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Chapter 28: Red
The servant of 17 summers stared up out the flawless glass window of the dinning room of the Mikaelson Manor. The snow had finally subsided and now rested peacefully on the untouched miles of countryside. It hadn't stopped snowing for two weeks, the very day Athan and Kol had taken residency at the manor.
Her red lips cracked a sweet smile at the beautiful sight. Memories of Luke and Emily, her dearest siblings, playing long hours in the freezing cold with the broadest and most pure smiles of happiness sketched on their faces.
The smile made her face muscles whine at their stiffness. It had been a while since Kristina had genuinely smiled though the happy sensation quickly faded at the brake of laughter filling the once silent room. The dark-haired human redirected her focus towards the table surrounded by happy faces and open mouth smiles. She knew something was off about the faked picture of Originals getting along. Lord Kol's arrival hadn't sparked a merry atmosphere; with Christmas on its way she didn't expect it to change the least, not even with this new laughter filling the room.
Elijah stood straighter then usual at the other end of the table, his brown hair falling slightly longer then usual with a strained smirk on his thin lips. The green emerald eyes never caught her gaze. Ever since Athan had arrived, the older original brother had averted his gaze. He didn't even peak. The vampire was boldly ignoring her but then again, she couldn't blame him. Her first and former lover was sitting smug only two sits down. He knew the truth. He knew she was a modern day whore, Kristina thought feeling the familiar burning sensation in her sore throat.
Kristina squeezed her eye shut for a good moment. She would have to push Elijah's shadiness in the back of her mind as Athan took all thought.
The new vampire's back was facing the human, ever much to her liking. She had avoided him as Elijah did with her, no glances, no speaking nor any physical acknowledgement. Kristina was content with her actions. Just imagining his midnight eyes turn sinister by the sight of her pulsing neck or the sickening hungry expression he displayed towards her would bring tears to her eyes and the feeling of a dagger being plunged into her abdomen. Those eyes leaded to a whole different person. He was no longer the Athan she had fallen in love with. The man in the presences of the Originals just shared her Athan's looks and name. That was all she let herself think of him.
Next to Athan was the famous Kol. Kristina had heard stories of Nik's older brother. Stories that mostly ended in blood shed, death or more death. In the short time of two weeks, the younger Mikaelson had inflicted Kristina with numerous remarks, trailing eyes and mischievous smirks. The woman was lucky to dodge most of them but only with the help of Niklaus or the secret help of Elijah. The brown hair at the very base of his neck flipped out slightly like Elijah's when it was much short and she could only envision his cunning hazel eyes. Kristina would give anything to take a lamp to his smug face. He had killed Athan; he was most to blame for Athan's immortality. It brought a whole new wave of sickness and nausea to her body.
On the other side of the ancient table, Rebekah stood elegantly alone. Her skin looked as if it was painted with the snow and her hair retained the color of summer sun. The Lady wore a deep navy dress; a dress Kristina could never will herself to even dream of. The woman Mikaelson stood smiling at her brothers and lightly fidgeting with the edge of her napkin as if bracing herself for the worst. The women understood each other. One wrong move, phrase or gesture and the whole room would go up in flames.
At the very end of the table her master sat, his full lips edged up into a grin as his head stood propped into his hand as if he was thinking vigorously and focusing on the lively conversation. Kristina eyes crawling up his features till she locking her gaze on his oceanic blue eyes. They stared directly at her. She could see the slight twitch in his lips as of he was fighting a smile. It sent a plunging punch in her stomach. They too hadn't conversed much since Kol had arrived except for orders and things that needed to be done.
