Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

She felt a burn of magic running down her wrist again and she dropped the locator spell, with a groan. "Cami's being wonderfully resistant, but if I had a hunch I'd say, she has an equally as resistant witch, helping her" she explained, to Klaus. "I can find her" she admitted to herself.

Nik nodded, still pacing up and down the room but she could see he was thinking of a plan, deep down. It was taking him an unusually long time, to come up with something.

She shook her wrists, placing her hands over the map again, and feeling the magic run through her. She felt an all too familiar resistance, an internal resistance that was holding her back. She was terrified of what hid behind the barrier. But there was only really one way for her to find out ...

She let the string snap. And it didn't take more than a second for her to feel the power rush through her. It was an all too familiar feeling, just like the addictive sense of dark magic. When her eyes flew open, she saw where Cami was hiding. The New Orlean's Cemetry.

Just like she had guessed.

Nevertheless, her biggest fears were coming to life.

She was falling back in love with the rush of magic.

~*~

Hope seemed to be the only thing that could bring her back down to earth, after the thrill of the witchcraft, that had been burning deep within her. Hope was her comfort, the thing that grounded her.

But even she was failing to be enough, with the current state of her mind.

Everything seemed to be talking away, bit by bit, around her.

Freya rounded the corner and they both knew she could tell how conflicted she was. "You alright?" she asked, smiling as Hope reached out. "Hello, gorgeous" she laughed, bending down and letting Hope play with her hand.

The joyful moment ended up being short-lived, when Freya looked into her eyes and she knew, her facade wasn't working. "Don't look at me like that" she muttered.

"I'm not giving you any look" Freya tried to assure her.

"You're giving me that look" she persisted, glaring at her but it wasn't exactly hate. Rather, resentment because she knew Freya was going to make her talk about herself.

Freya gave in, dropping Hope's hand. "Fine, I'm giving you a look" she admitted. "You look like your mind is somewhere else. What's wrong?"

She knew that Freya was going to be persistent until she gave in and told her what was really going on. And she couldn't be bothered with an argument, at that moment in time. "I'm ... concerned about my magic" she admitted. After all, Freya was the only Mikaelson who could really advise her on the matter.

"So am I" Freya confessed, looking at her through her eyelids. "I don't know what happened to you the other day, but I'm worried and so is Klaus" she confessed.

Of course, Klaus knew. It was stupid to think that he had no idea what was going on with her, she was more surprised that he hadn't called her out, yet.

~*~

Klaus found Cami and gave her the dark objects. But like everything else, seemed to be as of late it was in vain, the Strix coven had stolen the white oak from right under their noses.

But she had a bigger priority, Marcel's inflated ego.

Elijah poured her another glass of bourbon and she thanked him with a smile. She had gotten over her grudges, for the sake of Hayley's happiness but Elijah's slow torture of the Strix was the most entertaining part of her week.

He sat down next to her, slowly watching her concentration on the flames dancing in the fireplace. "You're quiet" he commented, but she didn't look away from the flames. "It's incredibly concerning when you're quiet Andrea," he remarked, and she finally turned to look at him.

"Perhaps I'm doing it to unnerve you" she quipped, with a slight smile, hinting at the corner of her lips.

"In that case, you're very successful but I do have a potent feeling, you're contemplating things" he listed off.

"Do you ever talk like someone from the twenty-first century?" she questioned,  looking his suit up and down. "How much do your suits cost by the way?"

"Modern language is lazy and you should ask Hayley" he answered. She nodded in agreement making him chuckle. "I think today was very successful" he declared.

"Yes, other than the only thing that can kill you being stolen by Aurora. Which might cause a slight problem, when she tries to kill everyone with the Mikaelson name" she reminded him, with a pointed glare.

He quickly finished his drink, slamming it down on the table but it didn't even make her flinch anymore. "Yes, well I was hoping you'd help us deal with that" he offered, but he didn't need to ask the question. "You and Niklaus do have such a gift for violence" he stated.

She was sick of Aurora popping up everywhere, to ruin everything for them at every single turn. The vampire had become her biggest headache very quickly and she was sick of it. She was trying to insert herself into the Mikaelson world; if Nik wasn't going to snap, she would.

She handed him her empty glass, with a tight smile. Her hand lingered, until he took it, bringing her back to reality.  "How's Hayley?" she asked him.

His lips pursed but he didn't let go of her hand. "She's doing okay. She's unable to forget, what she saw because of Tristian" he said, his hatred breaking through his noble illusion.

"He got what he deserved" she assured him but he only nodded. She realised, he was done with the conversation for the night. "I'm going to bed" she declared, standing up but he didn't say anything else. "Good night," she said trying to get a word from him but he didn't say anything.

She reached the door and then his words rang out. "Good night."

There was nothing more to be said between the two. So, she shut the door behind her and decided to follow her word for once.

She didn't know what was truly bothering Elijah but she had a good feeling, it was to do with the Strix. And whatever mind games he and Aya had been playing back and forth with each other. Not to mention, Hayley's current mid-life crisis.

She slowly opened her bedroom door, glancing around to see Klaus sprawled out, asleep, with Hope sleeping in his arms. A smile bloomed across her lips. The two of them looked utterly peaceful, asleep in each other's arms.

It pained her to pick Hope up, and slip the door to her nursery open, putting her to bed as gently as possible, so she didn't wake her up.

Just like everything else, that was once perfect, it had to be broken apart.