Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
The Hidden Coven

The sky was painted with the soft purple and orange hues of the California golden sunset. It spread over the city, covering the sky in a glow that anyone would fall onto their knees to see again. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity unless you lived in the squalor of the golden, seaside State.

It wasn't uncommon for a tourist to slip down the wrong alley while on their way back to their hotels and they'd find themselves in the myths of the smoky washed out hovels. At first, it would seem, like the fog in the sky, was made from the smoke of the cigarettes that burned for too long, far too often.

However, the right kind of forgotten soul would smell the herbs, the jasmine that wafted over them and realise, they had wandered into the den of true magicians, who had been shunned by their enemies and families for far too long. Driving them to the squalor of the back alleys and the pain they had now also succumbed to.

Nonetheless, there was the occasional soul who had hidden there in a desperate attempt to deceive their hunters on their whereabouts. Because no one, absolutely no one who had any self-value would end up there on purpose.

Yet, as the brunette walked down the paths, littered with witches who had tried to die, leaving the demons of their past behind, she knew only a few were truly going to outrun their fates.

Maybe she would feel sorry for them, if she had not been pursuing a goal so ruthlessly, for so long.

The glares became stronger, the deeper she went and only then did she know she was in the right place. Only, the workers of nature could hate one of her kind so much. There was no other rationale.

She let herself into the bar, littered with the airs of defeat and depression, calling out for hope they all knew would never come.

She saw the firey head of the witch and spontaneously went towards her. "Miss Abbott, is it?" she asked, inviting herself onto the stool next to her.

She didn't answer taking a sip of her watered-down wine, not sparing her a glance. "Depends who's asking" she declared.

A smile, curled over the brunette's face. "Katherine Pierce" she stated. "Your sister told me I'd be able to find you here."

She chuckled at the girl, giving her an unsure stare. "You mean my dead sister?" she chuckled, taking a gulp of her wine. "Yer, she had the inability to keep her mouth shut. Maybe if she stopped talking to vampires she'd still be alive."

"I'm sorry to hear it" she consoled.

But she wasn't buying it. "What do you want?" she asked. As the vampire raised an eyebrow at her, she returned the look. "Don't act like your here to console me for my sister's death. You're a vampire. You always want something from us."

"That's why your hiding here?"

Her eyes relayed around the room until they locked on a girl, who couldn't be any older than thirteen. She was desperately flipping through a grimoire, looking for something. "They are who I'm here for" she declared, nodding over the girl. The vampire didn't reply to her but she knew she was judging.

"Just tell me what you want, or I'll alert the bartender of vampire presence, and you will be dragged out by your hair" she threatened.

"Heard of the cure?" she asked, a smirk crawling over her perfect face.

She didn't reply, she only gave the vampire a nod.

"Well, I know a certain vampire who will kill to make sure that cure doesn't get used on him and I also know a witch" she declared, emphasising her ally.

"Well done, you know a witch" she chuckled.

"A witch who's known to raise the dead" she finished.

She stared at her, taking a deep breath as she let her words sink in. She would go far, incredibly far to bring her family back together but at the same time, she had been stung by vampires, far, too many times before.

"What do you, want me to do" she sighed.

She leant closer to her, the leather of her jacket squeaking on the bar. "Find me the cure and I'll help you, bring her back" she declared, smiling at her. "I swear."

"Fine" she muttered. "But I'm not your little bitch, darling" she declared, grabbing her arm, letting her magic run through her veins, slowly burning her skin. The vampire groaned yet did her best to resist her, however, she was relentless. "How old are you?" she finally asked, letting go of her.

"Around five hundred" she muttered.

"You've got a deal" she declared. "I'll help you but trust me, I'm not your friend" she chuckled, shaking her head at the girl.

"I don't trust you anyways" Katherine muttered.

"Likewise" she chuckled, heading towards the door of the bar.

"Andrea!" she called after her. "Your need to go Mystic Falls!"
She didn't reply but remembered the girl's words.

The smoke around the streets still hadn't cleared when she left the run-down bar despite it being well past the chimes of midnight. She didn't mind though.

Despite, the condition of the town, it had grown a reputation for being the safest place for any witch, no matter their crime, power or enemies forged in their past. It was a new beginning. Everyone there had that much in common.

Her eyes caught on a few witches she had known for years, some who had even come to the town under her word.

She had built the town from the ground up, despite not being one of them, an outcast who somehow managed to slip through the cracks becoming one of them. She never intended to leave them. Not truly. Yet, there she was leaving the town, alone.

And she felt like shit for it.