Kristina couldn't peel her eyes off her Master in time to meet Elijah's stone eyes that stared at her blushed cheeks and wide grey eyes. The oldest original watched the servant quickly shift her globes away from his brother. Elijah fought the urge to rip out Niklaus' throat and stack Athan. Just the way they looked at her, it had his stomach clench. He forced himself to swallow down a thick growl. The Original know the type of relationship Athan had had with Kristina. She had willingly told him her affairs with this male, knowing what and how it would label her. But he could never think of her as a whore. It wasn't a word you would ever use to describe her angelic olive face or her widely passionate full moon eyes. No, he could never put himself to think in such a way towards her though when he saw Athan it was different. He saw a murderous pig not someone Kristina would take as a lover. He seemed filthy, even with his wealthily clothing and clean-cut appearance. Behind the black eyes Elijah saw hunger. Something Niklaus would apprehend to be ripper material. To think that he had ever touch Kristina or how he craved her made Elijah's muscles tense.
Then there was his brother, Niklaus. Elijah knew his brother like a book. Nik had the same hungry eyes Athan, which he openly shared unlike Niklaus who hid them. His brother was cunning and Elijah could see the affect it was having on Kristina. Just imagining what Niklaus would say if he knew the extent of Athan and Kristina's past, Elijah thought with disappointment in his mind. And yet the dark-haired woman gave the full attention of her beautiful eyes to Nik.
Before he could blink, the glass in his hand gave a shuttering crack as it fell into millions of crystal pieces.
Kristina let out a small gasp as the sound shattered glass cut off her connection with the daydream she had already forgot about. Elijah's hand stood still in place, covered with deep red coat accompanied with little glass pieces in his hand and all around the table.
His emerald green eyes slowly turn to meet the consequences of his grip. It stung a little but he would already feel some cuts heal as others try to heal around the lodged glass.
"Easy there brother." Kol grins as he pulled his own glass to his lips.
"Excuse me." Elijah said throwing down his napkin before pulling out of his chair. He can hear about 50 twinkling pieces of glass hit the floor while he vanishes out the door.
Elijah hissed as he flexed his hand, a dozen pieces of glass still sat, buried in the skin of his right hand. He laughed at his humanity. The glass didn't hurt. Nothing truly physical hurt anymore, it was just the thought of having a foreign object slicing his skin and the smell of his fresh blood that brought the idea of pain. He missed this pain. A pain that eventually subsides, only leaving a blemish or a faint reminder. It was so human this pain.
Elijah favored the physical pain then the pain that came to him frequently, the emotional pain. It was the worse pain he could imagine.
A soft knock sent his gaze to the door. On the other side of the forest oak wood, he could hear the recognizable rapid heart thumping.
"Lord Elijah?" Her voice was hesitant, which only made the original frown.
"Yes?" Elijah said through the oak door. He could hear her voice hunch and her weight shift to leaning on the door.
"May I come in?" Kristina knew he was being difficult, unlike his siblings, who were dangerous and hazardous when upset; he was more stirring away from attention.
There was a long awkward pause before Kristina cleared her throat and placed her hand on the brass handle.
"Please 'Lijah?" Before the young women could open the door, it swung open from the other side to reveal emerald eyes the staring down coldly at her. His hand was still bleeding and it seemed as of the flow of the red liquid had gotten worse.
"Kristina." Elijah stated his voice monotone but she could see by the clenching of his jaw he was fighting back strong words. The dark-haired woman ignored it.
"Sit down. It's gotten worse." Kristina said pushing past him and walked to were she expected the washroom to be.
"You should take better care of yourself." The servant muttered from the bathroom but she knew the man had heard her. He was being childish, though the reason were still a mystery, Kristina thought as she gabbed one of the towels and disinfectant he kept in the washroom.
Pouring the strong bronze liquor into another cup, Elijah missed Kristina waltz over. When his eyes met her's and the items she held, Elijah could help but laugh. Not a chuckle but a full rich laugh, which made Kristina's eyebrows feather.
"Sweetheart, you forget more of what I am." Elijah said taking the disinfectant from her and laughing a little more before placing aside.
