I DON'T CARE - Kai Parker

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

word count: 1109

warnings: none(?) i think

Portland 17th July - 1993 

With every single word she had expressed when Kai was cutting off her airways, she didn't mean. They were simply words of aggressive. The only thing though was that he took every word to heart. 

Her feelings for the boy that takes place are somewhat bedded into her soul; afraid of expressing her emotions just in case she gets rejected or neglected from her past experiences. 

Loving and passionate is what she dreamed of becoming, she has such an imaginative mind to explore. 

She sure was being cautious from being around him in the same house as she didn't want to cause any more unpleasant behavior from him to spark out and affect the rest of the household, they didn't deserve this. 

Glaring back at herself in the mirror and whimpering under her breath, constantly shedding unwanted tears from her glassy tingly eyes.   Both of her shaky hands placed against the cool sink: hyperventilating and a horrible pain in her chest from the realization that she might have caused Kai to go back to his old psychotic ways. 

Unable to sleep from the events that took place in his bedroom, dark circles underneath her oozing eyeballs. She was in fact mentally and physically drained but couldn't find herself to sleep from her restless mind. 

Lizzie was sick and tired of feeling like absolute crap; fighting her feelings was something common she has experienced over the weeks. Wanting to open up about her bottled feelings was not an easy job, especially when you are living with the problem. 

Blonde hair stuck against her tear-drenched cheeks, steadily inhaling and exhaling to not overwhelm her airways by hyperventilating again. 

Not sure on whether she could trust her eyes or not from the blurriness, familiar flowers were blooming outside of the bathroom window: black dahlia's. 

Turning around in the spot and narrowing her eyes while examining the flowers, they were the flowers that she remembers seeing that day at the park.  The only problem was that she could remember everything from her past by Joshua lifting the compulsion off of her, those flowers were not any old flowers. 

They belonged to the almighty beast who takes newborns from their mothers: a victim herself but she was taken from her family when Henrik died from the turning wolves in the forest back in the 10th century. 

Gulping nervously and dreading the visit of the person who treats her like absolute shit and told her mother that she died from the plague along with her older sister. 

Dahlia both took Freya and Lizzie from the rest of the family, using them for magic and made them not age: practically immortal just like vampires. 

The Evans' told her she was nineteen years old and she is actually twenty-four years old, exactly the same as her twin brother Klaus. 

Opening the window and peeking her head out of it just enough to take a good glimpse of the blooming flowers; eerie music tingling through the delicate eardrums, the silly little tune that she grew up with.

A gush of wind made her hair fly all over the place; vision completely blocked by the flowing strands of hair.  Of course, she knew what was coming or who. 

Closing the window to not cause any attention to the room by the over loud gushes of wind that was previously rushing through the open window.  

Moving backward until she stared at herself in the mirror once again, only now this time the mirror was foggy and had water droplets running down its surface. 

Wiping the fogginess off of the moistened mirror, Dahlia was right behind her this time and was breaking out a wicked smile that she still dreads to witness till this day onwards. 

"Hello, young one" creaking out through her wicked grin that made Lizzie sick to her stomach. 

Turning around in fright; why would Dahlia come back from after all these years? Did she have some unfinished business she'd like to tend back to? 

"What do you want, Dahlia?" Lizzie huffed out in an attempt to hide her fear. 

Her long black dress cascaded down her slender back and followed creepily behind her while she walked towards the blonde girl who seemed obviously terrified out of her guts. 

"Crying is for the weak, revenge for greater power, what an iconic quote" cackling through her hideous grin.

Shock and realization shot through her like a bow and arrow; blaming Kai for all of this was merely a mistake. Dahlia was the cause of the horrific murder of Nate Evans', not the distraught boy who had a horrible past of violence. 

"You," becoming braver in her own skin, stepping towards Dahlia "You killed him, didn't you?" tears leaving her eyes once yet again. 

"Him?" beckoning her head to the side. 

"Nate; my 'brother'" Lizzie spoke up through the salty tears escaping her eyes, some threatening to leak out as well to follow. 

A wicked laugh echoed in the room, clearly, Dahlia wasn't scared of getting caught from all the power she contained. Being sisters with the 'original witch' was something that people who take into account. 

"Elisabeth, he isn't your brother. That retched family was not your family," circling around her now, head held high while speaking the unimportant truth "I'm your family" 

"You are nothing more than a parasite, rot in hell you wicked bitch" Lizzie immediately regretted the last few words of her sentence but it was how she felt, the constant neglect and abuse over the years were coming through to play, to play their revenge. 

An intimidating look overran her facial features then suddenly her whole body vanished just as if she wasn't anywhere to be seen, making out to just be a vision or a horrible nightmare.

In the wake of her reality, unaware of her surroundings; blurriness covered her eyes and she was unable to make out any objects in the room anymore.  Children's laughter and footsteps were heard from all over the house.

Surely, everybody in the house must've heard her wicked entrance, cackling on the top of her lungs. However, nobody was interfered with the witch in the bathroom making sure she was known. 

Was she even here? She was manipulating her thoughts or simply made a spell over the room to make sure nobody had heard her, the thing was she loved people being petrified of her presence via the power within her body.

Wiping her tears building up in her eyes and the ones which had fallen, peaking out of the window to see the flowers completely gone. 

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