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Chapter 25: Unthinkable Desires
"Kristina." A sweet voice echoed in her eyes but she ignored it. She had her mind set on leaving as soon as possible. Niklaus' mother was the woman at the very top of the stairs. She was the witch that had turned her human and the witch who was turning the gravity around her into tons.
Before the raven-head could exit through the elegant tall double, two firm hands on both her arm forced her to a stop.
A slow warning snarl escaped her lips, barring her sharp teeth, at the physical touch. But the sight of the familiar saddened face made her wolf canine teeth retract back to their hiding spot.
The werewolf-witch turned away from Elijah, avoided eye contact for a second to make sure her eyes were back to their normal dirty grey instead of the pure silver Stefan had witnessed.
"Kristina?" The Original vampire asked again, not letting his iron grip decrease.
"Elijah." Kristina stated, feeling the muscles in her jaw, arm and stomach tensing at the power of his hold. His strength was nothing compared to his brother. At times she felt totally powerless against Niklaus.
"Dance with me?" He asked his green eyes melting at the sight of her.
The last time they danced was in Paris, the night he wake Mikael.
His hold dropped from her arms as he placed a hand out for her to take. Her mind swirled to the blonde woman he called his mother.
Kristina stressed her best smile as she took the original's hand. Elijah could give her some insight on the original witch, the hybrids though before she could regret her choose.
The immortals barely let their hands brush and let their eyes touch instead as the familiar music started to enchant the souls of the dancers.
Most of the partners were familiar; Kristina saw Stefan's brother, Damon with the Katharine look-a-like, Rebekah intertwining fingers with the bartender of the Grill and lastly she saw Niklaus with a sweet smile on his lips, staring into the eyes of a blonde blue globed beauty.
Something built up at the very bottom of her stomach. It pulled at her mind and twisted in discomfort. The pain made it difficult to peel her grey narrowed globes off the dancing couples. Kristina didn't know which made her more irritated, that he was giving his smoldering smirk to the Barbie or the fact that she cared enough to look.
"It's funny how jealousy works as old age consumes us." Elijah whispered lightly in her ear, bring back the raven-head's attention to her dance partner.
"I'm not jealous." She snapped hastily as she met his narrowed globes.
He laughed slightly as he spun her around the room; she had always been oblivious to her feelings.
"You used to be different. I used to be different. The situation used to be different but I never thought your feelings for my brother would be different." Elijah sighed but still maintaining a soft grin on his lips. He could see the pain flash across her beautiful face. To say his comment was entirely pure in its context would be a lie. It hurt him to see her even look at Nik. "You used to hate him. Now you give him looks the you used to give me." He concluded, his jaw tensing at the thought of his brother's hands on Kristina.
The grey-eyed woman could feel her heart whined and her body tense slightly, enough for him to notice the change. Elijah was never a violent man, physically, but he knew how to bend words to his favor.
"Elijah-" Kristina started to protest but he stopped her.
"I would never pull you back from happiness. Not when you enchanted me with many years of joy. I would never be that selfish but I know my brother. I know his motives and reasoning. I don't want you to get hurt." He said not looking at Kristina but the man he knew as his false non-trustable brother.
"Elijah, I don't want to hurt you by telling you about Nik." The way she said his name made his jaw clench. Only the people closest to the hybrid could call him, Nik.
How beautiful his brother's name sounded coming from her mouth, it made his inside burn with jealousy. It had once been his name she had called with such a sweet voice.
"You used to be more aware of his evil-" Elijah started, pain building up his chest, before she interrupted with death in her voice.
"I used to be human. Is that we're your getting at?" Kristina spat, heat releasing itself underneath her cheeks. She knew the original's silence was the answer to her question.
"Do you love my brother?" Elijah said after a great deal of silence. She couldn't help but realize his voice was normal volume as if he wanted Niklaus to hear.
Kristina stiffened with a flabbergasted expression upon her face, her wide grey globes stayed glued on his emerald forest green globes.
"I-" The werewolf-witch began but felt a lump in her throat grew.
The true answer was still unknown. Kristina had just fallen for Nik's devilish grin and powerful determination. It had been only a couple of hours ago when she discovered she truly fancied the sand hair man. A man she once taught to be the most murderous creature that ever walked the earth.
