persephone's orchard : k.m.

always and forever the forgiving enabler - chapter 44

Flashback.
4 years ago.
The Garden.

'Don't you dare cry over Marcel. You are such a beautiful soul, Astrid. You are strong beyond words and no 'Queen of New Orleans' should cry over a broken heart' Thierry's voice broke as she paced to him before remembering the brick border that kept them from embracing. She held his face as they both cried together. He finished his sentence.

'And yes, you are indeed Astrid Mikaelson. But it doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you powerful. It's what I've always admired about you'

Astrid was full on sobbing by now, their foreheads touching, 'Thierry Vanchure' she smiled through her tears, 'You always had a way with words', the pair stifled a sympathetic laugh. Suddenly, footsteps were heard walking towards the pair and they knew she had to leave.

'I promise you, I will get you out of here. If it's the last thing I do'

Flashback.
2 weeks ago.
St. Anne's Church.

The heretic has convinced her to not drink for a night. Even though not relating to the impulses herself, she was aware of the Mikaelson desire for bloodshed and outlets of anger.

The heretic suggested the gym.

A typical suggestion for Elysium, it meant no actual violence but it also satisfied the hybrid in question. The heretic and Griffith witch had become her shrink lately, both of them had agreed that she was forever holding back her emotions for the benefit of the family, so this wasn't just the one argument.

This was 1000.

Every vampire that heard of Klaus's sireline being broken grew angsty, or vicious. The hybrid had to subdue multiple of her people in the last two weeks, murder had become a thing of the present.

Defending her King without him realising.

Punching the bag done nothing for her. It didn't move back, didn't have a heartbeat. She hated that they were right. Looking back at it, she never actually screamed at Klaus for 1919. She never punched his chest in the middle of an argument.

She never fought her weakness.

All she done was confess her love to him and betray the men who stood by her for the last century.

She'd spent all this time fighting her identity, pretending that she could play both sides of the same coin and win. That was never going to work. Because when you spend 900 years being a monster.

100 years of repent is all but a scratch on the surface.

It's like she was angry at everyone for being right.

Even Thierry.

A back door opening distracted her from her thought process. 'Church is closed! If you want a ghost tour go somewhere else!' She yelled out but they didn't leave. She could smell them from a mile away.

'Goddamn it.'

'Will you ever just piss off?' She yelled out again and he chuckled, 'And leave you alone? When you look like that? Darling you should know me better.'

He appeared on the balcony and she stopped punching, looking up at him through the dark. 'Astrid. You can't keep running from this.'

'Oh just like you ran in 1919?'

She cursed under her breath and knew there was no going back now. 'And where's this come from?' He asked with an ounce of genuine confusion.

Being the almighty Klaus Mikaelson meant you were oblivious sometimes.