Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 29

Chapter 29
Let Me In

The sound of water dripping echoed through the empty compound. But as he edged closer, he realised it wasn't water.

There was the body of a blond girl hanging off of the stair railing, blood running down her body, from the gash, on her throat. Deep werewolf bites, in their throat. The venom running deep into their veins, infecting them.

On the other side of the Compound, the dripping continued and he whirled around, to see three more bodies almost identical, hanging in the exact same fashion, bites deep in their throat, blood coating their skin.

Something in him snapped, as he spun around on his heels, heading up the stairs. "Andrea!" he screamed, marching up the staircase. "Andrea, what have you done!"

He flung her bedroom door open, to see her lying calmly on the sofa. "Murder" she simply shrugged, drinking a glass of wine, he could smell it was laced, with blood.

"Is this a joke to you?" he snapped marching over to her. Seeing her blood-stained clothes, her lips coated red. She didn't look in the slightest bit bothered. "This city is becoming known, for its slaughter, Andrea. Were going to run out of food."

She shrugged again, chuckling, under her breath. "We'll find more" she replied.

He grabbed the glass launching it at the wall. She didn't even flinch slightly, as it trickled down like blood. "Stop it" he finally snapped.

There was a kind of entertaining humour, dancing in her eyes. She was enjoying his anger. Deep down, she may have been hurting, even then she willing it to end, in the deepest, darkest corner of her mind. But on the surface ... she was fine.

She had to be fine, more for her sanity than anyone else's.

He exhaled, sitting down, on the sofa, next to her. "I want to help you, Andrea" he murmured, grabbing her wist, veins appearing under his eyes, at the sent of the dried blood layin on her skin. "Just let me in" he whispered, licking the blood, clean off her skin, making her eyes roll back, in her head.

A chuckle fell from her lips, as she leaned in closer, to him, till their lips were inches away from touching. "Make me" she whispered, her lips skimming over the shell of his ears.

He didn't waste a moment, pulling her straight in for a brutal kiss. It wasn't sweet and loving, noting as anymore.

His anger, his hatred for what she had become, every single thing bleed through. He cursed her, for her actions, for her decisions, but not for a moment, did he ever, consider, stopping her.

She had become a drug, and he was completely, hopelessly and utterly addicted. Through her cries of pain and pleasure, their only witness, was the glaring beam of the sun, as the nights bled into days, and back again. The cycle was relentless, endless.

She was toxic.

Not because she had hurt him or was cruel. But because despite every time she proved, she wasn't the girl he had met, the one he fell for, he fell back to her side.

She was damaged, hopelessly damaged like him.

And as Satan laughed, and the angels wept, as they fell back into each other's arms once again, they initiated a war, bigger than them, far bigger than they could ever be.

As she came undone in his arms and he fell deeper and deeper for her, the fires of hell were calling out for them, watching the two unravel, crossing every moral line, in the name of one another.

Every time she moaned out his name, he knew he was done for.

She was the sweetest sugar, laced with the most deadly poison.