Chapter-6-Let it out

Natasya's POV

It was dark, the sun had finally settled and moon hung solemnly in the sky. There no were stars that blessed the dark sky tonight. The moon, the lonely luminescent observer of the night. Natasya knelt on the cold ground as she plucked lavender from the ground. The beautiful doe she'd met early on that day was staring at her curiously. She smiled at her companion. To be honest that doe was the only good company she'd had all day. It was not often that Natasya was presented with the chance to be social, the times that she was, she usually particularly hated the person she was presented with. Those cruel bastards had attacked and brutalised a child. Pathetic. And those imbecilic morons had shot this gorgeous doe.

The only human company and actual conversation she'd had in six years was the Mikaelson boy. Interesting boy. Determined, driven by vengeance, raised by an abusive father. And had two absolutely moronic siblings. And a bitch of a Mother. He was curious about things, and he knew when he should be afraid. Not like the other men of this village, who were ashamed to be afraid of Natasya. Though she was very aware of the fact that Kol was a scoundrel, constantly sleeping around. She rose from the ground and dropped the lavender in her basket. Natasya clenched her fist. She had no idea what Niklaus and Tatiana had told Esther. She wanted to tear them to pieces. She wanted to burn their remains, curse the ashes and then throw them Esther's face, while slaughtering her husband and her oh so good friend Ayana.

Natasya began to pace along the icy floor. It was cold here in the winter; very cold. Her homeland was cold too, but the people of her homeland where far more advanced than the people of this village. Natasya thought back to what Niklaus and Tatiana might've have said to Esther. Now because of that incident, it was imperative that Kol did not fail in his task. "He'll complete the task. Of course he will. He is far too desperate to learn magic not to." Natasya said reassuringly to herself.

The screams and grunting coming from her house interrupted her trail of thought. Natasya grinned; she arrived back at her house, to see Edward Jacobson still in the chair she'd bound him to. He clearly had not realised that there was a way to escape the bindings- people were no fun when they were helpless. The moment he saw her, he started hurling insults her way. "Release me at once wench, or you shall suffer the consequences, you filthy whore." He spat.

Natasya laughed. "Oh? Is it I who is tied to a chair awaiting my punishment?"

"LISTEN TO ME. I have done nothing that deserves punishment! You stupid bitch, my father will make you suffer for this…" His tirade was cut off as Natasya slapped him across the face, causing an angry red mark to appear across his cheek.

A dangerous glint appeared in her eye as she spoke. "NO, you will listen to me bastard. If you would like to walk out of here with your life then you will shut up, and wait for our guest to arrive. You are a bully, and I do not take well to bullies. You are on thin ice. Besides I do not fear arrogant, pathetic men such as you." Natasya placed a hand on his knee and dug her nails into his flesh; Edward responded with a soft whimper, she looked up to see his face, tears pooled in his eyes. Natasya smiled.

"Do not worry my love you can cry with me. I will not judge you, for your mortal weaknesses." She said sweetly. She removed her hand from his knee and examined the blood that now stained her golden skin. Edward spat a mouth full of salvia in Natasya's face. She felt her anger spike causing her eyes to show burning hatred. She'd forgotten how much she disliked these villagers.

Leaning over to grab the dagger from the nearby table, she glared at the bastard. He was smirking clearly rather pleased with himself so in the blink of an eye she had buried the dagger in his thigh. Edward screamed. It was particularly piercing noise that did a very good job at expressing the agony she had obviously caused him. Natasya was fed up with this mortal, he was very whinny. With a flick of a wrist she knocked him unconscious. That was better. Hopefully when he woke this time he'd spend more time trying to escape than talking. To be damned honest she loved giving her hostages a chance to run. It made it all the more entertaining to chase them. And certainly made it all the more satisfying when she killed them.

Kol's POV

Trailing Finn was far easier than Kol would have thought. He did not check behind him, he never stopped to see if any footsteps seemed to follow him. It was as if he was oblivious that there were people in this world, or even in this village that would love to hurt precious Finn. I would certainly love to hurt Mother's little angel. Besides, though it was careless of Finn, it made things incredibly easier for Kol.

