The Art Of Hiding Your Death

Chapter Ten: Deeds For The Devil

 Disclaimer: This is an Originals fan fiction and I do not own any the Originals/ TVD. This story though, and specific characters are my own. Any characters that are my own shall be specified, otherwise, I do not own them. 

7:34 PM

Mikaelson Mansion

I am sketching the city's sunset skyline from my window seat when I received the text. Hearing my phone buzz, I put my sketchbook down and walk over to my bedside table where I look at my phone. Waiting for me, is a message from Mikael. My blood turns to ice. It has been over a week since I came home, and this is the first he has contacted me. I sat down on my bed and breathe out slowly.

With shaking fingers, I unlock my phone and read his message.

M: Bayou. 1:30 AM.

Well, guess I'm going on a midnight hike through the Bayou!

1:29 AM

Bayou

I walk through the Bayou, letting the tug of compulsion guide me to Mikael. When I reach a clearing, he is standing there, waiting, and I clear my throat to alert him of my presence. He does not turn around from his place of watching the miles of dark swamp.

"When I was resurrected again, I was conflicted and confused. A group of witches had made me whole again to serve them. I immediately killed them, of course, but then I was lost. And then, I made a plan, Hope. I would make you great, and my second-hand. You would be a warrior, and I would not make the same mistakes that I made with my children. I know you think that I just took you to cause, Niklaus pain, and yes, that is part of it. But another large part is how I wanted a partner. I wanted someone who was loyal, and deadly." I stand there, feeling awkward, and listening in the cold morning air. "You will not fail me as my family has, Hope."

I am about to speak, but suddenly Mikael whirls around and throws a knife straight at my face, and my trained reflexes kick in. I hold it in front of my face, a millimeter from impairing the bridge of my nose, and lift it away. Mikael is grinning, and I throw the knife back, scowling.

"You wanted to see me, O' Overlord?" He frowns, and suddenly grabs my chin forcefully.

"Address me respectfully!" I wince, and relent.

"Why did you want to see me, Sir?" He lets go and I stumble back, rubbing my healing face. He hands me a paper file which I recognize fearfully.

When I open it, I gasp.

"All these?" I ask Mikael, and he nods. Inside the file, are several names. Names that only belong to their respective people for a very short time. Because these files contain the names of people that I will murder in cold blood.

I grimace at the flood of memories, and snap the file shut. "Are we done here? Because I need to get back home."

"Yes. I expect them by Friday next week." Mikael confirms, and I run, walking home much heavier than before.

11:42 PM

Mikaelson Mansion

I am delaying getting ready for tonight, just I have avoided the contents of the file for six days. But tomorrow is when I am scheduled to meet Mikael, and so tonight, I am going on an assassination mission.

I give a long sigh, and read over the file for the fifth time. Then, I pull my hair into a high ponytail and go to my closet. I immediately go to my black skinny jeans, form fitting black long sleeved top, and black combat boots. The clothes are form fitting to avoid snags, and the combat boots make it easy to run and have good traction for climbing. Even the color is thought out. Black, to stick to the shadows.