Abbie
I've spent the last 4 days wandering the streets of New Orleans during the day and prowling deep in the woods at night. I haven't turned in decades, if not centuries. It was a way for me to keep my anger in check, when I was feeling overwhelmed. In the last 4 days, I haven't turned enough to even begin to quell this feeling burning deep down inside of me. Anger, pain, sadness and betrayal. It's all cemented inside of me, locking me in this dark place I refuse to let myself go.
I'm not blind to my family's hypocrisy. If anything, I'm the one affected most by it. Freedom, dating.. it's something I've come to terms of never fully having. I'm not surprised Klaus has gone and knocked up some poor girl, I'm surprised he did it so soon. Like Avery never meant anything to him. I'm mad because yet again, I was liked to and kept in the dark. This time Rebekah was leading me straight to the betrayal.
All I know is, I'm going to do everything in my power so Avery never finds out. She shouldn't have to go through life thinking Klaus proved her right and moved on the second she was gone. The only way I can do that is to go back home and give Klaus what he wants. Control over me and my undying loyalty. I'll play my part but it doesn't mean I can't still make his life hell. I should know how, I've lived in it for so long.
I push open the doors to the mansion, my heels click with each step through the foyer. I pass the open doors into Elijah's study, seeing the 4 of them in there. "Elijah.. see you found your way back." He nods his head towards me, eyeing me cautiously. Well, it could be the guy I have in tow behind me. "I'll be up in my room. I won't be joining for dinner." I don't wait for an answer, before leading the way up to my room. I compelled the guy to stay quiet and follow me wherever I go. Couldn't leave him sitting around for Klaus to rip into.
"You can relax and speak now." I look him in the eyes, before shutting the doors behind me. He lets out a breath like he was holding it and looks at me. "Who were those people?" He asks. "My siblings." His heart rate picks up and I bite back a smile. I love that he's nervous. He'll taste better when I'm ready for him. "We can't do that with your family here." I roll my eyes and wave a dismissive hand. "We can and we will. Now lay down and don't try to stay quiet." I smile, pushing him back on the bed and straddling his lap.
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The Perfect Mikaelson's
FanficTwo best friends find themselves bound to the Mikaelson's. One by blood and one by loyalty. They crave nothing more than the freedom from the family, but something always seems to drag them back in. While trying to find their purpose in life outside...