Finn (unknowingly) led Kol into the North east of the village, there wasn't much here in terms of housing and market trade. It was mostly all were farmers kept their livestock and grew crops. However up ahead after they passed a gathering of trees, a barn came into view. It was small; so small that it was of no use to farmers to care for their livestock in. But outside of the barn was ignited with candle light and a thick ring of salt that was barely visible in the snow marked the ground. Witches were already beginning to gather, conversing about mentoring and magic.

Kol edged back to the clearing of trees, as long as he could see them, he would be able to hear them from the button fastened to his tunic. And at least here no one would see him, giving him the perfect escape; though he said a silent prayer to any god that was listening that there would be no late arrivals, or he would surely be caught.

When he heard his Mother call silence to everyone in the group he knew the meeting had begun. "Before we begin I would like to welcome the newest members of our family." You are all exceptional young witches, and I wish you all the best of luck in your training over the coming months."

Even though no one could see him, Kol rolled his eyes- Exceptional my ass. Trivial pleasantries were exchanged and all the students were introduced to the coven- which was a gross waste of time considering everyone already knew each other-though it was helpful to Kol as he couldn't actually see any of them. After what felt like hours (when in reality it was about ten minutes) Ayana began to speak and Kol knew he was about to hear the good stuff.

"The first thing that must be discussed is the upcoming festival to celebrate the New Year; we are in need of volunteers to aid us while we perform the ritual to bless the New Year…."

Unfortunately Kol was wrong; the entire meeting seemed to have nothing that he thought would please Natasya. All they'd gone about was the events that they always did annually and that they needed a few more people to go into the woods and collect herbs. It was beyond pointless and boring. Kol sighed.

"Now onto more pressing matters." Ayana said, concern seeping its way into her voice. "As you all know, on the last full moons past the werewolves having been coming increasingly closer to the village, the warriors cannot force them back, it is up to us to find a solution. I request all of you to consider this before the next meeting and please come to see either myself or one of the other elders if you believe that you can aid us, in our quest to protect this village." Ayana paused. "I mean not you scare you, you are not in danger of the creatures, so long as you escape to the safety of the caves when the next full moon comes. And ensure that everyone that you know retreats to the safety of the caves, and if you know of anyone, friend or foe, who wants to say in the village to see the werewolves, reports them to one of us immediately, to save unnecessary bloodshed." Ayana concluded with special emphasis on bloodshed. Kol could hear the other elders murmur in agreement.

"The final matter that we must burden you with is about the lady who haunts the woods." As Esther said those words the audience gasped. It wasn't like Kol didn't understand their fear. That woman was terrifying just to think of. Imagine if they met her. The way she acted did not exactly do wows for the image of her sanity. "Recently my son Niklaus and his companion Tatiana ventured near to the forbidden section of the woods. And they encountered a beast. A beast that does not exist, a beast that could only be created through the imagination of the dark sorceress. I am aware that all of you have heard the stories. I know that you have already been warned about this woman , but take this opportunity to understand that your parents do not tell you these stories to keep you away from the woods. They tell you these stories to protect you. You cannot fathom what she is capable of. If you put yourself near her lands what makes you believe that she cannot claim you?"

"Do not fret too greatly, for when the rest of the warriors return they shall patrol the woods around the village. We will protect you from her darkness." Ayana announced.

How in hell will I be able to visit her then?

After a short break Esther started again but this time in a more light hearted tone. "That concludes tonight's meeting, I'd like to congratulate you all again on being accepted into this gifted family. You must now drink wine from the chalice to complete the transition from witch to a fully-fledged member of our society. May the gods be with you."

In the background of Finn chatting with the other students Kol heard Esther and Ayana excuse themselves from the elders to go and share a word in private. Realising he couldn't hear them, so he attempted to sneak closer to the site of the meeting. It was then that he saw a fellow student chatting with Finn. He was almost certain her name was Emma; because once he'd been very intimate her. Emma was a pretty girl, with light brown hair that fell in thick waves, and soft brown eyes. Ah brother I see your going for my leftovers. As the chalice got passed around to Finn, Emma gave a squeal of excitement and accidently knocked into Finn jolting the chalice in his hand, making the wine splash generously onto his shirt front. He could hear Emma apologize sincerely, but Finn always the gentleman politely dismissed her apology and excused himself. Finn strolled over to his Mother as he started to unbutton his shirt.

