monsters [klaus mikaelson] [1]

03: into the past we go.

[1400, England]

"Shit!"

And that's when she ran like hell. The branches of the trees stinging at every turn but she didn't stop. She couldn't.

Nestled in the darkest corners was a woman of power, with winds echoing inside of her, claws nestled at her fingertips and a rage that could tear worlds apart. Here was the woman of power, ready to face it all.

But Evelyn's life has never been easy, therefore she was not go down that quickly, she would go down embroiled in words and winds and a sword resting inside of her, for the strength of her ancestors lay inside of her.

And here she was, conjuring the strength inside of her and she watched as the sky grew darker, and bolts of lightning flickered down. The harsh winds making her hair go wild as she looked at her opponent dead in the face and with the flick of her wrist, he was sent to death.

With her hands moving towards her, she began to make symbols resulting in the winds around her increasing. With a deadly intent in her eyes and power residing inside of her, she has killed all her remaining pursuers, their bodies dropping like flies.

Letting out a shaky breath, she began to turn away when she heard a leaf crunch and in that moment, she was met with pain. Looking down at her shoulder, she saw a arrow protruding through it, a massive amount of crimson, red blood gushing out. She proceeded to grab the arrow when her hand was met with a burning sensation and her mind instantly knew what it was; wolfsbane.

The tears spilling out as she tried to get the wolfsbane off her hand but nevertheless it didn't work. Blinking out the tears she focused on the man in front; his demeanour cold, and rage flowing through him as she looked as his face changed of that of a vampire. But there was something different about him.

He felt older. Stronger. Full of rage.

Evelyn wasted no time and got up, clutching her wound as she stumbled to get away.

"Filthy half breed. Come here and face me! Or are you a coward like the bastard!" His voice echoed through the forest as Evelyn struggled to run.

Her body ached in every area and a sweat beaded inside of her making her feverish and warm. She took shallow breaths as she made her through countless bodies of vampires; the result of facing Mikeal.

Focusing her energy on listening to Mikeal's whereabouts , she picked up another figure with him, his efforts more weaker but nevertheless rage seeping through him.

With a blink of an eye, she was face to face with Mikeal and held by his throat was her betrothed Klaus. She watched as Mikeal tossed Klaus beside her as he muttered out "filthy mutts! now i can watch you both die as weaklings!"