Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 27

Chapter 27
Humanity

3 months later ...

The blood in New Orleans poured through the streets, day after day. Flowing out of the Mikaelson compound, like water.

It didn't matter how many people died, because everyone was too terrified to speak up. After the grief, and the pain, the family had gone through, they were terrified to even try.

After all, how do you stop a whole family of immortal beings?

They had tried, time after time, and they had failed.

The family had gone from a myth to a legend, practically overnight.

Day after day, she cried, as the water, she lay in, turned red, with the blood of her victims. More and more death began to stain her soul. She had become completely unredeemable with one flick of her wrists.

Yet, he stood by her. As she fell deeper, and deeper, down her dark path of internalised, pain and agony, he stayed by her side through every spiral. Through every mental breakdown. He fell with her. If she suffered, he suffered. If she mourned, he mourned. Every moment of her pain became his.

The witch's biggest fear had become a reality, as the creature of her own kind, remained isolated, and alone, spiralling out of control. And worst of all, under the protection of the original family. Untouchable.

There was nothing, no one to stop her.

So when she walked down the street, outside the Coven's graveyard, for the first time in months, the witches parted like a sea, for her. The fear in their eyes was clear, she could feel them despite her eyes being fixed to the ground, refusing the look at them.

She wasn't over it.

She didn't think, she'd ever be over it.

Maybe it wasn't their fault. None of them were actually involved in her death. But it was close enough, in her mind.

If they hadn't tried to stop it, that was on them.

A brunette girl ended up at her side, holding her hand, guiding her through the crowd. Doing everything she could, to support her, in her grief.

As always, they found their way to the Beau, and she fell into her friend's shoulder for comfort. None of the pack questioned them, they just filtered out, leaving them alone by the fire.

"I don't know what to do, Hayley" she whispered, smothering herself, into her shoulder.

Hayley pulled her closer, letting her tears soak into her jacket. "Just keep breathing, Andrea" she whispered, running a finger down her spine. "Keep going, keep breathing, and were come out the other end of this."

"I've killed thirty-six people, in the past week, Hails" she declared. "I'm no better than a ..." she trailed off, a few more tears falling down her cheeks.

"A vampire" Elijah finished, appearing behind the two of them. He held out a hand out to her, trying to pry her away from the Beau. "Come home, both of you. It's not safe here."

"This is my home" Andrea snapped back, at him. "Drag yourself out of it."

"They've been strangely accepting of your transition, don't you think?" he asked.

"I'm warning you Elijah" she snarled.

"Because at -"

"Elijah" Hayley snapped. "Back away, right now" she warned.