(MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND: to understand this chapter you have to read the end of Chapter 7 before) This is possibly the most changeling chapters and I'm sorry it took so long. I celebrated by birthday this week and I haven't had much time between partying, planning, school and soccer. Hope you love it! This is part two of "Forgiveness Is A Gift". Ask as many questions as you need and I will answer them to the best of my capabilities.
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Chapter 27: Unraveling
The steady flow of winter sleet and soft snowflakes coated the frozen dead grass surrounding the Mikaelson Manor. Through the window, all anyone could see was the sparkling white sheet covering till the horizon, the first snow of December. The change in weather wasn't far off from the norm in the countryside of London.
Kristina would have gawped out the window aimlessly in her own enchanted wonderland if it hadn't been for the thoughts of sure panic and death bouncing back and forth in her confined mind. Yes, the pure innocence of the first white snow of December would have brought her great merry, considering the joyful occasion she had set up and decorated for Lady Rebekah's arrival. But instead of the vibe of celebration coursing through her longing veins like she had experienced while dancing in her master's arms, fear had sunken deep into her skin like fangs injecting her with evil. The wound had sunken deep though it held no flesh wound. Only the dark-haired servant knew the extent of her agony and heart aching.
The face, which she had once loved, lost, and mourned, had approach her without care just seconds ago. Deadly familiar black eye, the color of granite, still burned into the back of her shocked mind, she caressed the guilt pushing up underneath her skin.
"Prepare a room in an ears distances of yours, dear." Athan's last words echoed into her numb ears as Kristina inhaled his very real features and cunning smirk. The surprise of seeing Athan, alive in the flesh, was still the size of the sound a pin made when it fell to the floor. It was quick and almost doubting, but Kristina knew it was an explosion in rational context. The idea needed to sink in just like the stomach curling fangs he now possessed.
Confusion scratched at her memory to her discomfort. She tried to force her mind to recall the event that had hit her heart with coldness greater then the paralyzing ice wind thrashed in the mid December nights. Everything had been in slow motion but everything happened in such a short time.
Kristina felt her body finally reach a numb state and let her back gently fall with the path the wall made till her bottom became stiff against the cool wood floor. Closing her deep grey blood shot eyes, she looked back into the crippling moment.
-(Earlier that night)-
The feeling of butterflies racing around at the bottom of her stomach over took any feeling Kristina had had as she backed away from her master's arms. It was wrong the way he was treating her, with such fake kindness. Almost as of he was treating her as an equal compared to his original vampire state.
The dark-haired woman wouldn't let anyone take advantage of her like that. Not after her heart had been destroyed, beaten, and scourged with the fire of loosing someone to dear to comprehend.
She wouldn't look back. Kristina knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself if she saw Niklaus hungry eyes staring at her back. What the hell is wrong with you!? She screamed in her mind. No, she couldn't and she wouldn't fall for a creature of the night. How could she even think of Klaus like that when Athan had just died? How could she forget him? Athan had die because of her, his life was cut short because of her actions of rebellion.
In her train of thought she ran into something hard and sturdy, before looking up, she whipped the tear falling for her misty grey eyes.
"I beg my pardon, I must be more attentive." The tearful human said before meeting the almost pit black eyes that seemed to dagger her heart.
"Athan?" She said stepping back abruptly but he only closed the space between them in a seductive manner. He wore elegant attire like most of the Lords at the celebration. His hair was shorter then the length he had felt her with. Her seemed clean, obtaining a higher class and radiated ego. One that would pull any woman in except herself, nothing about him was inviting now. This wasn't Athan; Kristina made herself think as she shook her head slightly in disbelief.
"Hello, darling." Athan said flashing his white teeth smile. His eyes run up and down her figure, licking his lips when his gaze reach her grey globes glazed with tears. Before Athan could step closer in a stacking manner a strong voice made them both freeze. It was a voice she swore she had heard once, but the memories were too distant.
"Athan, I see you have made your way to the celebration." The man chuckled with a thick British accent. He stepped aside, into view from behind Athan's back. The tall man held his head high as if he was held in higher stature then most at the celebration. The slightly lighter wavy brown hair stop around his ears framing his strong noticeable jawbone perfectly, his lips were a thin dull pink and his eyes struck her with uncertainty warning. They were a deep brown but she could see the familiar green specks in them as well. His globes held a curious expression as they scanned the room before planting themselves on Kristina. As if on cue his expression turned cunning, making Athan hands ball into fists and his whole body tense.
