An Unexpected Transition: Chapter 9

Long time no see, I was on vacation and after that no inspo to post

Idk if anyone still likes this story, but I am gonna finish it

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Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or TO or any of the characters. All rights go to the CW and the writers.

Warning: This chapter might contain traces of physical abuse, domestic violence and rape.

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Previously in 'An Unexpected Transition'

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Will they be able to set Elena straight or does her wrath run too deep? What happened to her to cause such a fierce hatred? No one could have known who would be showing up at the ball to shake everything up.

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As she got nearer to the complex of largely built majestic towers, she felt it in her gut. Something was going to go awfully wrong tonight. She didn't know what it was, but she felt this growing dread when she kept walking towards the palace.

As she walked towards the palace she caught the sound of classical music. Since she was little her parents had wanted her to play the piano so over the years she collected a great knowledge of classical pieces.

Same goes for what she was hearing now. It was like she knew it too well but couldn't quite put her finger on where she had heard it before.

The slow undertones, flittering fingers moving over the keys quickly giving the listener a pleasant feel to the piece. But that was just its appearance. Once you really started to listen to the slow undertones you would realize that they were not only slow, they held also this pain and tragedy in them. The arising evil. Waiting to strike.

With an all too familiar sense of déjà vu she started seeing the visions before her. And there was nothing she could do to stop them. The memories she had kept hidden away for so long came rushing to the surface.

6 years earlier…

A 12-year old Elena sat behind the piano as she played a now familiar tune to her. She had been practicing this piece for days now and she was finally getting the hang of it.

"I think that's enough live music for today, Elenora", her father spoke in a harsh tone. Scolding her for actually practicing as he put the needle of the player on the disk.

Slowly a tune started to play that the 12 year old immediately recognized. It was one of her father's favourites. She knew it all too well. Keeping up an appearance while the dark lurked underneath. The piece of music was exactly what her father was like.

See he wasn't like most fathers. He couldn't care less about Elena. He had always said it was because he had hoped she would be a boy. But that wasn't the full truth behind it. The full truth was just too horrifying. It couldn't ever be admitted to someone.

As the music continued playing softly, Elena felt a hand being put on her lower back to guide her somewhere. She knew if she didn't oblige worse things would happen so she went along with it. This happened so many times before that she became indifferent to it.

She felt the cold hard palm of her father Grayson dig into her lower back as he pushed her towards one of the upstairs bedrooms.

They walked inside and behind him he didn't even bother to close the door and left it slightly ajar. She knew no one would come in. No one would come to her rescue. They never did. Her brother was sleeping over at some friend and her mother was in the hospital. She had been for years now. She never got worse but she also never got better.

Before her mother got ill, her parents would fight all the time. Though it was more of a one-sided fight. And it always ended with my mother covering up a bruise the next day with foundation or just with clothes.

The small brunette thought the violence and seeing her mom hurt were the worst years of her life, well they weren't. After her mother was hospitalized when Elena was barely 9 years old, it happened for the first time. He had been drinking and after getting very angry he decided he wanted to take it out on his 9 year old daughter.

So he took her to one of the bedrooms and made her do things she would never forget. No child of that age should go through that. That night she lost the last bit of innocence she still had left.

After that it started to happen more regularly and here she was again. It wasn't like she could do anything against it, he would beat her to pulp. And she was too scared to tell anyone. She never told anyone.

So again that night he slept with her and left her crumpled and broken and bruised, inside and outside. While he was doing this she heard the tune of the music. At that moment she decided no guy was worth living. Not only her father but every guy. She didn't have one good experience with men.

This was also the reason why her father hated her. He knew that if he had a daughter he wouldn't be able to control himself and he didn't. No guy ever would. They wouldn't stop. They would show no respect.

They were all just egocentric jerks. That's why none of them deserved to live. All men must die.

Present…

She was startled awake by a different tune setting in. She was unfamiliar with this one, which was a good thing. She didn't need any more flashbacks. She had decided it that night 6 years ago and she would live up to that promise. All men must die. Starting with Niklaus Mikaelson.

As she walked through the doors of the palace she saw everyone turn around to look at her. Hereby also the original siblings. She saw some people she didn't know turn around again returning to their previous conversation. Slowly everyone seemed to pass her off as just another pretty girl. Though the originals' eyes were still on her.

She was wearing a beautiful black ball gown, the torso embedded in black diamonds. It had a heart-shaped neckline that cut deep enough to show off some of her cleavage. The bottom of her dress went to the ground and was made up of layers and layers of silk and other expensive fabrics. Her hair was done up and she looked breathtakingly beautiful in a particular hybrids opinion.

"This is going to be a long night..", Elena mumbled to herself when she felt the returning feeling of dread gnaw at her insides.

Will Elena's dark past come back to haunt her? Who can you trust when you can't even trust yourself anymore?

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I didn't go into the details of the rape and abuse and

stuff cause I didn't feel comfortable writing that.

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