IMMORTAL SHE ── tvd&pjo

iii. sexy hybrid serial killer

SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE

[Damon is in his bed and hears Elijah's conversation with Elena and Stefan. He gets up, goes downstairs and joins them.]

Elijah: Tonight is the full moon. We should assume that Klaus is prepared to break the curse.

Stefan: Elena said that the Sun and the Moon curse is fake. That it's actually just a curse placed on Klaus.

Elijah: Klaus is a vampire born of a werewolf bloodline. The curse has kept her werewolf aspect from manifesting. But if she breaks it...She'll be a true hybrid.

[Damon joins them.]

Damon: Then why are we letting her break the curse? We can kill her today. With Bonnie.

"I've watched Bonnie Bennett's brain almost spill out of her ears from doing a locator spell," Klaus scoffed in offence at the idea of the inexperienced Bennett witch being the one to kill her. "Poor Ayana is probably tossing and turning in her grave after seeing how far her bloodline has fallen."

Rebekah's face soured at the mention of the girl who had played a key role in her horrid first high school experience. "We should've put the bitch in the ground and sent to see Ayana herself on the Other Side. Perhaps then she would possess some semblance of skill. Even I had more skill at that age, and that's saying something, considering I was unable to produce even a modicum of magic."

The hybrid laughed at the bitterness radiating off her sister. "Thank the gods for that. A good witch is a dead witch, Rebekah. That's one of the few things we both agree on."

Hope spun around to stare up at her mother from the floor, an incredulous expression plastered across her face. "Your witch child is sitting right here," she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

Klaus' demeanour softened immediately. She reached out a tentative hand to run it through Hope's hair, allowing the teen to nuzzle into the maternal touch she had missed so dearly. "You are a Mikaelson witch, sweet girl. These bottom of the barrel scum are nothing compared to you."

Percy perked up from his seat, where he had hastily returned after practically leaping to comfort his mother. "Wait, so all of you are witches too?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion as he gestured between each Mikaelson sibling.

"No, we aren't," Klaus clarified. "As humans, only Kol was able to tap into his magic. But a vampire cannot exist as both vampire and witch. A vampire is an abomination of nature, while a witch is a servant of nature."

"But...what about me?" he questioned. "I've never been able to do magic." It was like a punch to the gut—just another thing that made him different from everyone else. It seemed that no matter where he was, whether at a new school or back at Camp Half-Blood, he was always different: an ADHD troubled child to the mortals and an overpowered forbidden child to the demigods.

His mother frowned at the evident disappointment in his voice. It was obvious to Klaus that he was searching for something, anything, to connect with his birth family. "It seems that you are your father's son, Percy. Your demigod nature overpowers anything I gave you," she explained gently. "But make no mistake, you are still my son, so long as my blood runs in your veins."

Now, that was new; for once, he wasn't the son of Poseidon, but the son of Klaus Mikaelson. Her claim on him, unlike his father's, wasn't dependent on his battle feats or his powers, simply just their shared DNA.

Percy hadn't realised it then, but he was crying; a torrent of silent tears dribbled down his cheeks. He stared at his mother, a mess of teary eyes and trembling lips, trying to convey just how much her words meant. Eventually, he settled on a weak smile before burrowing his face into Annabeth's shoulder.