The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 13

Izabelah's POV

First night in about 2 weeks without Damon, that was interesting. I'd gotten used to just being able to cuddle into him whenever I wanted to, and I'd been tempted to drive back over to the boarding house, but I was fairly sure that he wouldn't let me out to open the shop again in the morning.

Nursing a mug of coffee, I headed into the main area and flipped the door sign, unlocking the door. Hopefully people would pick up their orders early and I could shut up and head to the Salvatore's for the planning meeting. I walked back to the chair, when a shadow appeared behind me, causing me to turn quickly.

My heart stopped.

"Hello, Miss Izabelah." Niklaus smiled, walking into the shop and picking up a single Black Magick, carefully smelling it. "It's been a long time, has it not? After you pushed Trevor to save your granddaughter, I do believe?"

"Nik, please..." I begged, stepping back, trying to reach the threshold of the backroom, part of my home where he couldn't get me. "1000 years, you can stay a Vampire, and this doesn't have to happen."

He Vamped around me, cutting off my escape route and grabbing a hold of me. "You did this to me, Izzi. You stopped me from turning because my father made you, the man you had protected me from for 24 years." I tried to fight him off, but my mind was too scared to concentrate, and his hand forced its way over my mouth and nose, stopping me from breathing. "I've been thinking of the perfect revenge for 1000 years, a way to not kill you, but make you suffer. Because after all, you made me this, you gave me strength and power. How could I kill you, Miss Izabelah?"

I was crying now, kicking and trying to fight him, but everything was getting darker now, my heart beating so fast, trying to give me the power to get him off me, but he was too strong. And then everything was gone.

When I woke up, I was in darkness.

I reached out, trying to find something, anything in front of me, but mere inches from my head was a cool, metal surface, and the same was behind me, and below and above. I was trapped. "Oh, oh God, no, no please!" I screamed, banging on all the sides of the box around me, my throat closing in panic. "Niklaus! Niklaus please! Please , Nik, I'm sorry!"

No one came, and soon I was in a state of panic that was causing my heart to start failing, and my energy was starting to wane as I went into shock. "St, st, stay calm, Izzzzzi." I tried to tell myself, into a ball as small as possible. "Its ju, ju, just a b.. b.. box." But it wasn't, it was being trapped, being stuck in a small space, walls around me. I was claustrophobic.

"HELP!" I screamed again, another wave of panic washing over me as I thrashed, fighting the walls around me even though they were invisible. And then I hid my face, sobbing uncontrollably. And then I opened my eyes again, seeing that it was just a dream.

I was walking around the village, my baby bump protruding through my dress, a sign that I was nearly at term with my young one, the daughter that I loved though she had not yet taken her first breath.

"Izabelah!" Rosalyn laughed, running up to me, her chubby arms and legs reaching out for me to pick her up.

"Oh, my little sister." I grinned, carefully bending down to put her on my hip, and she knew not to move about, for it could hurt her little niece. "I won't be able to do this much longer, you're getting to be such a big girl now, aren't you?"

"Mikael and Esser want you to look after Niklaus and Lijah again." She smiled at me, her pretty eyes glinting in the spring sun. "They going hunting again."

Oh, they did that far too often! Soon there would be no deer left to hunt and then what would we all do over Winter? I put her back down on the ground, taking hold of her hand as we walked over to their own home, Esther herself as heavy with child as I was, for a boy, she was planning on calling Kol. "Mrs Mikaelson, my sister tells me you wish for me to watch your Elijah and little Niklaus?"