Dollhouse {Elijah Mikaelson Story}

Chapter 16

Athena tossed and turned. Her anger still flowed through her veins, she had plenty of it and she needed release.

The scar on her side still throbbed; it would giving the fact that she had been stabbed there and it did actually kill her.

"I'm going to kill all of them" she muttered to herself, closing her eyes and trying to get to sleep.

Her eyes were bloodshot and she had large rings under her eyes from where she had been crying. But no one knew she sat in her room sobbing for days. She made it out to Arcadius that she needed to be alone, to plot, to enhance her power.

It was annoying though. 2,020 years of life being strong, not contracting any weaknesses. But being exposed to Elijah Mikaelson had made her feel so at risk. She had a weakness and they acted on it. She knew she couldn't let them win. She had been used and she didn't like it one bit.

Athena jumped from her bed and threw on her outfit from earlier on, swinging a jacket to cover her arms. She then walked out of her room and downstairs.

"Where are you going Athena?" Arcadius jogged after her and caught her just exiting

"To pay our friends a little visit" she said

"I'm coming with you" he said hastily, darting around the room to find his jacket

"Arcadius no" she refused "they already think I'm weak, what would they think it I turn up with my older brother by my side"

"They'll think that we are still sticking together; that family does really equal power" Arcadius argued

"And what of our family now brother?" Athena asked "we've turned on each other like trapped cats and dogs; we've allowed our minds to be manipulated"

"You have been manipulated sister, not me" Arcadius hissed

"He killed our brother, Arcadius!" Athena exclaimed "forgive me but even though it tore our family, he got what he deserved"

"How can you say that?! He is our father, we wouldn't be here because of him" he burst out

"Yes but we would have had a happy life" Athena lied, casting her mind back to being on her death bed and seeing the true way she would have died if she were human.

"We were happy when we were all together" Arcadius voice cracked with anger

"Yes until he killed Apollo! And he was talking about burning the city down" Athena thought Arcadius would have been surprised

"Yes because I agreed with him and we were planning it" Arcadius confessed

"After everything" Athena's heart sank "everything we've put into this city you just want to burn it to the ground"

"The vampires have taken everything we've done and tainted it" he shouted "this is the vampires home now"

"Not for long" Athena turned and walked out of the door. Arcadius touched her wrist to stop her but instantly flinched

"Ouch" he exclaimed, his hand burnt at the very touch of her skin

"I'm angry" she snatched her hand away and disappeared through the door.

Arcadius seethed. How dare his sister... His little sister be so stupid, so naive. How dare she have the guts to disobey him, his father was dead because of her, Apollo was also dead, leaving Arcadius the man of the family. Which doesn't sit well with Athena.

But it will. He will make sure she suffers for what she had done.

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"It's too quiet" Klaus' eyes darted around the room

"Niklaus your paranoia is getting the best of you" Elijah wasn't too bothered about the imminent arrival of a powerful witch, though he was more worried about how she was feeling towards him and if their relationship had gone past the point of no return.

He was certain it was.

"They have been sat in that house for days now; what are they planning?" Klaus seethed

A high pitched scream emanated from downstairs which immediately caught the attention of both brothers.

"I think you don't have to wait anymore" Elijah commented before they both got up and sped downstairs

Athena stood in the doorway. An infuriated look wiped across her face as her eyes darted from one vampire to another.

"Athena"Elijah tried to get her attention but whenever her eyes landed on him, they immediately left.

A few vampires realised who she was and what she was here for, they began to pounce toward her.

The wind picked up, blowing her hair in a perfect manner, the candles that were lit flickered into a massive flame and the ground beneath them shook.

She raised her arms and quickly flicked it to the side, making the vampires that wanted her dead hit the wall. She then whispered some words and the vampires screamed in pain before dying.

Elijah sped down the stairs. Looking at Athena who looked a mix between angry and upset.

"You made a huge mistake for doing what you did to me Elijah Mikaelson" she finally fixed her gaze and strode up to him.

She took a small dagger out of her picket and stabbed him in the side. It shouldn't have caused as much pain as it should have; but she had charmed it to mimick the pain that she felt when he did what he did.

Elijah yelped in pain. His eyes widened and his lips quivering in pain. It hurt, it hurt badly.

"Athena" he managed to push out before she pushed him on to his knees.

He said her name and that made her weak, everything he did made her weak. The way he looked at her, the way he moved quickly to her; even though it was for his protection.

"No" she whispered to herself "I'm not weak"

"You're not weak" Elijah had one hand on the floor now to uphold his body.

The words came to her as she felt like harnessing the power to kill him and his little rats.

A life for a life.

She can't kill him without killing herself. What was she talking about? She couldn't kill Elijah altogether. Though what he did was the worst decision on the planet, deep down... Deep deep deep down, somewhere in the venom filled hole she could call her heart, she had feelings focussed on only him.

She tore the dagger out and stuck it back into her pocket.

"That's only a taster of what you have to come" she shouted to all of them but focussed on Elijah most "you made a big mistake"

She turned and left. Leaving Elijah on the floor; did he actually see something in her eyes?

She didn't kill him. He thought she had the power to (not knowing about the life for a life rule) but she didn't. Even the smallest bit of progress counted.

He brushed his suit off as he stood up, examining the blood stained shirt.