The Perfect Mikaelson's

89|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

This is what everything has come to. In the last thousand years, I've known great pain, but nothing rivals the pain of knowing my own daughter is in grave danger.

I've always prided myself on being the level-headed Mikaelson. Always one to negotiate on my family's behalf or clean up the messes when they take matters in their own hands.

But this feeling? This feeling of completely helplessness is gut-wrenching. It's paralyzing fear of the unknown and even the known. We heard what Freya recalled from her childhood— if you'd even call it that. The pain and suffering she went through was hard to listen to, much imagine her going through it.

But it also negated my trust in her. Someone who's been at the hands of suffering, wouldn't hesitate to throw someone else in their place. She's been at Dahlia's mercy for a millenium. I wouldn't dare risk my daughter or nieces life, hoping she doesn't betray us.

How could I ever risk that? I fear putting my trust in Freya, but there's an inkling of fear that wonders if Klaus would betray me to save his own.

Those suppressed feelings and memories of his dead eyes and cold words haunt me. He killed Zeke for our relationship, which led to me losing my child. He hated me for having something he didn't have and to return his pain, he lashed out at me.

I can't help but wonder if any of this would've happened the way it did if I had the baby. Would Klaus still fight beside me to protect my child? Or would he thank the high heavens it wasn't his own and force my hand into giving my child up?

Maybe that's how he plans to punish me for everything? For getting married and having a baby. He hasn't even begun to scratch the surface on the mountain of things I know he wants to say to me, and because of that, I can't shake this feeling of him turning this around on me.

With him becoming the monster that's haunted my dreams since I learned I was pregnant.

"Abs, you need to drink this. You're shaking." I look up to Davina holding a cup of tea. Her eyes are soft and caring, but when I look at Klaus, I can't help but wonder if he's just mimicking her expressions or if he's actually concerned.

"I'm fine, Davina. Thank you." She presses her lips together, but doesn't argue. Setting the tea in front of me, she sits across from me, keeping a close eye on Klaus.

"Well, I made the dagger. I still don't like this idea." Davina voices her concerns, which I've slowly realized isn't all that crazy. This dagger will keep Klaus down until we pull it out. Until we figure out how to kill Dahlia.

Freya thinks she found all the ingredients to make the weapon to kill her, but Klaus and I did our own research. We won't use ours until we know for sure, but this will end soon.

"I don't think you have a problem with me driving that into my heart at all." Klaus smiles at her. She glares at him, her jaw tight. "I don't. My problem is trusting you not to turn your back on Abbie."

"I'll be fine." Lie. That very thought is what's plaguing my mind. I'll admit, this plan was a no-brainer when we made it. Now that I know of all the ways this can go wrong, it's terrifying.

"He could easily hand you over to her to spare himself." Davina argues and I wish she'd stop. I appreciate her not following him blindly, but we have no other option here and I really need to be encouraged to follow through.. not convinced otherwise.

"Abbie isn't going with me." My head snaps up to Klaus, who looks like he might murder me if I argue. "What? Why?!" He shifts on the couch, still glaring daggers at me.

"Because if something were to go wrong, you have a daughter to worry about." I roll my eyes. "And what about Hope?" Something flashes in his eyes, before he blinks and it's gone. "I'm also not entirely sure Dahlia wouldn't take you instead." My spine stiffens.