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Chapter 19:
Kristina stood there, in the mist of all the supernatural and drunken teenagers, listening to the band playing from the back yard stage. Homecoming, she thought sarcastically, it was just another excuse for young human to break rules these days.
The half moon seemed to be hanging by a thin invisible string in the pit black sky. The tension in the air seemed to be like razor sharp knifes, ready to cut the thread that held everything together. She could easily imagine the submersion of the moon; there were so many things that could go wrong and so many opportunities that could send the enzyme about. But thinking on the obvious wouldn't help Kristina keep her mind clear of disruption. She had one goal. By the end of the night and her goal would be executed.
The clearing of a throat stole her attention, making her turn her head slightly to catch a glimpse of the being.
"You always knew how to throw a party." Kristina said her red lips not forming into a smile at the presence of the monster. She knew every well who it was and after racing out of his house yesterday she didn't seek to see him momentarily.
"You always knew how to capture someone's attention, love." Niklaus said in her ear, his breathe rest on the back of her neck. He was only inches away from Kristina. The tension built between them like magnets. "You look captivating." He said in more of a whisper, his voice reaching is low seductive tone. Klaus couldn't take his eyes off of her. He seemed to forget slightly why he would have grown aggravated with the presents of such beauty.
Her dress hugged her body tight enough that it complemented her natural hourglass figure. The deep silver long sleeve backless dress ended gracefully around her mid thigh making her bronze legs look inhumanly long in the classic black strapped heels. Kristina jet black curls were pulled up into a complex braided bun that he could only tell the details of when the light from the stage casted her way. She was stunning.
Her beauty was so simple, not to the extreme like most women of this time. Though her beauty was simple, he could only try to describe her in the most complex ways.
She turned to face him, her grey eyes stood misty with concentrated thought and silent battles being fought but Kristina kept her head high. Her lips seemed pressed together as if she was holding back a laugh or a smile or frown. Niklaus could never tell with her.
"What happened to "show your face again and the consequences will be too grave for you to conger up"?" Kristina said lips moving slowly with ever word as if she was mocking him.
Niklaus recalled his exact words for last night and he was being genuinely honest. Kristina would regret coming back to him, but deep down inside he knew that he was just a little joyed that she had come back. Nik knew that it would take a lot for him to let her go this time.
"My promise was all truth, love. You will suffer the consequences and you will regret that you came back but tonight I am only focused on celebration of the death of my father." Niklaus said with one of the smuggest grins on his full lips.
Kristina felt her smile drop at the name. She knew he wasn't dead and she was positive that Nik knew it as well.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" He said brushing one of her loose curls behind her ear. Kristina quickly flinched away, her eyebrows netting in confusion.
"Who told you Mikael was dead?" Kristina said folding her arms over her chest. He was keeping something from her but she couldn't him blame.
"A reliable source." Klaus said taking a sip from his red solo cup, the smirk on his face was to over powering for the truth to have just fallen from his rose lips.
"Vampires compelled to worship you shouldn't be considered a "reliable source"." Kristina said raising one of her eyebrows, which only received a deep chuckle from the original hybrid.
"Are you that senile or has your old age endangered your form of judgment?" Kristina said her words sharp as a knife in the chilly fall air. The anger had seemed to boil in her. She never trusted vampires. And the last time Kristina had seen Stefan, his interests seems not to be in the affairs of building Niklaus' all powerful army, like the original hybrid thought, but in the downfall of Niklaus' rising placement in the throne of the supernatural world.
"Senile isn't a word I would use to describe myself, love." Niklaus snapped through his teeth. She seems to have hit a sensitive nerve. "Remember who you dare speak to." He said stepping closer to her till he was towered over the witch-werewolf hybrid.
"I remember perfectly." Kristina said lifting her head till her grey eyes burned into his electrocuting ocean eyes. "Mikael is not dead. Not yet." She said looking over his shoulder to catch a glance of the Petrova doublegagger, the one she knew as Elena.
