The Mikaelson Twin

Chapter 34- Memory Lane

Third Person POV~

Aleksian walked slowly as she entered the compound. Taking notice to every small change that's been made. Walking past and in some cases over the bodies of those she killed, Aleksian slowly made her way upstairs.

Walking to the door of her old bedroom, Diego --who was burning the bodies of his fallen friends-- spoke up. "Yeah, that door doesn't open, sweetheart. It's been locked for as long as anybody can remember."

Diego didn't have another moment to breathe before the Original was in front of him she grabbed hold of his neck, drawing blood as her fingers dug in deeply.

"Terms of endearment, Diego, are used for those of whom we are close to and show affections for." Aleksian said venomously "You. Are. Neither. Call me anything but Khione again and I will rip your skeleton from the meat suit of a body you're wearing and hang both like flags outside your family's home."

Diego was starting to lose consciousness, so she lightened her grip just long enough for him to get a deep intake of air.

"Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear." she asked, and with every word her grip tightened. Diego tried to nod his head, but it looked more like his head was having a small seizure, with little room to move and little air.

Dropping him, Aleksian slowly began to walk past the werewolf who had her eyebrows raised at the interaction.

"Have something to say?" Aleksian asked with raised brows as she grabs a handkerchief from her back pocket.

Hayley bit her bottom lip and lightly shook her head. She could feel a small blush rise. In truth, Hayley thought it was hot.

When the werewolf came back to reality, she turned around and watched the tribrid walk up to the door again whilst biting the palm of her hand.

"What are you doing?" Hayley asked as she began to walk up stairs too.

"Idiotic as he may be, Diego wasn't wrong. The door is locked. I'm the one that sealed it. And you need my blood to open it." she explained before running her hand along the door.

The door and the lock began to glow a gold color for a few seconds before the knob twisted and the door opened.

"That's a neat trick."

Aleksian ignored her as she walked in.

A feeling of nostalgia set in as she looked at her bedroom. Nothing had changed since the moment she last left it.

⚜️ New Orleans; 1919 ⚜️

Aleksian walked into her bedroom with a silver tray in hand, holding two crystal wine glasses of blood.

She paused in the doorway, taking in her view tilting her head against the doorframe for a better angle.

The far-right corner sat a writing desk, paper, and quill still out from writing her new addition into her grimoire that lay beside it.

The piano to the left had an aray of lit candles placed upon it, illuminating the room in a warm aura.

The night had just come, the sky still dark blue; and the balcony doors were opened wide, a gentle breeze making the curtains flow.