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"It's just like beauty, you know? The definition of a monster lies in the eye of the beholder."
[Longer description inside]
| Book 1 in the • E P I C • trilogy |
(KlausxOC)
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(SLOW BURN)
ON HOLD
Based on the tv series THE ORIGINAL...
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"There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for."
—Haruki Murakami
"THE ITALIANS CALLED THEM 'STREGA'. The Yoruba in West Africa called them an 'aje', meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them 'hexa', and here we call them witch." Explained Elijah.
Sirena was listening intently while sitting on the floor, in front of the centre table with all of Davina's drawings of Celeste Dubois.
It sent shivers down her spine, thinking of the kid calling these 'evil'. Because, Davina had so much power accumulated inside her, if she was afraid then maybe all of them should be, too.
"Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they are a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city." The older Mikaelson continued to explain, ignoring Hayley's hypnotising gaze while Sirena pretended not to notice the attraction they felt for each other. "There's never been an 'all powerful' witch."
"Until Davina." The mermaid sighed, resting her chin over her hands extended on the edge of the table.
"Who is now tucked in, down the hall, safe and sound under my protection." The other three almost rolled their eyes at the same time while Klaus spoke, joining them. "Your Celeste was quite beautiful, and an omen of evil, according to our volatile artistic resident."
"Which one?" Sirena asked sarcastically, flashing a false tight–lipped smile at a frowning Klaus.
"Perhaps Davina's mistaken what she calls evil with power." Elijah ignored her comment and continued talking. "Celeste was very powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over 200 years." The man sat down on the couch closest to Sirena's spot on the floor. "I don't understand why all these sketches."
"Why does any witch do anything?" Klaus condescending tone had Hayley and Sirena sharing unimpressed looks.
There was the sound of something shattering and hitting a wall at the distance, the vampires hearing it better than the mermaid, but still.
They all knew where it was coming from, Davina's room.
The witch had refused to see anyone, but Sirena, since the night before. Her heart broke when the kid cried in her arms, still trying to process Tim's untimely death, the guilt that just kept on piling up on her shoulders. She was too young to know so much pain, and Sirena knew what it was like to grow up too fast, all too well.
