The Witch and The Original

Chapter 12

      I slowly woke the next morning feeling the effects of last night. I stretch to loosen my muscles. I reach over, searching the bed only to find it empty I open my eyes and quickly sit up.

"Klaus?" I say, looking around the room. He was gone.

"Son of a bitch!" I jumped out of bed to take a shower. Standing under the hot water, I couldn't stop myself from re-playing last night's events, his dominance, and how he knew where my sweet spots were. We had slept together before, but this felt different. Then I remembered something just before I fell asleep he said something, all I remember him saying was the word love. I don't know. Maybe I was hearing things, and perhaps I imagined those words. It doesn't matter Klaus is incapable of love that is outside of his family. I finish up and get out. I got dressed in record time. I decided to wear something casual and comfortable, considering I was about to kick someone's ass. I didn't worry about my hair, but I threw on eyeliner and mascara and rushed out the door, hopping into my car and sped off to the Mikaelson compound.

"KLAUS!" I shout, kicking the door in, "you son of a bitch! where are you?"

"He's not here," I hear a female voice. I look to where it came from and see Hayley standing at the top of the stairs.

"Well, where is he? I have a bone to pick with him," I snap. She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to intimidate me; clearly, she doesn't know who she is dealing with. I don't scare easily.

"I don't know where he is maybe you should come back later," she says, walking down the stairs coming towards me, and stopping in front of me.

"Or maybe I'll wait right here for him to get back," we stare each other down, and finally, she speaks.

"Okay, I think it's time for you to leave."

"Or what?" I step closer to her, not backing down; a wolf doesn't frighten me.

"Or I'll make you," she whispers, and I scoff at her.

"I would like to see you try... Dog," I mutter. I think I hit a nerve cause the next thing I know; I'm soring through the air, hitting a wall. I get up, laughing at her.

"Is that all you got?" I asked, and she charged at me, punching me in the face, and I fell to the floor. She swings her leg back, kicking me in my ribs. I spin in mid-air, landing on my stomach. I go to get up and spit blood out of my mouth. Now I'm pissed I was going easy on her because she's pregnant. Still, now I've had enough of this, she goes to kick me again. I grab ahold of her leg with shock on her face. I use all my strength to push her back, and she falls, hitting a chair. I get to a standing position, and she quickly gets up and runs toward me. I lift my arm, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at me, confused as to why she couldn't move.

"What are you?" she asks, her voice quavering.

"I. Dog, am a Charmed one," I reply with a smirk and curl my fingers inward, walking closer to her. She cries out in pain as I squeeze her heart from the outside.

"And I'm not one to be trifled with, little girl," still crying in pain, I squeeze harder, my hand almost becoming a fist.

"PIPER!!" I hear my name being shouted, and then a hand grabs ahold of my forearm. I look to see who it belonged to, his beautiful blues now filled with anger.

"Let. Her. Go," he says, his tone low and enraged. I look at him, surprised.

"Why? She started it, I'm simply finishing it," I add, looking back at her squeezing her heart tighter she cries out again.

"ENOUGH!" he yells, throwing me across the room. I land on the stairs; the pain in my back is no comparison to the one in my heart. I open my eyes, and they turn black with anger. I levitate off the stairs and turn to the both of them, and I raise my hands, curling my finger to grab them both, sending them flying on either side of the room, pinning them to the wall. They were no match for my power. Still holding Hayley in place, I glide over to Klaus.

"Piper, stop this now," he spat, and I smirk at him.

"Or what?" I said, sliding the back of my hand down the side of his face.

"Piper, this isn't you."

"Oh, it's not?" I ask sarcastically, "and how would you know? You barely know me. All you know about me is what I sound like when you fuck me," I state, grabbing his jaw "you know nothing about who I am, and I'm getting sick of everyone underestimating me as if I was a weak mortal. I have lived for three hundred years, and no one has ever treated me this way. You want me to spare your dog, then fine I will but mark my words next time I won't be so generous and now you will never see me again Klaus Mikaelson," I said, lowering myself to the ground. I take one last look at him. I can see his eyes welling with unshed tears. I release them, and they fall to the ground with a thud, still looking at him, a single tear falls down my face. He says my name before I snap my fingers and disappear. That would be the last time I would ever see him, or so I thought.