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Chapter 24: Face From The Past
Kristina's storm cloud stones scanned every face in the packed elegant ballroom. Not sure who to look for or who to avoid but it didn't take long for a memorable immortal to find her.
"I'm glad you excepted the invite, love." His deep British ancient enchanted her ears as he offered the dark headed woman a glass of Champaign.
"The invitation was a shock." Kristina muttered while her mind went straight to the argument she shared with Niklaus' brother, Elijah. Though she was sure the love Elijah and her shared had been kept secret from most of the original family. This she was glad of. The hybrid original escorted her deeper into the lively festivity.
"The dress is beautiful." She confessed. It was a lovely however an unexpected surprise to find the gorgeous lace gown in the grey box, which came with the unsigned invite.
"I didn't want you to have an excuse not to come, love." Niklaus said giving her a playful smile as he chuckled at his truthful comment, "Plus, I have another surprise in store." The man in the classic tux added, guiding her towards one of the closed door. Leading her away from the lively cocktail celebration.
"Is this necessary, Klaus?" Kristina said lightly, hold onto the hybrid's hand for security as his other hand covered her curious grey eyes.
"Very." He purred in her ears. Kristina ignored the wave of goose bumps on the sensitive bare skin of her neck.
"How much longer of this?" The witch-werewolf whined. The feeling of one of her senses cut off drove her to an uneasy state.
"Go ahead." Nik chuckled, dropping his hand and placing it in his pocket.
The little gasp that fell from Kristina's mouth sent a triumphant explosion inside Niklaus. Her eyes got wide, glinting with shock and what he thought were tears, and her rose lips parted slightly.
"I..." She started but stopped. No thought she could express by words would show how surprised and touched she felt.
Colors of black and colors of winter's warmth and coldness captivated the witch-werewolf hybrid's observation. In the painting of the raven-head woman in a dress much like her own sat straight with her face directing towards glossy black grand piano and her back facing the appreciator.
"The dress." Kristina smiled her hands tracing over the lace of her own dress, like the one she once wore half a millennium ago.
"With or without that dress, the first day I laid my eyes on you I was..." He began but paused to find the true adjective.
"Intoxicated?" Kristina laughed remembering his drunken state when she first stood in the original's presence.
"I was going to say mesmerized but I was intoxicated too." He said laughing shamefully; look down at his black dress shoes blushing in embarrassment.
Silence lingered in the atmosphere as Kristina allowed her attention to be captured by the beauty of the 500 year old painting while Klaus lost himself in the beauty of the 5 century old immortal.
Klaus curse himself secretly. It wasn't logical to feel for Kristina. To even think of her as a friend was crossing the lines of normality. But here he stood, unable to take his sight off of her just like the grin broadcast on his lips.
They were two very different beings, one dark the other light. They were opposites but he couldn't neglect the strong attraction to be close to her: to talk to her, to touch her, to love her. And here she stood as if to defiling his entire unconstructive taught about the feeling mustered inside of him.
The thousand-year-old vampire had craved for this moment most. Her way of making even silence comfortable or the way her presence alone made his mind sooth itself. Klaus missed seeing how much he affected Kristina in her innocent face and witnessing her enigmatic fire-burning attitude also.
The original had missed her more then he would ever let her or any one else know. Niklaus had pushed through the misery of her death in absolute silence, never letting or telling Elijah how he had truly felt towards the little dark haired servant girl. The werewolf-vampire preached, "Love was a vampire's greatest weakness." It was his number one rule but he always told himself he was a rule breaker. Thought, Elijah's feelings for Kristina weren't a mystery, Niklaus didn't see posted next to his brother.
"It is truly beautiful. Breathtaking." Kristina whispered as she finally turned to meet Niklaus' analyzing electric blue eyes.
"I could never captivated a beauty like yours on just paper alone." He said towering over her slightly, making her crane her neck up to meet his gaze. Don't blush, Kristina scolded to herself except the blood under her cheeks had already begun to rise.
For the longest time, Kristina had desired to kill him, to eliminate him from the cruel world he affects greatly. It was different now; she had learned he wasn't responsible for her family's murder.
Though, Nik was still the vampire-werewolf hybrid that looked-for nothing more then to create more of his kind, to turn more of Kristina's wolf kind. The werewolf-witch was against almost everything he stood for. She was against putting others in pain; she was against people that caused death and misery. She was against vampires. But faith hade her inches away from the man she told herself to despise.
