BLONDIE • the mikaelsons

chapter forty eight

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

I ran to my dressing room the second the curtains closed. I had been enjoying myself until about midway through the performance, which was when I began to feel rather nauseated. I had spent the rest of the morning show attempting to steady my breathing to avoid vomiting my breakfast over the people in the front seats. Luckily, I had been successful, however I didn't know how much longer I could keep the contents of my stomach down.

Bursting into my private dressing room, I slammed the door shut, subsequently falling to my knees and vomiting on a potted plant. Tears stung my eyes as I gagged, my stomach muscles aching from the involuntary heaving. I winced as I sat back on my haunches and surveyed the poor plant.

"Sorry," I whispered, stroking one of the leaves apologetically.

Grimacing, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before standing on shaky legs. I felt absolutely exhausted and keeping my eyes open took effort. Stumbling over to a chair, I sat down, grabbed my phone and dialed Klaus, who was meant to be picking me up. I was meant to stay for an hour after the performance to have a discussion with the production managers but in my current state, I would have to leave early.

"Emilia, is everything alright?" Klaus asked nervously from the other end of the line.

"I think I just murdered an innocent plant!"

"Congratulations?" Klaus responded slowly and I could practically hear him smirking.

"That is not the appropriate response!" I chastised him, "Look, I need you to pick me up early. I've been feeling rather nauseous and I just vomited in a potted plant. I think I have food poisoning."

"I shall go and fire the chef right now!" Klaus' angered voice responded.

"No!" I whined, "I need you to come and pick me up now before I become a plant mass murderer!"

"This shall only take a moment, Emilia." Klaus assured me, "I'll be there soon."

"Fine." I huffed and hung up the phone. I didn't have the energy to feel bad for the chef who was probably being fired this very second.

In jerky movements, I removed my makeup and costume before changing into my regular clothes. Deciding that fresh air would help my nausea, I made the decision to wait outside the theater for Klaus to arrive. Giving the plant one final apologetic glance, I grabbed my handbag and opened the door.

I let out a startled gasp when I noticed the figure standing directly outside of my dressing room. Holding a hand over my heart, I realised that it was just one of the sponsors and not a serial killer. Giving the woman a smile, I willed my body to relax.

"Miss Blackwell! You startled me!" I said with a forced chuckle.

"My apologies," She said with a subtitle smile, "I was just about to knock. I wanted to follow up about that dinner we discussed the other day."

"Forgive me, Miss Blackwell, but I feel rather ill at the moment," I said with a polite smile, "Perhaps we could discuss this another time?"

"Of course, that would be-" She stopped mid sentence, her eyes dropping to my stomach. Her smile faded in an instant and a look of anger crossed her face.

Despite my nauseous state, I still managed to sense danger and took a cautious step backwards. My heart pounded as I watched the woman, who's cold eyes were fixated on my stomach. She momentarily reminded me of Melissa, who had done a similar thing during our meetings. Unlike Melissa, however, Miss Blackwell was angry.

"It was supposed to be me." She whispered, venom lacing her words, "She promised that it would be me."

"Miss Blackwell?" I asked with an uneasy smile as my hand began to rifle through my handbag, desperate to find anything that could be used as a potential weapon.

She looked back up at my face with a cold smile, veins forming under her eyes, "No matter. It won't be the firstborn child if it isn't born."

With no time to ponder what her words meant, I let out a strangled gasp as she lunged forward. In a panicked move, I plunged the end of a makeup brush into her chest and ran. Knowing that the move had only brought precious seconds, I ran down the hallway, my life depending on it. I hoped that if I reached a crowd of people, she wouldn't want to reveal herself by attacking me.

Miss Blackwell easily caught up to me and as a last resort, I swung my handbag into her face. Unfortunately, all it seemed to do was make her angry. Dropping the bag, I took slow steps backwards as she watched me like a predator. My eyes darted around helplessly. There was no way that I could fight a vampire, especially without weapons.

"I almost pity you," Miss Blackwell said, her voice mocking, "You're just a little girl who has no idea what she is involving herself in. You are meddling in century-long plans."

"Just because you lack an interesting personality, doesn't mean you have to be an evil bitch." I spat at her, tears springing to my eyes as I trembled. My life was about to be cut short and I had no idea why.

Miss Blackwell chuckled, "I admit, you have charms, but in the grand scheme of things, you are nothing."

"If I am nothing then you wouldn't need to kill me."

She smiled cruelly, "It's not you that I need to kill."

This time, as she lunged at me, an idea shot into my head. I ripped the necklace Elijah had given me from my neck, and pushed it against her face. She let out a scream at the vervain burned her face and I immediately ran.

The vervain was enough of a distraction for me to safely make it outside, where thousands of Londoners were walking past. Tears flowed freely from my eyes, my body shuddering as Klaus finally appeared on the footpath, his eyes wide as he hurried over to me.

"Emilia, are you alright?" He asked in a panicked voice, his hands gripping my arms.

Unable to respond, I fell to my knees and vomited on his shoes.

"Perhaps I should have killed the chef." Klaus muttered to himself as he crouched down and cradled my face in his hands. His eyes were full of concern as he watched me cry, "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

"Someone tried to kill me." I whispered in between sobs and his face hardened.

"What?" He hissed, looking around with murderous intentions, "Tell me what happened."

"One of the sponsors, Miss Blackwell, is a vampire." I said, my words almost indestructible as I cried, "She was waiting for me outside my dressing room. She tried to kill me but I got away."

Klaus hugged me to his chest. Passersby paid us no heed as we sat at the side of the footpath together for what seemed like hours. As my cries subsided, Klaus pulled his phone from his pocket and called someone.

"Brother, someone just tried to kill Emilia," He began in a murderous tone, "It is time to go hunting."

A/N: I need some opinions! I have so many plans for Blondie and it will probably end up being well over 100 chapters. Are you okay with a really long book or would you rather have a sequel instead?

Originally published: September 27th 2024