𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

34. Death

She stood in front of her bathroom mirror staring at her pale reflection. The one that showed rough cheeks with dried up tears on them: eyes, puffy and red. Even her usual honey brown shade had turned a darker. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink tightly. Her hair were tied up in a bun.

Maeve reflected vibrantly on everything that happened to her in a matter of forty eight hours. She screamed internally. Every moment in her life from gaining her powers the midnight hour of her nineteenth birthday, to finding her family; learning about her birth family to every single aspect of her life since then flashed before her eyes overwhelming her to the point where tears streamed down her face and her stomach churned anxiously. Her mind was clogged, heart beating fast against her ribcage.

She had a significant darkness inside of her. Maeve felt it now as memories came back to her. The trance she felt herself seep into everytime she attacked the Salvatore brothers or the attraction she had toward violence and blood gore. Maybe her darkness would scream out finally. Between the cracks of her sabotaging thoughts, Elijah entered her mind. She recalled how he was the only one able to break through to her every time. She couldn't tell him about the prophecy. It wasn't right. He already had so much to deal with.

Maeve couldn't accept it or word it out to anyone. She didn't have that much courage. But she had chosen to give up. After two long years of making every day a struggle for survival, finding only small moments of smile and happiness as well as running from death every step of the way, she had decided to stop. Maeve Kalon was ready to embrace her death whole heartedly and wait for it without stopping it or resisting it.

The knock that sounded at the door, for a split second made her believe it was her imagination. When it grew stronger, she hurried to open it. Maeve regretted opening the front door as soon as her eyes fell on the two men standing outside.

"Maverick. Brother." she starkly greeted them with a roll of her eyes. Maeve stepped aside letting both of them enter her apartment.

"Dingy." commented Maverick as his eyes roved around almost every corner of her apartment. Maeve watched as Ezekiel took a seat on the couch, his eyes settling interrogatively on Maeve while Maverick just glanced around the place.

"I'm guessing blabbermouth told you everything."

"Yes because my sister doesn't believe in sharing stuff with her family." Ezekiel said bitterly.

Maverick looked at Maeve with an offended look, "why am I blabbermouth?"

"That's what Gwenlyn called you." Maeve said softly looking away at Ezekiel. "I wanted to tell you once I came to terms with it."

"You seemed pretty collected in Woodlands." Maverick commented.

Maeve rolled her eyes, before savagely responding, "that's because the last thing I wanted was for Elijah to start worrying and panicking. Will you subtract from this conversation? Family and co-Alphas would like to talk privately."

Maverick raised his hands defensively, "seems things are in place. That's all I was supposed to do. So, I'll be taking work calls from the bar across the street." He said and quickly scattered out of the apartment.

Maeve sat down next to Ezekiel on the couch. Both sat in silence for a few moments.

"Were you ever planning on telling me...let alone any of us?" asked Ezekiel breaking the silence.

"Yes. Tomorrow....Sunday I was going to drive down and do it face to face."

"Oh really?" scoffed Ezekiel rather bitterly and with a cold jabbing tone.

"You rather I do it over the phone?" slammed back Maeve turning her head to catch Ezekiel's eyes. "Tell you about my death. Potential death over a stupid phone call?"