"Kristina, I'm sorry-" Niklaus started but was quickly hushed by the raven-head's index finger on his open mouth.
"No more apologies today." She whispered softly before replacing her index finger with her rose lips.
The embrace was different from the one in the alleyway. This one wasn't forced and powerful in a surprising sense. It was passionate and wished from both halves.
Warmth replenished the cold of Kristina's lonely lips of as Niklaus brought his hands to her lower back, pushing her closer to his radiating body. His lips danced with hers till she granted him accesses into a more deepened kiss.
"I have been waiting for this for centuries, love." Niklaus whispering on her lips before he trailed down her exposed neck with butterfly kisses.
Kristina chuckled lightly as her grip on his already tussled hair tightened as he bit on her collarbone softly.
"Already forget about yesterday, Klaus?" Kristina muttered softly as she extended her neck back in response to her touch.
His hands stopped roaming her back as he digested her words. Pulling back to see her confused face, his blue eyes softened from the normal hungry ones.
"I've haven't been waiting for just a kiss." Niklaus said his eyebrows netted somewhat as frustration filled his marine globes. "I've been waiting for you to not only kiss me back. I have been waiting for you to loss yourself in my presence, like I do even second my eyes meet yours." Words pouring from Niklaus' numb lips like butter.
Kristina seized her breath at the disbelief of his words. Shock in his deep blue wide eyes was evidence that he hadn't planned it. Those words hadn't been thought over for a long time. They were spontaneous and true from his heart.
Niklaus had never showed affection in such depth. Never in his many year of living did he ever experience such strong emotion towards one being. And by the expression plastered on Kristina's face, she had never expected it to come from his mouth.
"I try not to loss myself in you." Kristina confessed, automatically seeing the pain flash past his angelic face. He held his place but dropped his arms from her body like she had burned him to the touch.
Before he could completely leave her, Kristina continued her thought. "We are too different. To different to be aloud to feel such an attraction." The dark hair woman finished with a sigh, as her eyes rested on the spot on his chest of where is heart should be.
"We aren't opposite. We choose to be opposites, love." Niklaus said lifting up her chin so he could see Kristina's expression. It was impossible to stare into those wide blue globes and not feel overwhelmed by his presence.
"You never deserved this. To be cursed with being both witch and werewolf. I see it in your eyes right now. It's a blue moon tonight and you already feel the pain of turning. I would turn you into a vampire but that would to be selfish of me." Niklaus spoke softly.
"It's a fight for you but I'm here. You don't have to turn alone, to feel the pain alone." Niklaus words sat in her mind.
They washed through her stunned heart and played with her mind. Never in her many year of living did she feel so touched by words allow. Not even Elijah had amazed her to such an extent where words and tears could not depart her body.
"Love." He called her with his nickname; both hands on her flushed perfect cheeks.
The three words sat in his mouth like lava, burning to be release to the cool air that would turn it into a heavy weight. A heavy weight that he would have to carry around with him for the rest of his life if he didn't say them out loud. It was as if he would combust if he didn't speak his mind. She needed to know.
"I-" He started already loosing himself in her curious storm cloud globes.
"Niklaus." A voice called from behind him, where the door way was posted.
Angry and aggravation filled his blood like adrenaline. Horrible damn timing, Niklaus cursed under his breath.
"Mother requested all of us at the stairs." Kol smirked, knowing he interrupted something important.
"That can wait." Niklaus growled at his younger brother but Kristina only smiled.
"Go. You'll have plenty of time to tell me after." Kristina pushed him towards the doorway.
"Go to hell." Nik muttered towards his mischievous brother as he past him.
Kristina stared directly at the Mikaelson boy. Memories of him were still fresh in her head as she took him his features in once more. Nothing had changed since the night she was killed except for the length of his brown hair. Now it was cropped short, giving him a more modern look.
"I don't like you." He confessed slightly with a grin pulling up on the corners of his soft pink lips. With his hands in his pockets, the original stoked closer.
"The feeling is mutual." She commented her voice as monotone as her facial expression.
The hybrid blamed him slightly for her death as a human. Yes, Mikael had compelling him but it didn't decrease the eager craving she had to snap his neck.
"I would expect." He chuckled, circling her and letting his eyes take in her features.
"Your not good for him." Kol commented bluntly. "You make him weak and oblivious to his one rule." He stated stopping behind the woman.
