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Chapter 11:
They surrounded her, leaving her in the middle of the powerful circle.
"This is for your own good, little one." A woman said from her right as they all joined hands and start chanting in their sacred tongue.
The luminescent torches around her magnified their fire, till she was left blinded by the magic and light swirling around her. They said they could help her. She wanted to forget, to forget that she was the biggest disgrace to the supernatural community, to forget that she had killed her mother in the face of white rage. To forget all the agony the full moon had brought her way. But lastly, she wanted to forget how dreadfully alone she was. They said they would grant her wish and they were.
As they chanted in harmony, Kristina could feel the power draining from her finger tips, and her connection with the earth and it's makings start to fade.
Kristina felt her servitude to the moon cut short, as she recognized she didn't feel the need to turn under the colossal full moon above her. She was starting to feel normal, till the sharp pain on her head erupted. Suddenly, the light around her faded and she observed the 14 witches around her drop like flies to the ground. One was left standing tall and above all others. Even with Kristina's magic taken, she still recognized the witch's strong magical presence.
The last witch standing had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes that seemed to dig into her head as a motherly voice called out to her, "You will rise again. You will feel the pain once more, for you fellowship is to mother natural and her creations. You will only fade and wither till your life is taken from you and the weapon that takes your life will be the only thing that can stop you, till then you will have no knowledge of your past life."
Then when she thought the pain would increase, it stopped abruptly.
Kristina felt her mind go blank as she slowly forgot the past fives years of memories, all the hugs and kisses from her father, all the scolding from her disciplining mother, all the memories of her mustering her powers in the meadows, and all the painful memories of her bones snapping when she transformed under the full moon. All were taken until she was left in the dark alone, starving, and clueless.
Kristina's lungs seemed to scream out for oxygen when her eyes and head shot up from the slumber. She felt as if someone had tried to drown her, her chest was heavy and seemed to rise and fall 5 inches whenever she took a breath.
Her hands jetted straight for her chest, in a flash, to only find the trace of a lot of dry blood. The memory of the sliver dagger seemed to make her chest hurt even more then it already did.
"Look, who has woken." Said a male voice to her right, the unblemished tone of his voice and the way it seemed to ring in her ear, made her think about Elijah. Except, it held a more rusty tone, almost an older sensation then her favorite original. When Kristina brought her eyes to the door to her right, she saw nothing but a dark hallway opening and no evidence of another living creature.
In a swift movement, Kristina jumped off the table. Pushing it towards the slight inhale and exhale of breath, coming from her right behind her and successfully pinning the mysterious man to the wall. He had slightly wavy dark brown hair and deep masking emerald green eyes. It made her stomach clench as she realized his hair and eyes resembled Kol but his facial bone structure resembled Elijah. The male was far to old to be their brother, noticing from his slight bangs of his eyes and wrinkles of his forehead, but he looked so much like the two Originals she had encountered.
He lightly laughed at her attempted of a fight. Using his vampire elements, he pushed the table aside like it was a paperclip and had her pinned to the wall by her neck. The silver dagger, he removed from her chest, waving ever so closely to her old wound.
"Nice trick but I am still wiser and faster then you." He said lightly cutting the skin of her neck to see it heal quickly after, leaving one teardrop of blood resting on her collarbone. He was half tempted to lick it off but stopped himself. It seemed cursed; it smelt so sweet, make the whole room smell like magnolias. He bet any vampire in a mile could smell her; it seemed to perfume his nose and the air around him.
She wasn't vampire but he was sure she wasn't human. The woman was special, that's all he could conclude for the time being. Her movement took him off guard, she punched him square in the ribs, and he could hear the crushing sound of bone, leaving his breathless for a minute. While he stood helpless on the floor for seconds she snatched the dagger from his hand and slamming his back in to the weak wooden floor, that gave way to the force she used against it.
"You might be older and quicker, but your attention spanned could use some improvement." She said releasing her grip on his neck and handing him a helping hand instead. Kristina was taking a big risk by trusting him but she had safely stashed the silver dagger in back of her corset, away from his grip.
The newfound energy and strength was very appealing to her, though she knew that she would have to pay the price on the full moon. Those worries didn't bother her right now.
"Why the helping hand?" He said questioning her generosity and kindness. He wanted to take advantage of it, but decided to hold off and see her intentions.
"Kristina Rachela Genesis Tepes " Kristina said ignoring his question and putting out a hand for him to shake, which he took.
She didn't know why she had said Tepes, but it seemed right, Tepes being her real father's last name. Kristina could feel the memories coming back slowly but only the ones that where family oriented.
