Ⲧⲏⲉ ⳨ⲟⳙⲛ𝖽ⲉⲅ ⲟ⳨ ⲧⲏⲉ Ⲁⲛⲥⲉ⳽ⲧⲟⲅ⳽

3. The girl in the attic

I was asleep until the morning, I could hear everything int the house, old voice and new... Everything that seemed to be in place as I woke up. I took a breath to hear who it was who was stralling around in the house, it was just the girl and Niklaus. I opened my bags, they were possibly transferred to my room, I wore a dress, It wasn't dark and dull, I brushed my hair into a complex braid as I always have been doing as I hopped down stairs.

"Good morning sister." Niklaus greeted me and I stared at him silently for some moments before moving to the counter to make French coffee "Already done, black just like you drink it." He added and I looked at him.

"That was nice of you brother" I spoke and took a cup to pour it in before sitting across the table. "Where is the girl?" I asked him taking a sip.

"Somewhere around here I believe, do not care that much if you wish me to be sincere." He spoke up and I looked at him with unphased expression.

"Hmm, sincerity. Funny you bring it up Niklaus. Perhaps you could be sincere about more than just your child that is soon to come, First I wish you to be sincere about Elijah and second, I wish to meet with Marcellous." I requested maintaining my straight demeanor, I didn't betray any emotion like I did yesterday, this would remain in the past and I wasn't planning.

"Aggression is wrong sister, I only wish the best for our family. Elijah, left, I have no idea on his whereabouts." Niklaus responded, he was surprisingly calm. "As far as Marcellous is concerned I will see what can be done." He added and looked at me. "You have changed Liza... I can see you try to return into your old self, the fierce, confident, raging witch. You have melancholy around your aura, you grew soft." He spoke and I raised my eyebrows.

"Lie to me Niklaus, about my twin and you will see how soft I am." I spoke and smacked the mug. "Look for Marcel, and stay out of our way while we search for Elijah." I added and stood up.

"Why do you think I would harm our brother. You know me Liz I am not heartless... I wouldn't harm any of you." He told me and looked at me, his gaze looked sincere but I didn't want to give in to his supposing honesty yet.

"Tell that to Rebekah and the years she spent daggered" I smiled at him and crossed my arms before leaving the room. "I'll be at the graveyard. I am expecting to see Marcelous today." I said and walked out of the property, I did go at the graveyard, I wasn't a witch based on the bones of the ancestors, I was born from dark magic and escalated my power to pure nature, elemental would call me.

I noticed Rebekah speaking with Sophie, I approached slowly and the young witch turned at me her gaze shocked. "Liza, did Nik say anything?" Rebekah asked me and I shook my head.

"He didn't say, but I start to believe he had nothing to tell me either..." I said and looked at the witch. "The ancestors are quiet talkative I know." I smiled lightly and she nodded.

"They are thrilled you are here, some not in a good way. But I've read about you, everyone has, some say the original witch is your mother Esther, but what you've managed, to alter the darkness of your nature into the actual natural elements that give life-... Its an honor." The girl was speaking and I was looking at her, I was uncertain how I was feeling. Rebekah was smiling at me gently, she was proud and this made my heart flourish again.

"Don't the ancestors cry about my vampirism?" I asked her and looked around at the grave stones, I was feeling the intensity of the place without much effort- it wouldn't be too hard to cast their spells, or so I guessed.

"They are upset but your abilities surpass it" She spoke and sighed looking at my sister. "Marcell is at the bar..." She told us and looked at me and then at her. "He has forbade us to do magic... Be careful." She told me.