Too Sweet ⋆ E. Mikaelson

𝓘𝓘𝓘. 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝐼𝐼𝐼. 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

If we got each other, and that's all we have
I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand
- If we have eachother by Alec Benjamin

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TW: MENTION OF ABUSE. PLEASE SKIP PAST THE ITALICS IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU.

Adeline happens upon her latest victim at one in the morning, when he is stumbling drunk, unable to form coherent sentences, outside a dark sultry pub in the grim parts of London.

On an average full moon, she wouldn't immediately go for the drunk man - no, she'd allow him to sober up and fully appreciate the damage of his actions - but Adeline is on a time limit, and if she isn't quick her brothers will be on her tail before she can even snap her fingers. So Adeline moves fast and silent, sweeping through the corners of the night.

It's easy to lure away a man from his pack, Adeline has found over the years of experience. As a child, it was much harder, but a sob story about lost parents and a few tears shed was more than enough to trigger a man's saviour complex. Now all she has to do is bat an eyelash and send a look his way, and he's following her like a lost puppy to his death.

It had been months since her last escape, months of waiting and suppressing as the full moons passed, chains leaving marks on her ankles and wrists. But the freedom was worth it. Wandering with no direction, watching grown men beg for their mercy at her feet.

It had been months since she felt this freedom, months of suppressing as the chains burnt red on her ankles and wrists. Too many full moons passed where she was locked up away from the world, the whispers of her mother and chants of her coven spiraling around her.

But it was all worth it to watch guilty grown men beg for their forgiveness at her feet. A victory no man would ever understand.

Her current assailant was currently trying to sneak up behind her and catch up with the floating woman. She could feel his greed and intentions from their distance away as she led him down through alleyways. There was no need to look behind her - she knew he was there.

And then she waited. Waited as his footsteps caught up with hers, and his hand went to touch her in ways no gentlemen would dare. Waited as his wrist snapped before he could, and his screams of agony became muffled by an invisible source.

His expression would stay unforgettable - stored away with the countless others who suffered the same fate. Horrified. Knowing. Deadly.

She creeped closer, and the moon seemed to extinguish a cool glow, allowing Adeline to control the shadows. They were a team, her and the moon. A team that stalked the streets of London, deathly to anyone who dared pass.

It was his knees that hit the ground first with the unsettling crack of bones, followed by his elbows scraping against concrete and cloaked screams.

She felt euphoric.

Oil lamps flickered as she passed, her magic dragging the man across the cobbled floor deeper into the night. His spluttered blood evaporated as it hit the ground, leaving to trace of either the woman or man to be tracked.

"Why are you doing this?" He croaked through snatches of breath. His arms wrapped tightly around his head as he kneeled over beside her.

"Oh, I think we both know the answer to that," she inspected her fingernails, leaning against the wall. She could kill him now. It would be easier. To watch him fall limp with no faffing about. But death was a kind escape for his sins, and she would be damned if she let his sins go unpunished.