Dollhouse {Elijah Mikaelson Story}

Chapter 17

Athena stepped back into the dark and empty house. She didn't even bother to call Arcadius down because she knew that he was stubborn and neither of them would apologise first.

She was breathing heavily, using that amount of magic did take its toll on her. Especially when she had as much as she did.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor but cut off as soon as Athena snapped her neck to see.

"Arcadius stop being so damn stupid and come and face me" she shouted, causing it to echo through the large house.

Nothing.

Athena ran her fingers through her hair "I'm not in the mood for this" she shrugged angrily. She was too stressed, with facing Elijah after he killed her.

She turned on her heel and began to quickly walk up stairs. If Arcadius was looking to scare her, then he surely wasn't going to win.

A clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen halted her as she was halfway up the stairs. "Stupid boy" she whispered under her breath. Her hand still clutched onto the marble rail.

It was funny, that only a couple of months ago this home was warm and filled with people she loved, people who loved her in return. And within such a small space of time, they've all turned, she's turned. And now it was survival of the fittest, her family now turned on each other when they should have been fighting for each other.

Being like this didn't feel very nice. The warmth had slowly dampened into an eerie cold feeling. And now Arcadius was playing up, Athena had learnt from her mistakes. She should be fighting with him.

"Arcadius, I'm sorry okay?" She said like a stroppy teen, walking back down the stairs "don't hide from me"

She strode into the kitchen where she saw pots and pans piled up on each other as if they had fallen.

She turned around, this time fear getting to her "incidia" she flicked her fingers up and watched as the candles around her caught alight.

The candles highlighted Arcadius' high bridged nose and deathly expression.

Athena gasped and then relaxed again, realising it was Arcadius. Though she didn't know who she was expecting.

"You're never sorry" he hissed at her past "out of all the times you were in the wrong, you were never sorry"

"Don't be like that" she said, lifting the pots onto the worktop "I've said sorry and now we can revert back to normal"

"Normal? What is that? We're either sleeping or with family. We have no family"

"We have each other" Athena pleaded

Arcadius shook his head "not anymore"

"What are you talking about?" Athena asked like she had been wounded

"You are my little sister, I am the only one left to teach you what you've done is wrong" His face lightened and then darkened behind the flicker of the candle, giving him a scarier look.

"What am I? A dog?" She asked after the tone her brother Arcadius took with her

"No" he said "a dog is actually loyal"

"Are you forgetting that father murdered our brother?" Athena shouted

"Who the hell do you think told him?" Arcadius finally admitted

Athena felt numb, her bottom lip quivering in Arcadius' rage. She had never seen him like this.

"You" she hissed coming to the final realisation "you lead our brother to his own death, and I'm guessing you ratted him out when he snuck out of the house"

"He needed to be taught" Arcadius snapped

"Taught what? Not to be stronger than you? So what are you going to do to me now brother, I'm 3x stronger than you and father is not here because... Guess what? I killed him" she shouted

Arcadius growled

"I held him in my hands and felt him writhe in pain as I began to kill him, I felt him take his last breath and I dropped him to the floor" she described in detail "but you can't tell me anything about betrayal"

Arcadius spat nails. Looking at the floor and glancing at her as she spoke.

"This is your fault" she spat "this happened all because of you and your petty jealousies"

"Shut up" Arcadius walked towards her aggressively and grabbed her jacket to pull her closer. He whispered something incomprehensible in her ear.

Athena had never felt so scared, maybe this is how her father felt?

Her fingers began to tingle and she felt a mind numbing pain spread all over her body. Her head flung back as wind picked up inside and the candles blew out.

Eventually, Athena landed on the floor, convulsing from the pain and the new feeling she had never experienced. She felt... Empty, vulnerable. And then she shut her eyes for she was so tired that she didn't know if she could even sit.

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She lifted her head. The room spun around her and blurred into one huge smudge.

She felt different, nothing like how she felt when she was brought back to life. Though, this feeling was distant but familiar.

She sat up quickly, she wasn't in her home, she was in a back alley of the French quarter.

She quickly grasped her earring from one of her ears and jabbed it into her hand.

"Ah" she flinched as she pressed hard enough to draw blood, but it didn't heal. Her mortality was gone, but she didn't care about that at the moment, she could worry about it later.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath in. A simple levitation spell on a plastic bag shouldn't be too hard.

But nothing happened, she opened her eyes and refocused her mind, maybe the thought of being human scrambled her mind.

She tried it again.

"Damn" she cursed when nothing happened, only a tall lanky man rode by on a bicycle and created enough of a draft to move the bag.

He took her mortality and he took her magic. She had no power to go up against him if he now has the whole families power, and the ability to live forever.

She should be so lucky if she would live another few months. With the amount of enemies she racked up, plus being in a vampire run town, they would soon catch a whiff of her humanity and snap her neck like a twig.

She had no fight, she needed to get out of here but she felt like she had been hit by a truck. She felt as if everything that should have caught up with her, all her small colds and everything else. It obviously didn't, but it felt that way.