Happy Thanksgiving everyone and if your not in the states, regard that statement. Also stay safe this Black Friday; people have done some crazy things.
Last weekend I went to a religious retreat and I had to stay apart from technology. It was difficult but when I got back it really warmed me to see all the alerts and reviews. I really love them and I would love it if it continues! One last thing before you read this mind blowing chapter, this is my 20th chapter and I hope everyone has loved reading this story as much as I loved thinking it up. Thanks everyone!
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-Bianca-
Chapter 20:
(Flashback)
Kristina creaked open the large oak door of the dimmed parlor. It was half past 12 and she knew it wasn't a safe time to wonder the halls of the mysterious castle or approaching the Originals. But she had had tons of work, organizing the staff schedules and cleaning the library. It had been a busy day and she couldn't wait for it to be over. The very last thing Kristina had to do was report back to her master, Niklaus.
She poked her raven head in the doorway to see if her master was present.
Kristina tried to scream in horror and panic but her bloody scream never escaped her closed throat. Only a soft choked gasp was released from her numb paralyzed red lips. The sight of the red devil's drink soaked in the ancient carpet around the drenched blood red arm chair made Kristina's fragile stomach cringe in revolting manner.
A man's body stood motionless, evidence of blood dripped from his chest and his blonde dangling from an awkward unnatural position. Kristina's curiosity got the better of her as she moved towards the poor dead lad. As she proceeded closer, her shoe sent a dark red object flying about two feet.
Kristina shifted her grey eyes down to her feet. It was to dark at first, making nothing visible. Kristina strained her eyes till she saw a dark red object. Her eyebrows netted for a few long moments till they rose in astonishment. In the light of the reading lamb the mystery object presented itself as a heart.
Her own heart skipped a beat and started pounding like a horse. The blood all rushed to her brain, giving the side affect of being lightheaded and shaky.
Then the vertigo and nausea hit her like article ice water on a smoldering feverish day. Kristina lost all form of balance as she went to step back and didn't caught herself.
"Kristina?" The warm voice echoed in her ears and his usual warm hands touch her skin with a newfound coldness.
Kristina didn't dare open her eyes to the murder scene anymore. The bright twinkling stars appeared suddenly, flying over her sweat-covered head. She felt herself creeping toward darkness as the stars formed into large black dots that dictated her vision.
The cold silent heart lying on the carpet, the blood that's amount seemed to be infinity, and the poor dead soul resting on hell's chair, all over took the images in her clouded head. They brought the sickening nausea feel and right when she thought she was recovering, the smell crawled up her nose. The metallic rust iron smell also brought a discussing taste in her mouth, which made her gag reflexes kick in.
"Elijah... Get me out of here." Kristina said gagging and covering her mouth. Her face got smoldering hot and her throat seemed to be dipped in stem hot water as it closed up, not letting the proper amount of air enter.
When Kristina inhaled again she was surprised to breath in the crisp fall November air of London's countryside. She took in another big inhale then another then another, till she smelt the blood and death no longer.
Kristina didn't realize Elijah was still with her till he lightly squeezed her hand madding her jump out of her skin first.
For a moment she relaxed with the company of his comfort and kindness but it slowly faded when the pictures of death snuck back into her weak mind.
Elijah was death. He created death unwillingly, so did his brother, Niklaus. The poor dead man in the air chair, no matter what sin or what offense, did not deserve to be punished with the slaughtering of his life.
Kristina hadn't realized when she had started thinking out loud or when she had started to back away for Elijah but it had affected the vampire enough for his face to be over taken by sadness.
"You don't need to fear me. I will not hurt you." Elijah said putting out a weak hand for her to take but the human did not have the energy to move or the metal capability.
"You killed-" She swallowed back the words she was about to say and stopped her mind from assuming.
"Kristina. I did not murder that man." Elijah said his eyes becoming blackened with seriousness and offence. Kristina knew this; she knew this heartless man was not Elijah's handy work. Deep down inside she knew Elijah would never let her witness the evidence of his crimes, but it didn't mean that he had never killed like that or killed worse.