The rational part of Kol was thinking this is either very good or very bad. While the immature part of him was thinking Brother! I thought you were too stiff for a strip tease. Once Finn was at his destination (shocker: his Mother's side) Esther voiced her concern as she took the stained tunic from his hands which Finn had removed. "Oh Finn my dear, what happened?" Esther wrapped a cloak around Finns shoulders while Ayana observed the scene of Esther and her favourite son.

"Nothing, to worry about Mother just a little accident." Was all he said as he kissed his Mothers cheek leaving Esther Ayana to continue their conversation.

Turns out it was very good.

"Esther, today three boys came beaten and bloodied and had said they only remembered fighting with each other. I saw the looks in their eyes they were telling the truth, they looked completely clueless as to what happened. Esther we both know she is the only person who could do such things." Ayana revealed anxiously.

"This cannot be a coincidence Ayana! First Niklaus and Tatiana now this!" Esther replied, alarm filling her voice.

"That is not the worst of what I have to tell you." Ayana admitted regrettably. "There were four boys to enter the woods Esther, only three came out." Kol couldn't see his mother's face, but he was willing to bet everything that she wore a look of pure dread.

"Who was the boy?" Esther asked. In that moment Kol realised that his Mother was actually worried about her other children not just Finn.

"Edward Jacobson." Ayana told her. "But his Father is not worried he says he has a reputation of doing this. It disgusts to think that one of the council's elders is so ignorant and underestimates the danger that lies out there."

Esther, Kol seemed to think was rendered speechless, so Ayana continued. "I have a plan Esther. One that can protect us from her. One can put an end to wicked sorcery-" Esther cut Ayana off.

"Not here Ayana, not where young ears can over hear. As we both know the young are the most susceptible to her tricks and even her charms."

Not wanting to wait around any longer, Kol bolted home.

Kol crept out the house. To be Gods honest no one seemed to notice, so it made his journey fairly simple however it would surely be more difficult when Mikael returned. Kol groaned at the thought. But at the moment Mikael was not what was concerning him most. It was Natasya. Those things they'd said just a few hours ago played on his mind. 'Dark sorceress' ' If you put yourself near her lands what makes you believe that she cannot claim you?'. Had she claimed Kol? Was he just a means to an end? While he had thought she was helping him was he only really just helping her? If there was anything Kol knew it was that Natasya seemed to be the type of person who knew how to play with the game?

Though Kol had spent eighteen years living with an abusive intimidating Father. Mikael did possess the kind or power and intimidation that appeared to come naturally to Natasya. As Kol jogged through the forest, it surprised him how easily he could recall the route to Natasya's house.

Natasya's POV

Natasya was sitting outside her house when Kol arrived. He looked especially nervous, which was really saying something. "Hello Kol Mikaelson." At the sound of her voice Kol jumped. Will he ever stop being so nervous around me Natasya thought bitterly.

"Hello Natasya." Kol responded rather cautiously, like she could bite his head off or turn him into stone at any given minute. Well…

"I assume that your presence means that you have completed your first task?" Natasya asked suspiciously. Kol just nodded and managed a pathetic (but rather cute) smile. Kol may be a mere mortal but he sure was a pretty boy, even though he was annoyingly nervous. "Darling, I sense that there is something weighing on your mind, and that something has something to do with me. Would you care to enlighten me?"

She could tell she was making him uncomfortable. But to be honest, she didn't exactly care. She'd had enough of his fear, it was affecting his capabilities. Which was why it was imperative he succeeded in this lesson.

"Natasya, it is just that… well… it's what I overheard." Kol said. Damn he was handsome, dark hair, dark eyes. It certainly was lovely that she had a student who was nice to look at.

"Don't stand around a stutter darling, fill me in." She grinned. After Kol had informed her about the situation, her grin disappeared and she clenched her fists. The worst the part of it was that Kol was telling the truth. She knew he'd be too scared to lie to her. Be frightening had its perks.

"Of course it is not like I would expect any better from them." She said blandly, trying to mask her rage. Though she knew from the way he was looking at her that in her infernal eyes there was anger.

"Natasya…" Kol started unsurely.

