Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 19

Chapter 19
To Feel Free

Andrea heard the chattering of Klaus and Elijah as she walked toward the church. She threw the doors open, marching straight through the threshold. "Don't" she demanded, marching through the halls of the church as Elijah and Klaus stared at her in astonishment, as she continued to march towards the witch.

She stopped right in front of Klaus, grabbing Agnes by the throat and pulling her, towards her. Agnes drew in a shaky breath, staring down at her.

She tightened her grip around the witch's throat. "You came after my family. Me. My sister. My unborn child" she snarled, watching the dread rise within her.

"I didn't have a choice" Agnes gasped.

"Didn't you?" Andrea asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Everyone has a choice. You tried to kill my child, possibly leaving me to bleed out, so tell me, did you kill my mother?" she asked, her voice trembling under her rage. "Or did you just aid in it?"

Agnes didn't reply.

"Alright then," she said, throwing the woman onto the ground, slicing her head open, on a jagged piece of wood, before grabbing her again, and pulling her off the ground, the blood trickling down her skin. "Sadly that won't kill you" she gritted out. "But I blood welly will."

"I didn't kill your mother" Agnes replied, shuddering in fear. "It was Bastiana, she wanted to become regent so told the Coven of your mother's affair with your father, and you. I couldn't stop her."

"How poetic" she muttered, holding her in the air by her throat. "You still came after me, my child, and my family. If I weren't pregnant I would make this torture, but this will be just as satisfying" she snarled, digging her hand into her stomach, making her cry out.

She snickered at the woman, standing right in front of her. "Enjoy hell" she whispered. With one clean movement, she ripped her heart straight out, letting it fall out of her palm, onto the floor, right next to, her cold body. "Your own personal one" she muttered, walking away.

~*~

Klaus stopped outside the library, noticing Andrea staring at the grandfather clock. "That was quite something you did, with Agnes" he declared, walking into the room, drawing her attention.

"She had it coming" Andrea muttered, getting off of the sofa and walking over to him. "However, I feel I may have stolen your moment" she smiled, at him.

"As you said, she had it coming" he replied. "But we should really talk about yesterday ... in the pool."

"You mean the almost kiss right in front of your sister?" she aside, raising an eyebrow at him. "Come on, we both felt it, Klaus."

He chuckled, grabbing her hand, and carefully, guiding her over to the sofa. "This baby ... it's one of a kind, Andrea" he declared.

"What are you saying?" she asked, softly.

He gently took her hand, sliding his fingers, between hers. "I'm saying that we're bringing something into the word that the world can use against us. Something we both love, something that can sire a whole other bloodline. A new species" he declared. "Doesn't that scare you?"

"For twenty-five years, I've fought to the nail to stay alive, and I've succeeded" she shrugged. "For a thousand years, you ran and survived. There is no one, better to make sure she does the same" she announced.

He didn't wait for another moment; garbbing her face and pulling her in for a kiss. Andrea instantly kissed him back, wrapping her arms around her neck. He let herself get lost in the feeling of her lips, in the feeling of her skin, as he ran a hand, down her throat.