"Very true, love. And don't think for a minute that I trust you in killing him." Niklaus said with a deadly seriousness in his voice while his fingers played lightly with her anchor necklace. It burned to the touch making his retract his hand quickly with a hiss following on his lips. Vervain was one of her best friends.
Kristina rested her hand on his chest, gently fixing his tux as she analyzed the situation.
"And don't think for a second that I trust in you to killing him either." Kristina said the serious grin on her face turning stone in seconds.
Kristina slowly backed away from him. She had nothing more to say to this horrible man.
It wasn't like Kristina to snap. She had a brain and she frequently used it before talking. But with Niklaus she was yet to learn to hold her tongue and think before letting the unforgivable words escape her lips forever.
Before she walk out of ears reach Niklaus whispered something that she would never forget.
"I can promise one thing, someone will die tonight." His last words sent chills up her spine and back down to the souls of her feet but his words rang true, someone would die tonight.
Kristina heard the clicks and scratches of her own heels on the concrete as she stoked forward to Katharina. She was surprised with the vampire's camouflage. The Petrova's lighter makeup, innocent facial expression and straight brunette hair were every passive for the human Petrova but the hybrid knew better. Kristina could tell by the way vampire held her eyes, which lingered on the throats of the innocent and the way she her lips formed a hidden smirk whenever she taught no one was looking. It was definitely Katharina and Kristina couldn't wait to tear out her jugular.
The Petrova vampire was less then 30 feet away standing causally in the mess of drunken humans. Perfect for an easy attack. The smirk on Kristina illuminated face became more pronounced as she stocked forward.
Katharina was the reason she had come back to Niklaus. She was the reason Mikael was alive. She was the reason Kristina's pulse wouldn't rest till the father original was engulfed in the magical flames. Kristina was furious, maybe more then furious, after her little chat with the ignorant bastard, Niklaus. She was about as disappointed as she was angry with Katharina.
Katharina had been her friend, her only friend at times. They had lost touch after she want rogue back in the late 1920's in Chicago. But the vampire knew everything about the secret hybrid and visa versus. They became as close as sisters after Katharina ran from the sacrifice. Bonding over their hatred for one man, Niklaus.
After learning of Mikael's true intentions Kristina had forgotten about her anger towards Nik and focused on the man that had kill her family. While Katharina still focused in the man that had tried to kill her.
Katharina had done very wrong my stepping over Kristina and releasing Mikael from his sleep. This hurt Kristina more then she would ever let herself show.
The witch-werewolf hybrid was ready to provide her revenge. Being only 5 feet away with Katharina carelessly facing the other way, Kristina could taste the sweet taste of revenge. It was perfect, almost like it was meant to be. But Kristina's mind drifted when she heard it.
It was a powerful sound at first, exactly like a boom of laughter. It was the voice she had sworn she would never encounter.
His rustic gravel but sweet toned voice came easier to her as she strained her eardrums. It was coming from her right, in the mist of dead hearts and thumping blood organs. She was too fazed to turn to face her old lover, Zack. Though his voice wasn't the only one she was picking up on. Zack's voice was conversing two other familiar voices. The bells of their laughter caught we attention again, this time it made her neck snap towards them. And there they stood.
Zack with his usual white V-neck and tattered ripped deep indigo blue jeans, which were causally tucked into his combat boots. His slight shaggy brown hair seemed untidy like always and she could see the deep tattooed on his left shoulder through his shirt. It was him. Though one big element was off. His heart. It didn't seem to flutter like a hummingbird's wings, like Kristina's. Or stand out in the crowd of hearts. No it seemed as silent as winter's nights in hell.
She looked at Claire this time; her naturally blonde pin straight hair was perfect chin length, which danced around her bubbly face and strong pale green eyes. The male beside her, Paul, had his usual shaggy brunette that reached his shoulders with his blue powerful eyes focusing on subject at hand.
