Caroline and Niklaus's daughter

5.Losing control

Violet's POV

I woke up naked In the middle of the woods, it had been a whole day since I was supposed to turn back but I didn't.

I was so happy. The mood was ruined when I started shaking the trees around me. My magic was out of control again. I sighed in disappointment.

I made my way back towards my house and  saw some clothes waiting for me. I quickly got dressed and made my way inside.

"Violet!" Lizzie exclaimed as she hugged me.

"Oh my gosh Vi'!" Josie exclaimed and joined in on the hug. We pulled away.

"Are you okay?" "How do you feel?" They asked.

"I'm fine, I feel great. Except for my magic. Could you guys siphon me?" I asked and they nodded before doing so.

"Thanks" I said with a smile and my parents came down stairs.

"Violet!" They said in unison before I was engulfed in another group hug.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?" My mom questioned.

" I feel good" I said with a content smile.

"Good. We're proud of you" my dad said with a smile as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"I mean. I don't think I could handle every bone in my body breaking." He commented and I chuckled a bit.

"Thanks dad" I smiled.

**
Caroline's POV

I was glad to see Violet was okay. It was terrible watching her go through that much pain. This morning I heard they had defeated the hollow too so that was good news.

I looked at her and wondered what if they had defeated it a just little bit sooner. She really needed Klaus the other night. I couldn't do anything. I felt so useless. It's not like I could give her any advice or relate to that type of pain.

I looked at her and thought of all the ways she was like him. She had his talent for art. She had his eyes and dimples. Unfortunately she had his temper.

However she was sweet and kind. She loved shopping just like me and had my hair but it was curly .

I hope when I tell her about her real father they'll forgive me. She's good at holding grudges just like her father.

**
A week later

Violet's POV

I woke up and everything was floating again. I was so over this happening every morning so I just sighed and ignored it. I decided to paint to distract me instead.

I grabbed the stuff out of the air and started to paint on the canvas that was floating in the air. I didn't have an idea of what to paint, just started. Before I knew it I was painting wolves. I wondered what they were like.

I'm the only wolf around here that has activated their curse. I knew some with an activated curse a while back but they moved away before I activated mine. I don't know what's normal for a wolf and what should be concerning. Thinking about wolves led me to think about my father.

He was a wolf and came from a witch bloodline. It's because of him I'm like this. I'm not sure if I wish I wasn't a wolf or witch. I loved being in my wolf form and loved running through the forest. However it was pretty lonely.

My magic was overwhelming and out of control. I didn't know how to fix it and neither did anyone else. Was it my fault? Could I just not handle magic? I hated feeling like this. My lights started flickering so I tried to keep myself calm.

I focused on my painting and what I was doing. Before I knew it I was done, and when I looked around the room nothing was floating except for my canvas. I smiled and hung up my painting.

I made my way downstairs for breakfast before I tripped over my shoelaces. I glared at my shoelaces. 'Stupid things' I thought and they caught fire. My eyes went wide and I immediately put them out and sighed. I can't even get annoyed without something bad happening.

I went downstairs and my family was eating breakfast.

"Good morning!" They all said

"Morning" I grumbled.

"Do you smell smoke?" My mom asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I sighed and they looked at me with sympathy and pity. I hated that look. The lights flickered and I huffed in annoyance. Couldn't I get a break? I asked my sisters to syphon me and tried to have a normal breakfast.

They kept talking and tried to include me in the conversation but I wasn't in the mood. I was annoyed and whenever that happened the lights still flickered even after siphoning. The more annoyed I got at myself and the lights, the more they flickered. It was an annoying and never ending cycle.

After flickering for a while the sparks flew from the lights and the went out completely.

"Damn it" I mumbled and held my head in my hands. I was getting even more out of control. The syphoning was only doing so much and I still could control myself. I hated it

Josie rubbed my back trying to soothe me but it didn't help much.

"I know it's hard but-" my mom started but I cut her off.

"No you don't." I snapped and more sparks flew.

"You don't understand. Nobody does!" I said getting up as sparks were flying everywhere and the house was lightly shaking.

"Violet" my dad said warily.

"I can't even complain about it or allow myself to get upset because look what happens!" I exclaimed. I was now crying and the house was full on shaking now.

They were all looking at me with sympathy and pity like always but there was also something different. They were looking at me differently. They had a bit of fear in their eyes. The we're afraid of me. My own family was afraid of me. That made me cry harder which didn't help the situation.

"Violet it's okay" Lizzie said.

"It going to be okay" my mom told me as they were approaching me slowly. They acted like I was a bomb about to go off. I hated it. I cried harder . I turned into my wolf form and ran out into the woods.

I could hear my family calling out for me but I didn't care. I didn't want to hurt them.

I ran to the middle of the woods.
I cried and howled in sorrow. My own family was scared of me and I couldn't blame them. Even I was scared of me.

I howled more. I was all alone. I was the only wolf around, nobody at school activated their curse. I was also a witch, but different. I was different, my magic was different. I had too much magic and I couldn't  control it all, I didn't know how.

I never thought about my biological father much but lately he was the only thing on my mind. I didn't know who he was or if he even knew I existed. I didn't care, he wasn't in my life, I had no feeling towards him. However in this moment, I hated him. It was because of him I was like this. He did this to me and left me all alone to deal with it. It was all his fault.

I never had felt ill feelings towards him. I liked my life and my dad that raised me. But in this moment, I hated him for leaving me all alone.