𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

39. Solitude

Prongs
I am tired. I want a break, desperately. I'm leaving for a while. Don't look for me, I'm fine. Wherever that is. I just needed to space myself from everything. I hope you understand. I'll be in touch with you soon, as soon as I find my peace and collect myself together.

Fleur Delacour

Hey! I know you have been going through so much recently and I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. I am leaving town for a while...don't expect me to be back soon. If anything happens, or you need me, don't hesitate to call me. I love you! take care of yourself. 

Ps: I am going with Elijah :)

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That last month had not been welcoming or pleasant in any way for Maeve. Every night she found herself plagued by nightmares and night terrors. Every single one of them began in the woods in Mystic Falls, her vision clouding by the agonizing memories of that night when she had run into death. Her eyes would be flooded with tears, and she would wake up screaming. The memories of that night were just too much to handle. 

Maeve felt her heart racing seeing the scene unfolding before her. Her hair danced in the wind, but she never broke her gaze with Esther. Her hand remained rigid, still under the influence of the spell. Maeve could feel the overwhelming power coursing through her, yet she had no control over it. It was all happening but it seemed like an outerbody experience. She watched it all happen to herself. The Maeve she stared at had her hands emitting a radiant glow, and fire that slowly began its formation of a ring around the pentagram Esther had created to end Maeve's life. The flames intensified, illuminating the pitch-black night. The torches blared their flames into the sky as the fire grew. The ring of fire spread into a massive fireball that began to swallow the darkness. Maeve felt her body burn, she was getting consumed by the fire. She saw her reflection in the flames. She felt her soul being consumed by the inferno. 

Maeve's mouth opened in a silent scream as the fire consumed her, yet left her unscathed. Instead, it flickered and twirled on her skin, scorching her hair. Raising her gaze, she discovered shadows encircling her. Their eyes were abyssal, and their faces ashen, making it almost impossible to discern their identities. Gradually, the fire on the ground reignited, casting its radiant golden embers onto the shadows, unveiling their haunting forms. Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah, Ezekiel and herself stared at her with a cold look. Dark and lifeless, their eyes seemed to stare at her like ghosts.Their cold stares didn't hide their disgust, however.

"Is this what you are?" Elijah's voice inquired flatly. Maeve shook her head but found herself being tongue-tied. Next was Klaus's turn to critic her---call her a disgrace and that he hated that 

"Look at what you have done." A voice rang out, echoing in her ears. That voice was her own showing her the alarming acts of hers when she faced her death. "You did this. The fire, the exhibition of true danger...it all is you."

With a short lived scream disguised as a gasp she woke up, her face damp with sweat and tears. The memory of the dream faded away, but the fear remained. Her eyes felt heavy, but she couldn't go back to sleep. She feared the nightmares would come back, if she tried going to sleep. She pulled her knees closer to her and sat on the bed, staring into the darkness that consumed the room. Maeve sat there for a long while. She contemplated the idea of skipping out of her room and going into the kitchen to help herself to some ice cream or perhaps a cup of coffee but she also knew it would result in Elijah waking up. Elijah who stayed in the room across from hers.

Many nights in the past month, Maeve found herself awake throughout the night in Elijah's company, too afraid to try to sleep. Every shut eye forced her to relive every moment in the worst forty eight hours of her life. She had no idea how long it had been since she had last slept soundly, but she knew it was long enough to affect her greatly. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now appear dull and haunted. The deep bags under her eyes give her a perpetually fatigued look, as if she hasn't had a good night's sleep in months. The fear and distress that she experiences during her nightmares seem to linger in her gaze, leaving her eyes devoid of the sparkle that once defined them. Maeve barely carried herself evidenced by the gauntness of her frame and the lack of energy.