Now she requested his hands wrapped around her. The hands that killed countless sisters, brothers, children, parents, wives and husbands, the hands that committed the deadliest sin mercilessly. She craved his pink lips on her, lips that drained the life from innocent victim. Kristina let her mind turn to its final wheels before focusing back on her once lover.
"I could learn to love him." Kristina whispered as she swallowed the lump in her throat also pushed back the tears that somehow had balling up in corner her storm cloud eyes.
Elijah's deep emerald eyes gazed with frustration. They gaped at her for what felt like an eternity but only lasted a stunting moment. Taking in her all her beauty, he gently whipped the tears away, leaving her laughing slightly at her own weakness. Elijah twirled her in, to where his arms crossed over her stomach, and inhaled in her dangerous scent that played with any man's willpower.
"I will never stop feeling for you." He whispered softly into her pitch-black hair, making sure no one could hear except for her.
Kristina tightened her grip on his hands as he let out a steady breath and sent her out of his arms.
Kristina felt her hands hit a chest before she had fully steadied herself. Her curious ancient eyes slowly traveled up to meet familiar muddy brown-green eyes. His frame was much like Mikael's. His brown hair, eyes, and strong jaw line resembled much of his father.
The original had an elegant hand stretched out waiting for her to take. Hesitantly, the hybrid takes the original's hand, letting him sway her side to side.
"Finn Mikaelson." He said his voice oozing with the older English language, which she had once spoken. Kristina stared at him for a while, imagining the bright red headed woman named Sage next to the serious looking man in front of her. The hybrid had met the old vampire many centuries ago when she was still hot on the hunt for Niklaus.
The dark haired woman smiled lightly, they were the perfect clash of opposites. He lightly swirls her before pulling her back.
"I presume you are Lady Kristina Rachela Genesis Tepes." The eldest Original said making her finch slight at the usage of her last name. She felt her hands slightly tense at the presence of another original vampire.
"Pleasure to finally meet, Finn." Kristina falsely greeted sweetly. To many vampires made her anxious, especially if they were originals. She knew he was the closest with the original witch and there was a reason for his sudden introduction.
"I have a favor to ask on behalf of my mother." The vampire replied, his voice low and his brown-green eyes serious. "She requests to finally meet." Finn said hesitating before letting the lie flow from his lips.
"Lead the way." Kristina stated, curiosity breaking through her better judgment. The grip on her hands suddenly tightens before Finn blurs them out of the sight from the humans and his immortal siblings.
Her big grey eyes full with anger as she realizes the dangerous extent of his actions. What if someone had saw them? More importantly, what if Niklaus had seen them?
"She waits inside." Finn stated, opening the door for her as he analyzed her being with repulsion.
Kristina could feel the disgust surge through his blood and strong analyzing eyes. The idea of another impossible being walking the evil earth made most cringe. The witch-werewolf hybrid knew this. Though, a being that needs to drain the innocent of their life had no place to judge her.
Kristina walked past him, shooting a death glare before being consumed by the scent of sage and the candle light of the room.
Before Kristina can even control her magic, it surges from her like its been dying to be released and infatuated the candle's fire to a new height.
As if the room doesn't radiate warning, the feel that gravity is pushing her down over takes her muscles.
"Hello, Kristina." The familiar voice compelled the hairs on her neck and her arms to rise. The blonde witch walked out of the shadowy corner of the room, giving Kristina a fake-lipped smile.
The dark headed woman let the silence linger before responding to the woman she already disliked.
"Do you mind?" Kristina clenched her teeth as the gravity on her bones increased, making it hard for her legs to keep herself up in a normal state.
"My apologies, dear." Esther said. Her words lifted the weight bestowed on Kristina, letting the hybrid straighten her back. "You must be confused, sit." She said in a motherly tone motioning towards the small sofa.
Kristina let her body sit but it didn't release the tension of the discomfort the original witch portrays. "Excuse the burning sage-" Esther began but Kristina finished.
"They can't hear us. I know." Kristina muttered seeing the curiosity in the original witches pale blue eyes. "Esther, you forget, I am also a witch." The hybrid stated turning to fully face the woman.
