, splashing against the rocks and the cool as contrast to my skin. "Come Nik! The water does not bite nor are there any monsters to drown you," I teased turning to the boy. He looked tempted to play, but there was hesitation to his blue eyes with a tint of fear. "And what it father catches us? You know he does not like it when I play." He glanced at the trees, to the hidden path that we used, afraid that Mikael might have followed us.
I walked towards him, a hand outstretched, "He won't know," I told him as he looked at me with the intensity of trust. "No one will," I whispered as he took my hand and we both ran in the shallow waters, splashing and soaking each other.
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"What are you thinking about?" Sighting, he drank his glass before turning to me. "This - New Orleans, my plans, my child," he answered, looking through me with those blue eyes that seemed to get darker as you stare at it even more. "Talk to Hayley," I blurt out, making him furrow his brows but nevertheless turned his back on me, "Nik, she is the mother of your child. Not just some werewolf that will give you a child." I spoke in a calm way, only he can make me do that. It seems that I've lost it for a long time. If I wasn't almost drunk, my veins poisoned with alcohol, then I'd be joking, no matter how dire the situation. There was only so much that I could laugh at.
"You think I don't know that?" He said with a hard voice, turning to me. Rolling my eyes, I walked towards him, glaring as I crossed arms in my chest that made me feel like a scolding mother. "I know, you of all people know that. It just slides from your mind from time to time." The hybrid looked reluctant, contemplating his next words as if walking on egg shell, that it made me smile. "You make it hard to love you, Nik..." I whisper, before walking towards the door. The sun is about to rise in a few minuets, I can almost hear the birds chirp outside, ready to welcome another day.
"Charlotte," He called out, halting me in my tracks, "A thousand years ago, I wondered why we were friends. A thousand years later, I wonder why you stay." Chuckling I continue on my walk, without a reply.
Nik makes it hard to love him, but not impossible.
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© I don't own CW's "The Originals" or any of the characters, except my OCs. All rights go to their respective owners.
© to DarellyLucero for making this awesome cover :D
