First of all, I would like to apologies for my lack in updating earlier. I was self-debating my plot for about three days. In the end, I decided on what was best for my writing. Hope you guys love it. BTW this chapter is veryyyyyy complicated and confusing. So any question, please ask!
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P.S. I know, I should have done this earlier, but I do not own Vampire Dairies!
Chapter 10:
"Athan, no. Please don't." Kristina whimpered, fight against the tight restraint around her small wrists and ankles. He showed her his vampire face and decreased the space between her windpipe and his mouth, making her heart rate pick up.
"Your just so tempting." He said in a sly manner, inhaling her scent deeply.
Athan's will power seemed to be drained from him when he smelt her blood, Lord Kol had done him right by sending him out to feed. He could hardly control himself. He was only 4 months old, too young to actually control himself around such a temptation.
"Please, please, please." Kristina begged silent tears rolling down her cheeks; she still had hope in him. He wasn't lost yet.
"Don't do that to me, Kristina." He groaned at the pleading in her voice. Half of him wanted so bad to put it back on. To feel, to feel how much he still loved her but it seemed impossible if he was going to have to invite the pain, sorrow and anger back in as well. But the other half of him craved for her blood, it screamed to him, not like the regular human blood.
Before he knew what he was doing, he dug his fangs into her olive skin and heard her slightly moan as she felt his razor sharp teeth pierce her skin.
It felt like a century had past before he was yanked away from her throat.
"Don't make me kill you, again." Kol snarled at Athan, when he had him pinned against the wall.
"You did this!?" Kristina said through her teeth, clenching the chair handles in support.
She had never been this angry before. The firing rage seemed to bubble all over her body; it circulated, not having any point of exiting. Kristina felt heat over take her like she was about to catch fire.
That's when she felt it. It seemed to gather in her hands, head and chest. The feeling of total control and connection with her surroundings, it sat deep inside of her.
For a second, Kristina saw herself in Kol's eyes and nearly cried out in fear. And just like that the little power she though she had, was gone.
Kol saw it so clearly, but it all seemed like blur after it was over. Her eyes seemed to be swallowed by her strange grey colored iris and her pupil, that was always a black color, seemed to spark with the color of topaz. He feared her for a second, till her eyes changed back into their scared stormy color. He pursued closer to her shaking body, lightly cupped her face.
"What are you?" Kol whispered searching her tearful eyes.
"She is in the little cottage house, on the far end of the village south of here." Sophia said in what sounded like perfect English. Nik could hear her heart start to flutter lightly but disregarded it for the moment.
"Thank you, Sophia." Elijah said escorting her out of he castle as she handed Nik back the pale grey ribbon.
"Our deal still stands, Sophia." Niklaus said from inside.
"Thank you, my Lord." She said in somewhat of a monotone. Sophia was keeping something; both Elijah and Nik could sense it.
After 5 minutes of silence Elijah was the one that broke it.
"She was lying." He said flatly as he held back his anger by clenching his fists, "I bet she is going to go see her, now."
"Well, brother, let us find out." Niklaus said running out in the cold December wind.
The energy she had mustered inside, hunted her. Kristina had never felt something like that before. Though it felt so familiar at the same time.
She could already tell it took upmost of her strength. Her eyelids felt weak and her state of mind seemed clouded, not to mention the semi-healed wound, in the back of her head, had reopened.
Kol's words hunted her "What are you", was she in fact, something to be feared? She couldn't mistake the fear that had past over Kol's eyes when she had felt that surge of energy. Kristina had saw the flash of panic hit him, she didn't know whether to be scared or glad that she had something that even made an original finch in fear.
It was new to her, the power she could hold. It made her feel like she could take anything.
Her attention was snapped back to the present as she heard the rough slam of the door to the front of the cabin.
The sound of an accented voice and the muttering of Kol, hummed at her ears tauntingly. There conversation started slow but soon the volume of their voices increased and their yell made it easier for Kristina to hear.
"I seen everything, I feel everything." Said a thick ascent from the hallway, it had to be a woman's, assuming from the high-pitched tone.
"And?" Said an annoyed vampire.
Everything got painfully quiet and all Kristina could hear for a minute, was the loud pumping of her heart against her rib cage.
"She is hybrid." Said the mysterious woman. It was silent for another minute till her kidnapper finally spoke.
"What did you tell them?" Kol said with a harsh voice. Kristina even flinched at his tone. She could only imagine what terror the woman was going though.
"I direct them on other side of town. You can make your escape with her." She in a small voice, then there was the unmistakable snarl from Kol.
"They must have followed you here." He said followed by the shattering of wood. "Go to the back room, wake Athan and Gheorghe." He said in a snappy tone.
There was a patter of footsteps and then two other footsteps joined the women's.
There was a harsh barking of orders but she ignored them when she saw the door to her dark room creak open to reveal an African woman. She had to be around her 30's. Her big brown eyes were big and caring as she advanced closer to Kristina.
"Poor, poor soul." She muttered before placing her hand on Kristina's head of curls. There was a feeling that surrounded the women, it felt wrong. It felt like she couldn't be trusted.
"Don't be frightened." Said the African American woman. There wasn't even time to react before the woman's eyes glazed over and she started to chant in the native tongue of her people. Kristina yelled into the cloth that covered her mouth but soon the scenery around her turned black and the light around her decreased as she fell into some kind of sleep.
-(DREAM)-
The full moon was directly parallel to Kristina, as well as the mysterious curly brown haired woman and the little raven-headed child. The older woman had an iron grip on the little girls hands, yanking her furiously deeper and deeper into the foggy forest. The little girl gave out small sobs as the walked faster, Kristina didn't like this woman, the way she was treating the 5 year old was indecent and abusive.
