i want to bloom
in your arms
like the moon blooms
in the night's arms
- alexandra vasiliu
in which two lonely souls find each other
NIKLAUS MIKAELSON X FEM!OC
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DEATH IS OFTEN DESCRIBED AS PEACEFUL. Your spirit floats out of your body into the unknown. Maybe it is angels who greet you, maybe your passed loved ones but who knows? However, the actual death isn't always as peaceful. Broken necks, ripped open throats, car crashes, and drowning, definitely aren't enjoyable.
Rosie had heard her family be killed like pathetic prey by dangerous predators. The tortured screams and thuds had woken her up, the nervous thirteen year old didn't know what to expect and what she found was even worse than her imagination.
Sticky blood clung to her feet as she stepped into the living room. The smell of iron wafted into her nostrils. Each step towards the bodies felt like another step into hell. Her knees hit the ground, blood splashing onto her thighs as she nudged the dead body to its side. A piece of wood, that was later found to be a chair leg, was pierced through her mother's stomach. Blood had poured out of her mouth and down her chin, blood had gathered on the curve of her neck. Two bite marks were placed hastily on her throat. The sight caused her to stumble back, her hand shot backwards to stabilise herself.
She crawled towards her mother, cradling her dead body in her arms. The sight of her mother made her feel like a lost child, alone in the world. A sob caught in her throat as she began to beg, "Mum? Get up, please! Mummy!"
The bodies beside her mother were now obvious. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden realisation. Like an adolescent, she crawled hurriedly towards the other corpses. The teenage boy laying in front of her had his neck snapped like a twig, his head twisted at an awkward angle. All she wanted was to fix her brother's injury, bring him back to life and hug him tightly. But she couldn't. Her father was in the worst condition, his arm bent backwards and disfigured, his heart missing from his chest and his throat was half torn open.
A strange hand covered her mouth and an arm wrapped around her. Her instincts kicked in and she bit down hard on it. Once the person yelped and removed their hand, a deafening scream escaped her lips. It felt like everything in the room was pushed away from her, including the perpetrator who flew into the wall behind her.
She spun around to look at whoever had grabbed her. An older man used her table to steady himself as he stood up, towering above her. Suddenly, two more men joined him. Both looked equally terrifying to her. Veins popped out from under their eyes, their mouths opening to show fangs. Blood ran down two out of the three's chins, all of them had blood staining their hands and clothes.
Her legs pushed her backwards in an attempt to run away. She turned around so she could crawl but was quickly dragged towards the men by someone. As she clawed the ground to try and grip on, she noticed a piece of wood broken off a chair. Surviving was the only thing on her mind so she grasped the makeshift stake tightly.
She was flipped around to face them. In need of a surprise attack, she hid the stake behind her back. One of the men bent down to look at her. "This is her, right?"
"Yeah, man. Ryan said the hybrid was young so this must be her." Another man said casually like he didn't just play a part in murdering her family and now maybe her. Her head turned back and forth between the creatures. Rosie didn't understand what they were talking about, she knew she was different from others but not some 'hybrid'.
When she was eight, she accidentally exploded people's drinks at a birthday party. Her mum had to explain to her what she was and what she could do. She was a witch, descending from two powerful bloodlines of witches and psychics.
All she knew about her father was that he was an untriggered werewolf. His father had a strong and well-known pack before he died. Apparently, he was brutal and other packs were too afraid to go against them. But her dad didn't want any part of it so he disconnected himself from anything to do with them. Her grandmother on her dad's side came from a family of witches as well but from what her father knew, none of his recent family were witches.
However, she was just a witch. There was no way she could be a werewolf too. That went against nature. So why were these creatures calling her a hybrid?
"What?" The exclamation left her mouth before she could stop it.
The men didn't seem phased though, they looked as accomplished as people who had won a mediocre video game.
The man who spoke first addressed her. "For a powerful being, you are pathetic. You are far from what I expected. However, you do look tasty though..." His cold hand moved her head to the side, exposing her neck.
In one fast motion, she dug the stake deep into his heart. A loud gasp cut through the air. His blood dripped onto her hand but she didn't let go. All she could do was stare into his lifeless eyes as his face turned grey and he dropped to the floor.
The other creatures stared at her, fear evident on their faces as they stepped backwards. Something felt odd, her eyes tingled and she felt power rush through her veins. Everything had enhanced around her, the smell of iron had only grown more noticeable and the room seemed brighter. She pushed herself up into a standing position. Her feet moved forward but before she could march over to the men, they sprinted away and disappeared into thin air.
She had defied nature's rules and became something the supernatural feared. But power came with a price- she was left on her own.
