"What?" Carlisle asked, confusion clear in his voice as he processed Victoria’s words.
His face shifted, the realization dawning as he took in the full implications of my name.
The Mikaelsons were legendary in the vampire world, and I could see in his eyes that he understood the weight of my lineage.
"She… she is a Mikaelson," Victoria spat, jabbing her finger in my direction as though I were some kind of monster.
The Cullen family frowned, exchanging looks of concern and confusion.
Their world was orderly, civil—a far cry from the chaos and darkness of the Mikaelson legacy.
"She… she needs to be killed," Laurent said coldly, his tone devoid of empathy.
Without a second thought, Victoria sprang toward me, moving with a predator’s lethal grace.
I instinctively took a step forward, a surge of power rising in me.
Did these vampires truly think they could cross an Original? We Mikaelsons were practically unkillable.
They were nothing more than sparkling fairies compared to the wrath they were about to provoke.
But before Victoria could even reach me, she crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.
Shock rippled through me as I stared at her lifeless body, her heart clenched in a stranger’s hand as if it were a trophy.
"Fuck," I muttered, instinctively backing away from the Cullen family, my heart pounding as I realized who had intervened.
The man—my brother—stood over her body, his face calm, as if he’d merely swatted a fly.
He dropped her heart beside her, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to meticulously wipe the venomous blood from his hands.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he drew out a lighter and tossed it onto Victoria’s lifeless form.
Flames leaped up immediately, consuming her in an orange and blue blaze.
"Nobody crosses a Mikaelson and lives," he declared, his voice resonating through the field.
His gaze locked onto mine, and a flicker of pride rose in me.
This was my family, my legacy.
He took a measured step toward me, his eyes warm with recognition, even as his expression remained stern.
"Hello, my dear Isabella," he greeted, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
A chuckle escaped me despite the tension.
I couldn’t contain the relief and joy bubbling inside me.
In a heartbeat, I vamped over to meet my big brother, Elijah, throwing my arms around him.
"Elijah, always the noble one," I whispered, feeling the familiar strength of his embrace.
It was as if no time had passed, as though we’d simply been parted for a moment, not decades.
His laugh rumbled in his chest, a sound that filled me with warmth and reminded me of home.
We embraced, and for a moment, the chaos and danger around us faded.
"What the hell is going on here?" Rosalie’s voice cut through our reunion, snapping us back to reality.
I turned to see the Cullen family staring at us, their faces a mix of confusion, shock, and apprehension.
YOU ARE READING
Lost in Love
Fiksi Penggemar[Book 1- in the Isabella series] Isabella Petrova Mikaelson, the wife of the Original Hybrid, had been living with the Cullens for more than a year, yearning to be reunited with her husband. As the days turned into months, she found solace in her ne...