"Mama, where is papa?" Said the little girl with a small angelic voice, at first Kristina couldn't understand her. It seemed like a bunch of Latin sounding words, but slowly her brain unscrambled the words for her and she steadily came to understand their different tongue.
"Kristina you know better, he is long gone!" The older woman snapped, Kristina flinched at the sound of her name, but the woman in her 20's didn't seem to be speaking to her. She was addressing the little girl in her arms.
"But why mama?!" The little girl whined softly. Though her voice was angelic, Kristina could hear the unsteadiness in it.
Kristina saw tears in the mother's eyes, something had happened to the little girl's father. The woman just ignored the pleading questions of the child and kept pursuing through the forest.
"Mama!?" The little girl with the name Kristina pleaded as she fought her mothers grip. Then she saw the too familiar eyes of the little girl, they were stormy grey like hers.
Kristina cover her mouth from calling out to herself, the little girl seemed to be her. It was unmistakable her, the little 5 year old girl had olive skin and her cheeks seemed to blush even as she walked with her mother. Most of all, she had waist length long big black curls and stormy pleading eyes, something they share. It was Kristina; there was no doubt in her mind.
Kristina called out to herself, but neither her young self nor the lady, she called mama turned around.
Then she saw the mother grip her smaller self to a stop,
"He left because of you, because you had to be a mutation of the two most unnatural creature on this cursed earth. Because of you, there will be no such thing as peace for your father and I, you horrid curse of a child." She shrieked, with hatred filled in her cold black eye. Before the woman knew the extent of her words, little Kristina's eyes become the hatred color that Kristina had witnessed when Kol clammed that he had killed Athan.
Her big eyes where surrounded by grey but her pupils had change to a yellow topaz gold color.
Out of nowhere, there was a burst of bright light and everything went snow white for a minute. Once Kristina's eyes became familiarized with the lack of light, she processed the images in front of her.
Kristina's stomach turned in horror as she saw the mother's body. It stood lifelessly face down in the wet grass of the dense forest.
"Mama?" Said the little voice, crouching down next to the dead woman.
Tears flowed down both Kristinas' faces.
It was too much to comprehended with such little information. They both sat there sobbing uncontrollably, till the young Kristina screamed out in pain as her arm broke suddenly, in a revolting manner. Kristina's head hurt as she tried to process what was happening in front of her. The child sank to her knees as she let out another revolting scream of pain. Her body seemed to bend and snap at every scream.
After what felt like eternity, her younger-self let out one more skin crawling scream when her back broke, arching in a wolf like manner. Her small arms turned into sturdy limbs and her dark black curls shifted into a silk black coat that covered her whole body. Kristina slowly back way from the small black figure, lying on her side on the ground, she was turning into a monster.
Kristina's stomach formed into a knot as she saw the small girls nose and mouth turn into snout and her small milk color teeth turn into razor sharp carnivorous teeth. But worst of all the eyes, the once stormy dark grey eyes changed drastically. The whites of her eyes turned into the gold-yellow topaz color with flakes of grey silver.
Kristina's murderous scream seemed to be stuck in her throat as she locked eyes with the beast, they seemed to scream to her in pain and hungry.
"Me?" Kristina whispered, her voice coming out in a hush tone. Then it leaped for her.
Kristina's eyes flung open, to revile the African American woman in front of her with tears in her almost black eyes.
"Poor, poor soul." She said in a whispered, not releasing her grip from her head.
Kristina felt her chest rise and fall as she gasped for air; it had all been too real. The dream seemed to be exact in detail. She could smell the faint order of the damp forest ground and most of all she could still hear the low growl, the beast had released when it pounced for her.
"What happened?" Kristina said in a whimper as tears fell down her blushed cheeks, once the witch removed the choke rag, covering her mouth.
"You killed your mother with your powers. Triggering the curse you inherited from you Father." She said in a Latin coated language, the one she had heard from the dream.
"Lies, that was not my mother. And that was not me." Kristina lied to the black woman and herself. She had made the connection but she repudiated the possibility that she had killed someone, that someone being her mother.
"That wasn't me. That couldn't be me." She said to herself while shaking her head.
"My dear, it will be fine." She said stroking her cheek, a small smile appearing on her pale lips.
"You must understand, I am not her, I'm not that little girl, I'm from London. I only speak English. My parents are Lisa and Andrew Alexanders. I have never killed anyone." Kristina sobbed out; she could stop her shaky body.
"I never killed my mother." She added in a whisper.
"I understand." The African American woman said in a Latin tongue, "I understand my duty to the earth." She was yelling now and stood over her in a cruel manner.
"And as a servant to mother nature, I understand my duty to her." The lady yelled making Kristina strained against her old iron chains; they left her defenseless to the crazy woman in her mist.
"My duty it to kill the disruption in the balance." Her words meant nothing to Kristina, for her attention was brought to the old silver dagger that lingered above her heart.
Before Kristina could say anything in her defense the sliver went straight through her heart, cutting the air on its way in.
"It has been done." The witch whispered her eyes fluttering. Those were the last words of the hag as she let go of the handle and collapsed to the floor, leaving Kristina with metal in her heart.
She gagged as she tried to breath in air but it got stuck in her windpipe. Her long black lashes fluttered in response of her lungs strain for oxygen. She was dying if not dead already, Kristina took a last intake of breath before letting her body go limp and letting the darkness overtake her vision and heart.
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