"But you have killed others the same." Kristina said her voice a smooth whisper but it hit Elijah as if she had yelled on the top of her lungs.
"Please leave. There is not reason to burden you with my company." Kristina said her voice harder. Elijah formed his lips into a fine line and nodded understandingly.
Before leaving Kristina in the garden behind the gothic castle, Elijah placed his jacket upon her shoulders and whisper 5 words.
"I can make you forget." His voice was soft, not demanding or threatening, just a perfect caring questioning voice. A voice she loved. A voice that cared much for her sanity and being. A voice that knew deep down inside how much the violent murder had affected Kristina.
Kristina chuckle slightly in nervousness.
"The truth shouldn't be forgotten."
With her words, Elijah faded into the night and Kristina was left to repay the gory images of death over and over in her unforgeting mind.
-(Hours later)-
After Kristina released her last and final tear, she let out a deep breath of relief. She had force her mind to understand and except the most complex reality.
Elijah was a vampire. He drank human blood. He had taken plenty lives. This was their world not hers. Kristina knew she didn't need to accept it. She wasn't a vampire. But Kristina understood that it was the normal for the vampires. Life and death was something as frequent as happiness and sadness.
It was a whole new meaning of pitch-black darkness outside. By this she could guess it was around 1 or 2 in the morning and how she was surviving the breeze cold was beyond her.
There was a squeak of the iron bench indicating a heavier object had just rested itself next to her.
"Lovely isn't it?" A deep voice called from beside her. Kristina did not turn or stand in respect for her master.
"The silence is always lovely." Kristina said unintentionally, her tongue felt like butter, every word quickly fell off her dry lips and into the remembering night air.
Niklaus snickered lightly before shifting closer to the beautiful raven-haired watery grey eyed wonder. Watching her face conger up in total surprise and confusion, which made him smile slightly. Her face told all.
"Master, what-" but her words were stopped short as he put an arm around her. Nik felt her whole body tense from head to toe and he could feel the new heat radiate through Elijah's fall coat.
"I can't let my servant die from freezing." He said softly and giving her a light squeeze but it only made her tense more, if that was even possible.
Kristina only heard four words can't, let, die and death. They were such weird words when put together one sentence, especially for the most villainous creature in the supernatural world.
"You let that man die. Hell, you probably killed him." Kristina said her face not shifting from the naked rose bush in front of her. The human girl's voice monotone, which surprised Niklaus. Kristina expected him to push himself away like Elijah had done or deny it or yell and threaten her but he did neither. Niklaus brought his gaze towards her and laughed, a laugh that could split the dry earth in two on a windy day. This left the raven head baffled.
"You create and cause death and you laugh." Kristina said her voice still unchanging but this time she faced him, not shifting her usually uncomfortable eyes but staring him straight in his electric blue eyes.
"No, love." He said not giving evidence that he had just released joy jells of laughter. Niklaus face got stone solid as he met her gaze. His lips twinkled in the almost invisible night. Niklaus pulled her towards him till their faces where perfectly horizontally parallel and his breath fanned the shell of her ear.
"Sweetheart, I am Death. Nothing can kill me. Not even the might stick you have been staring at for many minutes." After digesting his words Kristina focused her gaze and was surprised to find that she had been staring at the stake shaped piece of wood about 7 feet away from the bench.
"Not even the strongest smartest courageous creature with the perfect weapon could kill me." Niklaus' voice echoed throughout Kristina's mind and the dark ice night in the 1400s.
-(Back to the present)-
All of Kristina weight was on Niklaus' chest and torso. His face had written terrified, fury and disbelief. It was a terrific feeling to have such an in-pack on a monster like Niklaus. To have a weapon that could demolish him, to have the element of surprise and to have the wisdom to execute the plan was ego-busting. Kristina loved it but only for seconds.
