The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

Fire and Ice

I may sound sardonic, but I am filled with remorse for your situation, Purity. Truly, you have no idea.

For the centuries I have been part of this earth I have met many brave souls; they believed they could defy me too. Do you know what happened to those who were brave enough to test my temper and defy my wishes?

They lost. Horribly.

So I would advise you to be the clever girl I assume you to be and obey my orders. But once a Mikaelson, always a Mikaelson. We both know you aren't going down without a fight. Let's see what the master plan you've been devising for the past hour has finally come to...

I hold my hands to my ears. The voice was gone but a ringing still buzzed my eardrums like a flat line; a sign that my life will be short-lived. But Dahlia was right about one thing: I wasn't going down without a fight.

There was a hand on my shoulder. Coffee curls and worried brown eyes paraded my blurry vision. I looked around and realized that I had fallen to my knees. The body that Rebekah wore kneeled in front of me cautiously.

All eyes were on me. Even Esther seemed intrigued. I opened my mouth to speak. "Did you all hear that?" I coughed; my throat felt hoarse like I had been screaming.

The room was silent except for quiet laughter to my right. Freya put her hand over her mouth, and although she sounded amused, her face showed more tension than it had in the past hour. "She spoke to you, didn't she?"

I stared with wide eyes. "Yes," I said.

A louder laugh escaped her lips, although it sounded more like a scoff. "Of course," she muttered to herself. "Of course she would. She's always been fond of mind games. I should've expected this."

I shivered, and Rebekah assisted me to my feet. "Thank you," I said under my breath and she nodded her head in response.

I peered over at Freya who was coming closer. "You can't let her in. She'll use your mind against you. She'll come after you at your most vulnerable points, and when you think she's finally finished, she'll hit you again. That's her favorite strategy: come for you when you least expect it; when your guard is down." She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and I tried not to sulk.

"Easier said than done," I murmured frustratingly to myself.

She moved across the room to Esther, who seemed irritable. Father was speaking to her so I assumed he was chastising her for something. Hope leaned over the side of Esther's coffin without touching the blood-soaked brim.

I stood next to her and looked inside. I made the mistake of breathing through my nose and immediately regretted it. I pinched my nose and groused. Hope did the same.

I pulled my wand out and cast a quick scourgify. Just before I put it back in my pocket I hesitated, and even though it was bloody stupid of me I cast an aroma spell to make this time a little less miserable. It may have been pointless, but at least it didn't smell like goat blood anymore.

My dad approached us. His features were tense and his eyes were worried. "Listen," he started. "When Dahlia comes, you two will be the most important part of this - operation - and I can't risk anything happening to either of you." He paused, crossing one arm across his chest and resting his other elbow on top of it. He balled his hand into a fist and put it against his mouth. "That is why when Kol and Elijah arrive, you will be staying here with Kol-

"What! No way-

I was cut off by Hope's hand on my arm. I snapped my head toward her. She was giving me a stern look, almost like she wanted to tell me something but she couldn't say it out loud. I blinked.