Kristina's mind drew a blank at his angelic laughter till he reached for the medicine. The old Kristina, the Kristina before he left to get Rebekah and before Athan, would have joined in the laughter because of the irony of the item. Vampires self heal, the servant knew that but this time it didn't bring her to laughter.
At first her face was flabbergasted, how could she have been so stupid? Looking at Elijah, a man she cherished dearly, how could he have laughed at her humanity? It hurt slightly, much more then anyone would expect. His laughter was just a reminder of the devil inside of him and his family, even the devil inside Athan.
"My honest mistake." Kristina said clenching her jaw as she sat down next to him.
The blood covered the inside of his palm. Glass bore deep into his skin. Every piece Kristina managed to pluck out from his rare flesh made her muscles flinch.
"You didn't have to do this. Nathanial would suffice." Elijah muttered looking down on Kristina's feathered eyebrows and concentrated stormy eyes. He had missed those eyes.
"Nonsense. He volunteered to clean the glass" Kristina said, glad Elijah's servant had offered to clean the sharp small pieces of glass. One cut, one teardrop of blood and the whole room would lunge at her, fang extended. "Though my intentions are not so saintly. I dislike being in a room with him." Kristina muttered taking out a larger piece of glass.
"Whom do you speak?" Elijah questioned, already knowing the answer. Her bottom lip trembled slightly and her cheeks and nose became slightly blushed in a short moment.
"I would rather be in a room with the devil then with Athan." Kristina confessed tear clouding her vision. The servant blinked them away before getting back to work on Elijah's hand.
The original could feel his heart being stretched down to his stomach and the scent of her salty tears perfuming his nose. He felt for her, truly felt hopeless to her aid.
"I apologies, I shouldn't have said anything." The dark-haired woman whispered her eyes watching the last piece of glass exit his palm and the skin sew itself together. Kristina let out a sigh before looking up to see Elijah's concerned emerald green eye.
"I can't imagine how you're keeping together." His words were soft just like the eyes she bore at him.
"Please don't tell anyone about Athan. How we-" Kristina speak but found it difficult to express. Don't tell anyone that she was a down right whore in society, no Kristina couldn't put herself to say such a thing, such a truth.
"Do you still love him?" Elijah asked his voice monotone. He couldn't envision a love stronger then what Kristina had had with Athan. It was a love most would dream and kill for. But what was it now? Long-suffering in pain?
"I love Athan." Kristina said her face stone and her voice hard as she stood from her sit. "But the man next to your brother, then man that looks exactly like Athan, he isn't the Athan I knew and loved. He is sinister and he resembles death." Kristina said looking down at her shaky hands. At this one moment her desire to be a vampire, the though of getting to turn off feels and emotions, it pulled her in.
"I would never tell a soul." Elijah promised, all the anger he had had towards her seemed to dissolve into her beautiful big watery eyes.
Kristina gave a soft laugh before finally opening up her memory to Elijah's room. The servant had not once stepped into this room before. It seemed always off limits. Its great grey walls and almost black furniture, which fit Elijah's taste.
"Thank you, Elijah." Kristina said resting a hand on his cheek, letting her warm hand slightly heat up his cold temperature before sliding past his door before he could say more.
Whipping away the original's dry blood from her hand with the heated water, she let a deep sign escaped her red lips. Her body still shivered even as she gripped on to the white porcelain of the sink in the bathroom connected to the study room of the manor.
Sleep hadn't come easy to her theses past few weeks, not when mad men slept soundly the next hall down from her. It wasn't relaxing to sleep with a wood stake in hand as her eyes released unshed tears before finding some rest. Her actions would be considered childish or foolish to most, especially in the house of truly immortal beings but it was still comforting.
The cozy feeling of keeping her eyes closed longer then usually sent her bones begging for slumber but it was swiftly disturbed.
"I have to say the look suits you." His whisper reflected off her ear shell, sending violent goose bumps across her skin like flames on dry wood. "Red is really your color." The purr of her old lovers voice sent her head spinning around to face his devil face.
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