The Perfect Mikaelson's

31|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

Day after the wedding

I remember a time when we were all happy. Life was easy and we didn't want each other dead. I guess a thousand years together will make family dinners and holidays a little violent. Even then, nothing has destroyed us and pinned us against each other like Avery leaving. I knew Klaus would be mad and everyone else would be shocked and upset, but this is catastrophic. Walking into our family house yesterday morning, led to one of the biggest wars I think we'll ever face.

I left Stefan stay at my house while I went to clean up after yesterday. I didn't need any of them assuming anything happened between Stefan and I. On top of that, Klaus was no doubt going to be in a mood and Stefan would just be collateral damage. Walking into the house, I could tell I severely underestimated the blow back from all of this.

I stepped over broken picture frames, rumble from marble statues which used to line the grand foyer, shreds of what I assume were canvas' from Nik's art room, papers from books or just random loose documents we had, glass from any glassware we had in the house and blood. Trails ran through the house, up the stairs and led to a pile of bodies in the back. Hurricane Avery came and I have no doubt she's still here.

"Abigail!" I hear Klaus' voice just before I'm slammed into the wall, knocking the breath out of my lungs. So we're starting off like this? Fine. I levitate him off the ground, throwing him across the foyer into the wall at Elijah's study, knocking Kol's portrait off the wall. He recovers quickly, but I knew he would, I expected him to. I vamp him into the wall again, before kicking his knee out, hearing it crack twice and him cry out.

He grabs my leg, spinning it so fast, it breaks in the same fashion as his, sending me to the ground, screaming in pain. I shift, putting my good leg up and kicking him with all my strength in the face. This isn't a clean fight, this isn't even siblings fighting. This is a girl who's been wronged all her life and now grieving the loss of her best friend. Klaus' pride is hurt and he's blaming everyone but himself.

I quickly stand, snapping my leg back into place. He stumbles to his feet and flashes his golden eyes at me. He can hit me as hard as he wants, I can hit equally as hard. Flashing my eyes back at him. He bares his fangs and rushes me, sinking his teeth into my arm, ripping out a chunk. I grab my arm, trying not to cry from the pain, showing him any type of weakness. He wants it. He wants to taste the fear in my blood and know he's won.

Swiping his thumb across his lip and sucking my blood off of it, his eyes turn veiny and I know he's nowhere near done. "You taste like betrayal and lies." He wickedly smiles, circling me like a starving caged animal. "I wonder if I should drag this out for my enjoyment or make it swift so I don't have to look at you any longer." I stood up, already feeling myself stronger since the wound healed.

"Drag it out, like you drug out your loveless relationship with Avery." I argue back. He lunges at me, but I'm ready. More than ready. I grab the wooden stake from a broken chair, shoving it into his stomach, twisting as hard as I can before shoving it further. When he drops to his knees, I kick him right where the stake is, sending it through him and falling onto his back.

As much as I would love to shove my heel through his heart, approaching him while he's down is exactly what he wants. He thinks I don't know how he fights, but I know how they all fight better than they do. It gives me the upper hand. Not that I need one. He continues to lay there, hoping to get me with my guard down, but I couldn't be anymore prepared for his attacks.

"Get up, Klaus!" I shout, walking into his view. His eyes meet mine and I see a look of defeat in them. My heart clenches but I can't be weak. Compassion is a weakness and it's going to get me killed if I let it in. "Get up and face me, you bloody bastard!" I scream. When he still refuses to move, I do a levitation spell. He pulls the stake from his back, throwing it straight for my heart.