"Hello sweetheart," The mysterious man said stepping closer to observe her feature more in detail. The arrogant feel he showered over Kristina made her think of only one thing, one horrifying thing, one evil thing. The hazel-eyed man was a vampire.
Kristina could feel her muscles tense to an extreme as she locked her hatred grey eyes into his.
Why was this man with Athan? Athan was dead. She was prepared to slowly leave her love for the no more existing man. But here he was standing in front of her with an expression she had seen for both Elijah and Niklaus, a pained but hungry expression that ate at your soul, an expression that only meant a strong hungry for blood.
"What did you do to Athan?" Kristina spat through her teeth, she felt like her inside were on fire. And her hand's trembled in white rage and she didn't try and hide it.
The mystery man hesitated staring at her small figure like she was a foreign beast. A creature he had never encountered. Then his expression switched to a smirk on his lips and Kristina could see the veins under his hazel globes bulge up from under her skin and the whites of his eyes turn red with hungry.
"She is something, isn't she Athan?" The man said trying to push a dark curl away from her face but she stepped back faster then she would have thought possible.
"She is, Master." Athan answered not retracting his balled fists in response his knuckles where as white as ghosts. And his jaw was clenched tighter then a bear's.
"Master?" Kristina murmured in horror, feeling her gut being shoved up into her stomach.
Before Kristina could explode on the man Athan called his master. Two gusts of a small wind hit her back. Their presence was too familiar doubt and the chuckle of Niklaus while Elijah cleared her voice destroyed all uncertainty of their presence.
"Brother, it's been a while." Elijah said already stepping in front of Kristina and pushing her back towards Niklaus.
Even in the presence of Athan and Elijah, she could bring herself to look at her Master though she knew he was catching glances towards her. Kristina was the one who left Nik on the ballroom floor. And now they stood in the presence of her old love. Kristina doubted her sanity could stay intact much longer. It was a nightmare. One that she would wake up from in the middle of the night covered in her own sweat and tears as her breathe caught up with her heart.
"I thought it was time for a visit. Don't you think Niklaus?" The pain in Kristina chest had reached a high. He was an Original vampire like Niklaus and Elijah, meaning he wouldn't be killed.
"I heard Rebekah was in town and I could let the opportunity pass to see my favorite little sister and most my family." The younger brother said a smirk on his face. His voice was somewhat sarcastic at the end. It was have created suspicion in Kristina's mind if she was trying her best to not shed a tear.
"Kol, how long will you be staying this time?" Niklaus said a small smile in his full pink lips. Kristina couldn't take her eyes off of her Master, now. His calmness seemed to subside the pounding in her heart to a somewhat normal speed.
"As long as you open your arm to me." Kol smirked glancing to the dark haired woman next to his half brother. This woman was the topic of subject for the past two days with Athan. He was an annoying servant but Kol curiosity towards this woman had grown with Athan's constant description to her beauty. And now that he lad his eyes on her, he knew Athan hadn't done her justice.
"And who have you endangered us with?" Elijah said, meaning the man Kol had brought with him.
"He is no threat to Nik and you, Elijah." Kol smirk not moving his mischievous eyes from the grey ones Kristina possessed. He could sense the fear coursing through her small body, it screamed to his delight. "Athan will need a room near me as well." Kol said finally setting his eyes on Elijah's blank expression.
Kristina had told him about Athan and the human knew that Elijah was smart enough to connect the dots.
"Prepare a room in an ears distances of yours, dear." Athan spoke, for the second time, his lips curling up into a dangerous grin before the small woman turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Her small gasp for air filled her own ears as the memory subsided to the present. The sound of her voice even scared her. She didn't dare open her tearful eyes to the mocking darkness sod the hall. Her body disobeyed the commands her brain shouted. Her corpses burned and ever muscle that she stained sent an explosion of disgust to her stomach.
"Kristina." The voice made her flinch and a small whimper left her numb lips. The tears had all been spilled and her grey eyes felt as if sand had been poured into her dry eye sockets.
"Your alright, Kristina." Elijah said soft wrapping his hands around the shaking human. Kristina dug her face into his blouse, letting her body tremble and shiver uncontrollably. The memory of the revolting event, which happened just 10 minutes ago, was worse then the actual thing. The only thought that was clear in her disseminated mind was the disappointment that floated above her like smoke, suffocating her with its fumes. It was the disappoint caused by Elijah coming to comfort her instead of Nik. It was childish but the pain only increased.