"Mikael Mikaelson." The Original said lightly, he could see why she would be a weakness to his sons, a great weakness he could use.
"If you don't mind a stranger asking but are you related-" Kristina was stopped abruptly in her process of talking by Mikael burst of laughter,
"I'm their father. I'm not surprise they didn't mention their father, they don't like to talk about me." He said with a slight grin as he brushed himself of slightly. He could feel Kristina's body tense up, and her already fast heart start to flutter in speed.
"May I ask, how you came to meet my children?" He asked narrowing his eyes on hers but keeping his warm smile on his lips.
"The family, Alexanders, had a debt to pay. I was the payment." Ms. Tepes said.
The memory hit her like the rain. She was 5, when she was brought to a family who was expecting one child already. They had argued with the black haired man that found her in the woods. The Alexanders had said something about a debt being paid. Now she realized why they had taken her in, not out of kindness, no. They had taken her out of selfishness.
"Which child?" Mikael said raising one of his bushy brown eyebrows in curiosity.
"Niklaus." The name made her stomach knot, and Kristina cursed herself as her heartbeat picked up.
"He is not my son." Mikael spat, using extra venom when he said 'my'. The original could tell he had scared Kristina. She had lightly stepped away from him when he was done with his response. It was new knowledge to her; Kristina was left speak-less in response.
"May I go?" She said awkward shifting in her place; the hybrid was almost as uneasy around Mikael, as she was with Kol.
"I see no reason why not, but may I accompany you on your journey?" He said. Mikael was curious on what this girl knew about his children and Nik. He was absolutely certain that she could lead him to them, if necessary.
On the carriage ride to Kristina's old home, he pressured her to tell him everything about her time with her family.
Kristina was every open about it. She told him about how Kol had taken her in hopes that Nik would come. The hybrid also told him about how she had been daggered and didn't really know if Niklaus had really come.
But Mikael knew, he knew very well.
The father original had been so close to daggering Niklaus but complications arose with his two brothers being there, making it impossible to get a good grip on him. It seemed, in their efforts to flee they left this mysterious creature with a sliver dagger through her heart.
He knew if he played her right, he could turn her against Nik and she could end up aiding in his death. Mikael knew where she was heading. Where would any sensible person head to when everything was lost? Their family, and he knew what awaited her.
As the carriage moved to a halt in front of a soft brick colored house, Kristina quickly rushed out like a child, running up to the door, giving a soft but speedy knock on the black door.
Kristina couldn't hear anyone in the house so she just pushed opened the door to revile her horror.
Blood stained the carpets, walls and all of their furniture. Every inch of the house was splattered with the hatred red colored liquid. The first body she met was her adopted father. He had a stained red wooden dagger in his once strong hand, with his head face down in the cold wooden floor, a blood pool collected at his neck and around his back. She could help but play out the horrid scene in her head, her father had gone first to try and protect the rest of the family as the intruder didn't think twice before ripping apart half of his fragile neck. Kristina stumbled further into the blood painted house to see her mother lifeless body holding on to Luke's non-responsive corpse. His large pale blue eyes where to be glued to the bloody wall. His gaze seemed once filled with deadly pain and fear but now they only where filled with emptiness and death. Kristina's mind couldn't take it once she saw the last and most skin crawling images of them all.
Emily laid their face up with blank eyes that where masked with fear and sorrow even after death. They stared at the small deep blue ring Kristina had given Emily, for her 13 birthday, that May. Her sandy blonde hair was stained with the devil red color that seemed to have come from her neck.
Kristina's body crippled to the floor in pure agonizing pain as she tried to digest every sickening image that she had only observed once in her dreams, but never imagined them to come to life.
It was almost a full moon outside, when she finish buried her loved ones and the only weapon that could destroy her.
"Are you ready to go?" Mikael said placing a hand on her hunched olive skinned shoulder. When she turned to him, he automatically stepped away in a fear state. The whites of her eyes seemed to be over taken by the grey and her pupils where left a deep gold topaz. It wasn't anything he had seem before, it made him want to kill her then and there but the greatness of her power could easily crush one, such as simple as Niklaus.
Kristina anger pushed her to feel the biology around her. The feeling was longingly familiar. The Earth made its presents more pronounced and shinned a light on her now clear path.
She took off her anchor necklace placed the deep blue stoned ring on the silver chain as well. Mikael could not only see pain in her eyes, the pain that he had secretly created for her to obtain, but he could see the determination oozing from her.
The Earth under him gave slight trembles and gusts of wind that tussled the winter dead leaves at his feet. He saw her red lips trembled slight before becoming pursed. They stood her silently for what felt like hours before she broke it with a sinister promise.
"I'm going to kill him."
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