Kristina's hands trembled slightly they had once been in her pack. She looked around more in detail, memorizing faces as she past the first section if people. Janeth, William, Hillary, Samantha, Robert and those were from just the first 5 seconds of look. Kristina recognized all of them. Every one of them had once been in her pack.
Kristina listened again, every cells in her body strained to listen to the slightest thud of theirs heart but it wasn't their.
Kristina's eyebrows netted. Werewolves had heartbeats, a very pronounced one at that. She should be able to hear them, the last time she had seen them had been 2 months ago in the Tennessee Mountains. She had heard it then.
"Hybrids." The word drifted off her tongue like poison. It left such a bitter taste in her mouth that she swore secretly never to say it again.
The word seems to have gain unwanted attention. Kristina could feel Zack tense from the 20-foot difference. She had let him go, she had let the whole pack go in order to secure their safety. But it had seemed to make no difference. The monster had still gotten to them.
Kristina saw Zack go to turn but before he could even catch a glance she had vanished, leaving the pain of their transitions behind. And gaining anger and hunger for revenge to fill its vacated spot.
"Your impulse, Niklaus, will truly be the one and only think to keep you from be great." Mikael's words vibrated throughout her ears. His voice was one of the only things that made Kristina truly feel vertigo.
With the slice of a knife and the thud of a body, Kristina's mind was snapped back to reality.
She smelt it before she comprehended it, the blood that was now escaping the vampire Petrova's body. Then she had understood. Mikael had lost his leverage.
A flash of a body whisked away from her and towards the Original Hybrid. A man she had recognized as Damon was on top of Niklaus with the dagger sunken into the hybrid's lower stomach.
Damon was going to kill him. She felt overjoyed first then an unpleasant feeling sank in her stomach. Kristina was confused and before she could think out the rational answer to what needed to be done, Stefan flung himself towards his brother flinging the dagger across the room.
-(Ten seconds later)-
It rested coldly in her possession but it felt as if the power was burning a hole through her hand. The detailed carving from the top to the bottom showed the strong complication of the situation she was in. The power that rested perfectly in her right hand was a little over whelming but very craved. She always wanted this opportunity, to pay her revenge to the man the ruined her life to the point of despair and depression.
But the problem was that there were two monsters and one white oak stake. The option was hers and hers alone.
Mikael, the man that had taught her everything she ever needed to know to dispose of a vampire and more. The man that acted more like a father then her own and her stepfather, the man that had housed her, kept her safe when he saw fit. This was the man she had spent more of 600 years with that had only befriended her in order to get close enough to kill his abomination of a son and the imperfection in nature, herself. He had tricked her, threatened her, attempted to kill her and, most depressingly, killed the only people that had once kept her sane and stable, her family.
Then there was Niklaus. The man that had tormented her, physical abused, drank from her, sexually abused her. He had done ever-possible destructive thing to her in attempt to break her down, to shatter her hope. Niklaus was the man that had her literally chasing after him secretly for countless years of her sad life. The man she had once taught left her dead in an old murky room where no one would ever find her. Left her dead for no soul to know not even her family, which she had once taught he had killed. He was the man that was so scared of being alone he created a mass race that of hybrids, not giving any people of her nature a say. He had stripped her of her hope not only for herself but also for others. He had put a dagger in her best friend's heart, Elijah. And let his brother rot in an ageing grave with an eternal body never to be touched again.
Kristina's mind shot back to the present. Every supernatural creature other then herself, Mikael and Niklaus were on the floor groaning and clenching their hands to their heads. Trying to stop the massive headache exploding in their minds, which she was creating.
She felt it now, the anger and pain bursting out of her fingertips and mind. The white oak stake felt like tons in her quivering hand. The emotions the stake created had built up to it's high. Then she knew whom she was going to stake.
Kristina drew her head back letting one last whoosh of air escaping her long-suffering lungs and let her eyes morph into their true form of gold and silver. Kristina let her wolf-like carnivorous teeth extend before lunging for the man she hated most, Niklaus.
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