Mrs Shelby

mortals and fools

the lights shone in the dark like an oil painting plastered on a canvas by a haunted mind yet to her it was nothing to the beauty of the fire how it destroyed and took anything in its way so uncaring in its manners

shes adored it as much as she hated it with ghosted fingers she watched as the confinements of her skin melted and bubbled the once gold-colored flesh smoldering black the sickening smell eerily similar to a freshly baked chicken

reminiscence to when her brothers would hunt and the fat of the animal would drip down into the fire which spat sparks

she could close her eyes and hear it all, Rebekah going on about a new guy who flirted with her Kol butting in to teasingly insult the blonde while Elijah scolded him as fin watched off in the distance away from the group yet trapped in memory's while further away her and her dearest brother Klaus showing off wooden carvings they made

her eyes snapped open alert as the door swing open the scent of charcoal, whisky and fresh, clean, slightly tangy which came from the sun-dried Bermuda hay she knew he fed to his dear horses '' Churchill sent him '' he informed her knowing his silence as to why he intruded her would anger the beast in clothing

, those were the only words he said yet she rinsed them out for all the information she gathered ''a racist, Zionist and anti-union a jack of all trades '' she sneered thinking of the man who sat in an office with views matching most white men who were, of course, wrong, yet as her eyes drifted up a smile grew teeth an all the moonlight engulfing its sister into a hug

''oh how fools with power think they are so clever'' she spoke with knowledge and she did she watched and preyed on those fools making a throne from their skeletons

''i could take and take...kill everyone make an empire out of their children's bones lick the tears that fall, become a god.....and yet I don't'' she stated gleaming eyes screams echoing in her ears a vision of her empire appearing her throne sat next to her brother the world that took from them would bow to them

''I don't for you, you are my weakness '' she lied turning to the smart fool who knew she was lying yet a hungry dog will eat the very flesh off its owner her fingers like spiders legs scampered up his clothed chest to glide up catching his cut-glass jaw grasped in a tight hold as one would when holding onto an expensive jewel,

her gown blew in the wind the black sheer fabric floating behind her in a hurried pace like a drunk bridesmaid holding the end of a wedding dress he almost felt like one with how fast he followed

if you asked Thomas what was the most beautiful sound you have ever heard he would freeze his stiffen shoulders would slump and his once Atlantic ocean eyes would glaze over a tear would drop just one no more no less

one answer would leave his lips his mind wrapping the memory in a steel chest a green faceless monster whispering in his ear he wouldn't dare leak or share his fondest memory his selfishness being the key to the lock of the chest

but the answer was when he was trapped under waiting and waiting for his only company the corpses of his friends, he spoke words to himself until all the words grumbled together and he was sure he was having a very welcome stroke yet a new sound awoke him

it wasn't the sound of shovels nor bombs not even the shouts of his comrades, no, it was a voice a song being sung, he gave up on god when he saw his once friend turn to him with a smile only for the smile to be ripped off the face of the man whose scream was silenced by a grenade yet the voice of what he could only assume was an angel to take his blackened soul made the godless man pray

he would look back at that moment with a sneering smirk the naivety of his past thoughts yet the sound that echoed a sirens call silencing the demons that scratched at the confinements of their cage