𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

36. I don't want to feel

The night was hectic and even more tiring than the evening. Maeve spent hours in an anxious state. She was plagued by the nightmare of burning ember flames and the tumultuous jolts of energy that surged through the veins.

She felt a dull phantom ache at the base of her neck. Maeve sat up on the bed, wrapping her hands around her knees. She rested her head on the palm of her hands.

The ominous red, raging inferno, blinded her eyes, drowning the dark room she was in.

After a heavy dinner, graciously Klaus offered Maeve and Ezekiel rooms in the mansion.

"I have a place, you know."

"That tiny place of yours can hardly accommodate you let alone the two of you" said Klaus with a teasing smirk on his face.

"I kept telling her to buy the house──the one we pass on our way here from the town but all I heard were excuses."

Maeve threw a rolled up used tissue at Ezekiel. It hit him in the face making him close his eyes, "how big of a house do you expect for a single me?"

"One that matches your financial status." Ezekiel responded with a snarky look. Maeve stuck her tongue out looking at her brother.

Maeve pushed the covers off of her. She rubbed her hands over a pair of leggings she wore of Rebekah's. Maeve pulled on the jacket she wore while she visited the woods with her brother and later as she died and tiptoed out of that guest bedroom and to the floor below not wanting anyone's attention.

Maeve found herself aimlessly loitering around the large mansion. "Why is this place so huge?" she mumbled to herself entering the ball room. She strolled around the room barefeet. A faint smile curled on the corner of her lips ─ memories of that night came to her like a movie scene. Maeve looked around and then at the empty space in front of her. She remembered where she stood, the middle of the dance floor. A mental image of Elijah materialised in front of her. She could hear the orchestral version of Ed Sheeran's 'give me love'. Maeve tilted her head back as memories glided her to that night.

She tiptoed and danced in a circle recalling how the night went at first. She stopped abruptly when she remembered what happened after that. Maeve pressed a hand to the back of her neck and made way out of the room and onto the driveway of the house.

The three am mist brushed up on her skin and nestled in through her hair. She hugged herself tightening the jacket pulling it's sleeves over her hands. She stood there in the silence. The garden was a stretch of trees and grass with concrete tiling making a path around it. She walked around the concrete path breathing in the scent of trees that flowed in.

She strolled around, looking up at the sky. "So?" she waved her fingers a little making the fallen leaves flow around in circles and glide over her head. She spread open her arms next making the wind blow over her face.

Maeve enjoyed the small spells she could cast, ever since the first one she did at the Pack house in Georgia. The butterflies that danced with her as she made the flowers float around her.

"Couldn't sleep?" Maeve jolted up reacting in shock casting a spell and sent the source of the voice flying back and tumbling over the driveway.

"Holy shi──Elijah?" Maeve dashed to his help. She knelt down to see if he was alright. "I'm so sorry!"

"I should just stop coming up from behind you." he said offering her a smile as he sat up with a short grunt.

Maeve giggled resting back on her heels. "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake and hearing a voice startled me a bit."