Kristina let her eyes stare at the door way as she felt the flickering of new color erupt in her silver stones. She welcomed the topaz color and the new strength it brought. If he was looking for a fight, she wasn't afraid to start one.
"You remind me of Tatia; beautiful, smart but deceiving and manipulating." The Mikaelson said with infecting poison spilling from his words.
Kristina only netted her brows at the name of the first original doubleganger.
"You playing with both my brother isn't something welcome in my family. Especially because the first woman they fought over was used to kill us." Kol spat, his voice echoing in her ears and in the dry air.
He walked towards the door way slowly, certain he got his point across.
"Tread with care. There is more then one way to kill any being." He threatened with a low voice and piercing brown eyes that resembled Mikael's greatly.
"Enjoy the night." Kol smiled sinisterly before leaving the rooms, both hands in his trouser pockets and wide grin plastered on his sinister face.
Returning to the crowd of people in the ballroom, Kristina saw no one stirred to an uneasy state like she was. Whether Kol had really gotten under her skin, she would never confess but the hybrid knew his threat was true. There is always more then one way to kill a bird.
"You all right?" A voice spoke from beside her.
She contained the uneasy jump her heart gave before turning to reveal the younger Salvatore.
"Peachy." Kristina muttered sarcastically, taking his glass of hard liquor from his hands. "You?"
"Watching my brother dance with the girl I love and standing in the house of the man I have tried to kill countless times. So you can call me peachy." The Salvatore said eyeing the couple that danced across the ballroom.
"Maybe you need this drink more then I do." The witch-werewolf hybrid confessed.
"Where have you been?" Stefan asked curiously
"Walking around, avoiding the usual." Kristina lied easily. It wasn't time for Stefan to know her true feelings for the hybrid. She enjoyed their friendship too much to ruin it yet.
The clearing of a familiar voice made her heart pick up in pace. Elijah stood closer to the bottom of the grand staircase dressed in his more then usual fancy tux with lighter brown hair gelled back slightly. His lips were pulled up in an amused smile and his green emerald eyes scanning the room slowly.
"If every one could gather, please. Welcome. Thank you for joining us. You know when ever my mother brings us all together like this its tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. Tonight's pick is a centuries old walks so if all of you could find yourselves a partner. Please join us on the ballroom. "
The whole family was posted closer to the top of the stairs. It went from Rebekah, Kol, to Niklaus, who sent her one of his signature grins, to the man she believed to be Finn. The last persons that stood at the very top of the stairs made Kristina doubt the small amount of alcohol in her system.
The woman with long blond hair and the palest blue eyes she had ever seen stood tall staring right at her. She wrecked of familiarity.
All of a sudden the air around Kristina became thick and concentrated as if every muscle and every blink was slowed down 5 times its normal speed. It was as if a dense cloud of gas hugged her body, gradually pushing her down till broke under its power.
Kristina had felt this presence only once before. Her age was five summers. The full moon stood strong above her like the 12 witches that surrounded her. They were all their to help, to make the terrified child forget the pains of her double being and her transgression.
Memory of agony and white light consumed Kristina closed eyelids as she stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom. They were draining her of all her supernatural power.
Just when the 5 year old thought it was over, the witches dropped like flies, their magical presence disappearing Kristina senses.
Out of the thick mist, a woman figure walked towards her five year old crippled body. Wearing a wool green dress, the blond woman's motherly pale eyes over took her grey eyes. Sending pounds of heavy gravity on to her small fragile bones. It was the witch that finished the spell that made her forget everything.
When Kristina opened her eyes she wasn't sitting in the dim lit cottage house Kol had once hidden her in, where the hybrid first had the flash back. She stood holding on to Stefan's hand for support from her week knees
"Kristina?" Stefan question, concern coating his voice but Kristina ignored it. Locked eyes with the Original witch, her facial feathers didn't change from the stern lips and narrowed eyes. Neither did Kristina till applause broke out and the instrumental music filled her ears.
The dark haired woman looked down at the marble tiles of the ball floor as she felt the witch's magical presence decreased.
"What the hell was that?" Stefan hissed, catching her attention now. Before Kristina could explain the Salvatore stepped back slightly, inhaled quickly.
"Your eyes." He whispered in shock. They were a strong white silver liquid color, like element mercury.
"I have to go." She hesitated before letting go of the surprised vampire and blurring out of sight.
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Note: Kristina's flashback at the end of the chapter was summarized because I wrote it at the every beginning of chapter 11, if you need a refresher.