She saw Niklaus in the features of her full lips and sandy blonde hair. Though, their eyes are every different blues. Esther's are rather pale and slightly murky while Nik's are a deep dark blue, a vibrant blue that makes any being want to observe them for as long as possible.
"I could never forget." The Original witch replied, a hint of edginess coating her voice. "You must have many questions for me. Ask away dear." She urged with a sweeter voice but Kristina knew the extent of its falseness.
An explosion of questions erupted in Kristina's mind. It was as if someone kicked a mountainous anthill. The ant ran scattering, having no knowledge where to go like the questions in her mind. Some questions the hybrid knew the answers, some questions were out of pure curiosity and some brought doubt into her mind. Did she really want the answers that itched at her curious mind?
"You made me this way?" Her first question was childish but her mind could build on it. It was as simple question with a possible complex answer.
"I did not make you this way." Esther replied, putting a sarcastic spin to the words "this way". As if she was implying that "this way" as understood to be a disease or a curse. Sometimes it truly felt like an illness or a burden but that was for Kristina to appreciate not anyone else to label.
"But your actions caused the creation of a supernatural like me?" Kristina shot her voice mimicking small anger, an anger that scratched and shoved till it eventually turned to white rage.
"If you mean my decision to help my family caused you to be an abnormal supernatural being, the answer is no and yes." Esther snapped back. Kristina was to her feet at the usage of "abnormal", letting a growl of warning evolve in her throat.
"I made a mistake turning my children into the world's biggest abominations. As for turning Niklaus into the destruction of nature's good and evil balance, I am slightly to blame for a being that would balance his being." Esther confessed but her voice didn't seem apologetic. "Your mother's mother's mother's mother, Ayanna is to blame. She saw the great error of my mistake. She made sure your mother; Varvara fell in love with Vasile, your pure werewolf father. Together they created you out of all odds. You were meant to balance Ayanna's mistake for trusting me." Truth spilled for Esther's lips like water.
Kristina knew her face casted no emotion but inside she screamed with frustration. Now it was her great great grandmother's fault. It seemed like she would never be in peace with the blame of her being.
"You turned me human, six full moon cycles after I killed my mother." Kristina stated her voice freezing the air around the witches. The temperature dropped around them and the static sparked in the dry air.
"I finished what the 12 witches were willing to start. You were never supposed to turn so quickly or ever for that matter. The spirits doubted your strength as a child. That was their mistake." Esther whispered like she had been burdened with the new knowledge just yesterday.
"What can kill me?" Kristina's last question hung in her min for that past three hundred years. But at what point she had decided to ask was unknown.
By the emotion in Esther's pale blue eyes, she hasn't expected that question to come to mind.
"Niklaus." The Original witch stated her face not swimming towards hers. "Both, you and Niklaus are connected by your true hybrid state. You were created without weakness except him. Without Nik, your presence on earth is not needed." Esther's words seeped into her skin then into her brain and heart. They both ached with a pain unexplainable.
Kristina had never wanted this. Who would want an eternity of heart brakes, suffering and only the emotion of anger to fill their veins? No one. No one person, even someone who could turn off his or her humanity. But misery was not a gift that could be asked for or be taken away. Misery was given to someone who the world knew could handle it better then anyone else. Happy people can't deal with such depressing pain but miserable people can. It's normal.
"Esther, what was your true intentions for inviting me?" Kristina said tear building up like skyscrapers in her wide storm cloud globes.
"I would like a favor from you." She said lightly standing to meet her fellow witch's eyes. "Just a sample of your blood. Name your price." Esther said searching her glassy eyes and stone face.
Kristina blood was a valuable thing. Witches could channel Kristina's power from the red liquor or us her blood as an element in a spell. While werewolves felt an unbreakable loyalty to her blood.
Esther of all people would desire it and Esther of all people could exactly give her what she truly would ask for. The original witch could make the possible happen and with Kristina she could do the impossible.
Before her puzzled mind caught up with her hearts yearning, the words slipped through her numb mouth as thick tears flowed down her red flushed cheeks.
"The lies, the stories, the centuries, the pain of what I was and the difference between what I have become, I want them gone. I want to be human again."
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