Before Niklaus could react to the white oak stake in her possession, she sent the oak stake flying on the course to his intoxicatingly evil heart. Just as the stake was about to hit skin, the hybrids caught gazes; Kristina's red lips mouthed the world's most manipulated word, trust.
When the wood hit the hybrid's skin, she didn't waste time on getting up and straightening out her dress. The raven head pushed off Niklaus, flying backwards towards Mikael, who stood dumbfounded in the doorway of the Lockwood mansion.
Kristina's left arm touched the hated man first as she gripped the collar of his suit, lifting him up off the stairs. In the transition of being airborne Kristina tucked her knees in till her heels were pressed against Mikael's chest with one hand clasping the fabric that kept him bay and the other, hold a death grip on the true white oak stake. Mikael's green brown eyes burned with hatred and betrayal as he saw the situation unfold. The action took less then seconds but in the witch/werewolf hybrid's mind the second seemed like minutes.
"He has the silver dag-" Mikael tried to say a phrase of warning but before he could finish Mikael hit the concrete and Kristina's hand snapped down, due to her detestation and the impact, into her old mentor's heart.
The magic in the air sparked a new level as Kristina released the supernatural witnesses of the excruciating massive headache and forced all her power on the fire that quickly engulfed Mikael making him roar in pain.
The fire towering over Mikael's incinerating body grew to the height of the second floor radiating unbearable heat that the creature close enough could caught on fire as well.
The orange, red and yellow flames danced around her visions and played with her mind. It was over. Mikael's soul was sent to the "other-side". Kristina was free of the man that had caused her the worst rage, shame and depression possible. The joy seemed to bubble up in her chest, as she heard monstrous man breath no more.
"Kristina?" Niklaus' voice seemed smooth and careful but Kristina didn't turn to her fellow hybrid just yet.
Kristina let out a shaky breath and left the remainders of the tears silently twinkle off her chin and drop to the ground that held her biggest burden, which was now dead.
The witch/werewolf tucked a lose curl behind her ear as she turned to Niklaus.
His sandy curls were tussled more dramatically and his cheeks burned red, which matched his eyes. His globes were a rich glazed blue with the whites shock red from the tears that were now dry against his face. Deep in his eyes Kristina could see the relief like her own.
That moment she realized how much alike they were. Both had had screwed up families, both were an exotic rare race of hybrid, both were alone in their own worlds and lastly, both had destroyed the man that had manipulated, abused and mocked them for the most half of their supernatural life.
The butterflies in her lower stomach busted to life but it was different this time. This time she didn't unwelcome them.
Niklaus edged closer making Kristina cheek flourish with red. They were close enough to where each other's breath fanned the other's face and their lips were only two hatred inches apart.
His eyes were no longer the oceanic blue eyes that masked a murderous invincible hybrid. This time they were the deep dark blue of a man that had suffered and understood just as much as Kristina.
Niklaus rested a hand on Kristina's flushed cheek.
Kristina closed her deep stormy grey eyes softly as if to insure her feelings and was pleased to find that she wasn't indecisive about them.
"That will be all, Kristina." Niklaus said his lips parting slightly.
His words sent her mind swirling to the night in Chicago back in the 1920's. That night Mikael had spoken those exact words as he placed the silver dagger straight into her sore heart.
Then Mikael's most recent words hit her, "He has the silver dag-".
Kristina had killed him before he could finish his warning but she knew who he was and she knew what the last word was.
Before Kristina could reveal her furious grey eyes to the monster in front of her, there was the potent sound of sharp metal slicing through the chilled air and into something hard.
Her eye opened unnaturally wide in shock as the pain erupted across her chest and all over her shaky body. The pain was unbearable but this pain didn't come from the silver dagger that was restricting her heart from beating, it came from the betrayal.
"I don't trust anyone, love." His deep voice echoed throughout her ears as her body went limp and let itself fall to the ground just as the fresh tears fell moments after his last words.
Kristina blinked her misty grey eyes once more before the jet-black night atmosphere consumed her vision.
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