"Save it. When I said better I meant better plan. If you honestly thought I gave a damn about them becoming better people, you need to get to know me better. After everything they've done to me there will be no forgiveness. Only revenge, and at the moment the closest I am to revenge is by mentoring you. Which brings us to your lesson today." Natasya told him trying to keep her voice even. She walked up the path, to her house and once they were outside the fresh hold she opened door and gestured for Kol to follow her inside. This was going to be fun.

Kol POV

Kol looked at Edward Jacobson, who was bruised, beaten and bloody. What the hell have I got myself into. "Natasya what is going on?" Kol demanded.

"Don't be foolish darling. You know exactly what is going on." Natasya responded.

"I am not killing anyone." He spat back, forgetting all sense of fear.

"Not kill, just seriously injure." She replied.

"I am not fighting someone who is half dead, that's just spineless."

"You're absolutely right darling." Natasya said, pausing to contemplate. She made her way over to Edward as she did so. She clicked her fingers and the wounds on Edward disappeared and then knelt down to whisper something in his ear. Once she'd finished, she handed him a dagger and then Edward fled out the door.

Kol stared at her. Glad to know that she has boundaries. "Ok darling change of plans. You are not comfortable hurting a weak person. So I have a fairer idea- though you must bear with me, I'm improvising." Kol just stared at her wide eyed. This cannot be good. Natasya continued completely oblivious to his concern that she was everything they had said she was. Crafty, manipulative, dangerous, beautiful. " As you know young Edward ran out into the woods only moments ago carrying a dagger, your task simply is to find him and retrieve him for me."

Knowing exactly where she was going with this Kol sighed angrily. "How am I supposed to fight him? I know you are not going to give me a weapon and he has a dagger."

"And you are a witch, be creative use your imagination." Natasya said harshly. "I suggest you start, hopefully your feat work faster than your brain."

The insult itself was cruel but that was not what was bothering Kol. As he walked out the front door she called. "But do not fret darling there is only so far he can go."

Kol walked out in to the woods sick to his stomach.

Kol's POV

Kol treaded quietly, trying his best not make any loud noises. This is it this is truly the end of my life, what in the hell have I signed up for. But didn't matter now. Kol was very aware that he would have to do anything she told him to. She had claimed him. Damn it. Next thing she'd have him cooking children. Suddenly from the corner of his eye he saw Edward come charging at him knife raised in his hand.

Kol moved to the side to dodge the blow that was aimed at his heart. The knife grazed his shoulder blade, causing blood to discolour his shirt. He gasped in pain as Edward took the opportunity to kick and pin him to the ground. He aimed the knife at his heart again, but Kol raised his leg up to stop the knife piercing his heart. But when the blade sank into his skin, Kol let out a cry and blood oozed out of the wound. Edward raised the knife again and all Kol could think was you're a witch. Don't think like a witch, act like a witch- or you'll die. All of a sudden heat warmed up his body and the knife jerked out of Edwards's hand, without realising it, Kol had caused the silver hilt to heat up causing the flesh under Edwards hand to burn. It bought him enough time to put pressure on his wounds and drag himself up from the floor, but it didn't hinder Edward much longer.

Edward raised his leg and kicked Kol in the stomach causing him to stumble back. But when the next kick came he was ready, Kol sidestepped and dodged the kick then charged himself at Edward the blow knocking them both to the ground. Kol kept punching him until Edward managed to shift his weight and pin Kol down. Again. He received multiple punches, mostly to the face. Edward was always a jealous one. Kol felt himself being dragged upwards by the hair and before he could retaliate Edward had him in a head lock, slowly cutting off his breathing, slowly suffocating him. Clenching his fists at his side, Kol channelled all his remaining strength into getting that bastard off him. He forced his rage to become his power. Edwards's body went hurtling into a nearby tree, leaving Kol to catch his breath. At the foot of the tree the other boy stirred and attempted to pick himself up off the ground, his hand reaching to the knife that lay about a few feet away.