(Present time of To Build A Home)
His hands trembled in harmony to his dead heartbeat. His eyes were the color blood shot red and his breath resembled one of a marathon runner. The light in his loft was dim to his delight; it made the scene look more murderous and mysterious. Nik stared at the shaky human with his grasp, her breath and heartbeat was almost was wild as his own. It only added to the excitement of the kill.
Kristina had left him, in the middle of the ballroom, in the middle of a rebelling audience. The pain she had created made the years of abuse he had suffered from his so-called father become nothing. It was worse then drowned in a lake of vervain, a millennium of burning sunlight or the pain of transforming into a werewolf. It was a pain that he had not fully acquired in a long time. The way it manipulated his weak mind and the way it created a black hole in the center of his chest. No it wasn't something Niklaus was used to.
He remembered seeing the back of her head, her falling black curls. She didn't even looking back. Not once did she hesitate. And not once did Nik hesitate to go after her. Just like a love struck puppy, he chased her but his motives weren't as innocent as a pup's. He had lost his touch over the days gazing over her but this moment had changed everything, absolutely everything.
Nik knew what he would do. Ripe out her heart maybe, like she had done to him in a short instant. Turn into a werewolf while her back was turned. Or maybe he would just demand an explanation. But he didn't have the time for either.
She was gone by the time he had blurred to the doorway. Her red lips were nowhere to be found just like her long raven curls. Her moon grey eyes, the eyes of an angel/demon, which he now knew their deceiving qualities. They were gone. They had disappeared into the moonlight of the full moon just like the last remaining humanity he was capable of obtaining. It was all gone.
Nik didn't remember of go back to the ballroom. It was like a blur. But he knew he was certain he had kept a stone face, none of the people here would have the satisfaction of seeing him as weak. He would never be weak. It was his secret promise.
If in a better state, the hybrid would have questioned why he was holding a trembling young woman. Though his thought of consequences were shot and his desire for blood over powered all judgment. All he could do was stare at the pulsing heart in his possession.
The human was silent, with only the pumping of blood to fill both their ears. Her dark brown hair left in messy curls that casted a shadow across her face. Her face was oval but held high cheekbones that illuminated her fearful deep grey eyes.
They were somewhat like Kristina's, wide with a beautiful color of granite rock but the human's were different. They possessed a green tint instead of Kristina's pure silver flacks. Niklaus chuckled like a mad man. He knew himself to well. The hybrid loved a kill with a meaning.
The resemblance the girl in the black dress had with Kristina was great enough to made his gums ache and his throat burn with unshed tears and pure rage.
Just imagining the red liquid on his lips and all over his hands, it had him shiver with pleasure. He had missed the act of a revenges kill.
Niklaus' hands softly trace her neck till he cupped her face gentle. Those grey eyes were so wide, so pure, so Kristina. He smiled sinisterly.
"You can scream as loud as you want, love." His words rolled out his mouth like a silk.
Retracting his head back, to get a better angle, he hesitated feeling the gust of wind.
"Niklaus." Elijah's voice filled his ears instead of the grey eyes girl's scream.
"I won't hesitated to dagger you and drop your body into the ocean." Niklaus muttered elongating his sharp fangs. He slide his tongue over his teeth, feeling his own blood fill his mouth as his canines pore little cuts across his tongue. They healed in less then a second but it was enough to encourage a more satisfying kill.
"He needs to kill, brother." Kol said in a snarky tone towards Elijah. "It's inevitable."
"Get the hell out of my sight." Niklaus snarled, his hybrid eyes burning with a new dark topaz. The moment Niklaus' fangs where inches away from the no name girl his head exploded.
Nik's knees buckled, giving away the weight he had once rested on them. His hands automatically speed toward his head, pulling his curl in the sensation of maddening pain.
Elijah's cries eventually mixed in with his own and for the longest time Nik craved to black out. Just to pass out so the cranium cracking pain would only be a memory.
Before he could open blood shot blue eyes, images of blurred pictures and moments burned themselves in his mind. Memories of the night Kol had taken Kristina started to appear but they were different. Pictures and moments of Kristina's human life; her smiling, laughing, crying and even her blood filled in mind like water on a boat. They were altered in the chronological order. They overtook any and all brain function. When the pain subsided immediately, Nik knew there was only two who could inflict such pain. Kristina and Esther.
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