Annabelle
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I had gone to meet up with Caroline. We went to the Grill for dinner, seeing as my father had suggested it for some unknown reason. I had given him a confused look when I found him reading his newspaper, which is when he had suggested it.
Nonetheless, I agreed to it as long as it was going on his credit card. Caroline agreed happily and we spent a few hours at the Grill, just chatting. There was a lot of talk about Jeremy, which I was happy to give all the details about him. Then, she drove me home, despite being weary of the oh mighty Mikaelson house.
Inside the house, I could hear chatter. I thought that maybe Dad and Nik were getting along, for once, but was quickly proved wrong when I stepped inside.
I slowly opened the front door, curious to see what was going on. I could pick up on four different voices, two of them being my uncle and dad. Instantly, I could smell blood as I approached the dining area.
My entire body stiffened as my eyes found the blonde girl standing by the table, blood slowly trickling down her body. It stained the side of her shirt, the smell becoming stronger as she bled more. I felt my fangs come out and knew veins were appearing on my face. Quickly, I slammed my eyes shut as I tried to focus on anything but the blood.
Suddenly, hands were on me, cupping my face. My eyes flew open to see my father looking at me. "Don't focus on it," Dad told me, gently moving my face when I attempted to look. His voice was grounding and reassuring. "Focus on anything else. My voice, Niklaus's beating heart-"
"Me," Damon's voice chimed in, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Instantly, I shoved my father off. "Damon's here?" Sure enough, if I had looked to my right, I would have seen Damon and Stefan standing in the room. The atmosphere was tense and my eyes darkened as they landed on Stefan.
Damon smirked, waving at me. "Hi, little birdie."
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, glaring at the Damon. He didn't seem bothered by my glare seeing as he was often on the receiving end of it most of the time.
"Maybe ask your uncle who just tried to burn my brother," Damon said, rolling his eyes.
"Good," I muttered. "Seems like I got back at the right time. By all means, continue." With one more hesitant glance at me, everything returned to normal. I observed the room, trying to calculate what had gone down here. Obviously, it was something I wasn't supposed to know about or something my father didn't want me involved in.
"Elijah, why haven't you left?" Nik cut in. Seeing as I had returned to my normal state, Dad turned to face Niklaus.
"Well, where are your manners, brother?" Dad asked. The lady, who no longer had blood on her neck and was patched up, returned to the room, a tray in hand as she perched herself beside my father. "You forgot dessert." Dad lifted the cloth on the tray, revealing two daggers.
I gasped, knowing exactly what the daggers were for; my uncles. After all this time without them, my father had finally managed to get the upper hand and undaggered him.
"What have you done?" Nik asked upon realizing that my uncles were going to wake soon. He took a cautious step back, eyes flickering up to Dad.
"What have I done?" Dad retorted, a calm expression settling on his face. "See, I've learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We're doing this on my terms now."
"Kol," Niklaus sounded genuinely scared as he took another fearful step back. My head whipped around so fast that if I was human, I would have had whiplash. Sure enough, Kol was now standing between Damon and I.
"Long time, brother," Kol said, a smirk planted on his face as he stepped closer to Nik. In a swift movement, Nik sped to the daggers but my other uncle, Finn, was quicker and swiped them before Nik could wrap his hands around them.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. "Finn, don't," Nik warned him, though that didn't stop Finn from stabbing Nik in the hand with the dagger. Nik screamed, speeding away from Finn once the dagger was removed. However, he didn't get very far before his eyes widened, another ounce of fear consuming him. "Rebekah." Bekah was still wearing her homecoming dress, the red contrasting with her skin well.
She stabbed him in the stomach, causing him to cry out. "Stop this," I said, taking a step forward but my father grabbed my wrist, stopping me from moving. I tried to fight him but he was stronger than me. This was spiraling out of control quickly and I wished I could interfere. Of course, my uncle had wronged everyone else by dagger them but that didn't mean I wanted to see him getting hurt.
"Stay here, Annabelle," Dad warned me and I swallowed hard, gaze moving between him and my family. I was trying to decide what to do.
"This is for our mother," Rebekah told Nik before ripping the dagger out from Nik's stomach. She shoved Nik back, into Kol's grasp. Kol held him, pinning his arms behind him.
"You're free to go," Dad said suddenly. Stefan moved away from the fireplace, making it obvious that Dad was talking to them. "This is family business."
I glared at Stefan as he left, followed by Damon. Bekah paced the room, wandering towards a glass vase. "I like what you've done with the new place, Nik." She picked up the vase, chucking it at the wall.
I flinched as it shattered, raining little pieces of glass on the floor. "I wanted it to be for all of us," Nik said quietly from where he sat, leaning against the table. "A place we could all call home. A place we could all be a family. None of us would ever have to be alone again. It was quite sad, honestly, hearing Nik sound so...upset, almost broken.
"Well, you're right," Dad said, glancing over at Kol. "None of us will be. You're staying behind.
"We're leaving you, Nik, right after I kill that doppelganger wench. Then you will be alone," Aunt Rebekah said. It was four against one now. "Always and forever."
"If you run, I will hunt all of you down," Nik threatened, tipping his head to the side as he gazed at his siblings with anger.
"And then you'll become everything you hate," Dad commented, taking a step closer to Nik. "Our father."
"I'm the hybrid!" Nik yelled suddenly, causing me to flinch. "I can't be killed! I have nothing to fear from any of you."
"Nik, keep your voice down. You're scaring Annabelle," Dad commented, most likely able to hear my racing heartbeat. Finally, Dad added, "You will have something to fear when we have that coffin." There was silence for a moment before the sound of a door opening could be heard. We all turned to see who was there. However, none of us expected what we saw.
"Mother," Aunt Rebekah said in utter disbelief. My grandmother passed her and I could tell it was nothing any of them had been expecting. My grandmother stopped in front of Nik before demanding, "Look at me." Nik, who now had tears streaming down his face, slowly looked up. "Do you know why I'm here?"
"You're here to kill me," Nik finally said and I closed my eyes, trying to contain my own tears.
"Niklaus, you are my son. And I'm here to forgive you," my grandmother said before stepping back and looking at the rest of her children. "I want us to be a family again. I want to see my granddaughter live her life and grow up." Great, another flipping grandparent ruinion.
If you couldn't tell, I completely despised my grandparents.
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