"NO." Kol tried to shout, but in fact came out more like a hoarse whisper. He ran at Edward and kicked the knife away, then ferociously started to repeatedly kick him. He had never wanted to kill him, but Edward had tried to kill him from the start, so now he wasn't so sure. He probably would of kept kicking him until he died, but Natasya's voice broke the trance he was under and he stopped the repetitive kicking. Suddenly after all that the pain came rushing in like a slap of reality. The adrenaline was over. Now for the agony. To be gods honest he felt like he'd been trampled on by a thousand horses. He kept trying to stay standing but he felt his body crumple to the floor.

Natasya's POV

The Mikaelson boy looked like hell like actual hell. His face was bashed and bruised. Blood was splattered all over his right thigh and left shoulder. Edward Jacobson lay a few feet away looking just as bad. She walked over to the both of them. She stooped down to Edwards level, who was unconscious and snapped her fingers healing most of his wounds but still leaving enough so that when he returned he would require medical attention. She lifted the back of his shirt to reveal his bare back, Natasya traced some lettering on his skin. Consider this my parting gift. After she was done with him, she lightly kicked his head to wake him. "You're free to leave. I suggest you take your freedom and go now before I change my mind." And with what he scrambled to his feet and darted away from the scene.

Natasya turned her attention to Kol. She gently planted a hand on his body and treated his wounds until they vanished. Just because she could get rid of the evidence didn't mean the pain would disappear after a fight like this. But the Mikaelson boy would learn. And perhaps if he learned enough, he could be great. "Colour me impressed." She muttered so quietly that he'd never hear her.

Natasya would rather be caught dead than be caught honouring a Mikaelson. She managed to drag him up and place his arms around his shoulders. Just because she couldn't enter the village didn't mean she couldn't help him to the boarder. So slowly but surely Natasya and the semi-conscious Kol made their way towards the village and upon reaching the edge, Natasya gave him some of her strength so he had enough to sneak back into his home. And before she let him go wrapped one of her cloaks around his shoulders with a note saying 'Don't concern yourself with the return of the warriors'.

Looking out at the village that had hated and exiled her she smiled and thought this is only the beginning. Then started on the path back to her cottage.

Kol's POV

When Kol awoke the next morning both of his brothers were already gone. He didn't exactly remember how he had gotten home last night, or more like the early hours of this morning. He found one of Natasya's cloaks wrapped around him and felt a piece of parchment under his pillow which he took out to read.

'Don't concern yourself with the return of the warriors'. Involuntarily looking down at the cloak, and despite the fact that he felt like hell, Kol couldn't help but smile. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. And then he fell back into a deep slumber, hoping that when he woke next he wouldn't feel as bad.

A few hours earlier-Ayana's POV

Ayana and Esther had been called out to heal Edward Jacobson. He'd been found on the edge of the village. So both of them had gathered their healing tools such as, nettles, lavender, thyme, rosemary oil, a camomile elixir, along with a copper ore. Once they'd arrived at the Jacobson's home they found Edward sprawled over a table in the kitchen, while his family waited in the living area. Ayana and her friend started their work. Esther was rubbing salt and essential oils on the wounds, while Ayana pressed the copper to his skin as she chanted a few words, as she urged him to drink the camomile concoction. After they'd finished tending to all visible injuries, the boy was still moaning in absolute agony. They looked at each other questioningly when Esther finally spoke up. "What is wrong, have we not done everything possible to heal you?" Her friend's voice was soft and gentle; it was times like this where you could so obviously see that Esther was a loving Mother.

When the boy finally managed to choke out his explanation he glanced up at them with eyes that looked like they'd seen a demon. You certainly have you poor boy. "My back." He whispered

When Esther and Ayana turned him over so they could view his back, he gave cry of pain. They rolled up the back of his shirt, revealing singed skin that seemed to take the shape of letters. Once they had rolled up the shirt completely it was then that they truly understood what it was. It was a message. Both Ayana and Esther read the writing that was burned into the skin, and then turned their horrified gazes back to each other, as the writing read:

I see you.

I hear you.

I know everything.

This is just the beginning... I am ready.

Are you?

HEY GUYS! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was a blast to write! We'll be updating next Saturday! And we can guarantee that the next chapter is going to have: The return of Mikael! Telijah scenes (Elijah and Tatia!) some Rebekah! And two more lessons with our psychotic sorceress! And much more! A big thank-you to everyone who has read this! Let us know what you think of the story so far, constructive criticism and all! Please review!

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