The Perfect Mikaelson's

115|| Abbie 🧁// Derek 🐺

Abbie
Current day

"How do you think your brother will react to me getting my hands on two of his precious sisters?" Lucien asks in my ear, chuckling at his own amusement.

I flex my hands, once again, testing the strength of the ropes binding me to the chair. They're laced with vervain and wolfsbane. Actually, laced is putting it mildly. He's been dousing me with buckets of the mixture, keeping the ropes and my clothes soaked.

It's fucking sadistic and I'm wondering how I ever loved someone like him.. but more importantly, did he ever love me like he said. Did I fall right into his trap? Was his plan to lower my carefully crafted walls, just to become my worst nightmare. To become this thing that could kill my entire family?

Despite being locked away in an abandoned house for nearly a week, Lucien has been keeping me updated on what's been going on in the city. What's been going on at the compound and how the family is falling apart just like he wanted.

'It's poetic.' Is what he said. All his hard work, falling right into place and now he has me all to himself, while they work to save everyone else.

I called his bluff until he came back from his visit with Freya and Vincent and informed me of what he did.. or more accurately, what he became. That his bite was more lethal than Nik and I combined and there was no cure. Nobody was immune to his bite, not even an original.

That same bite he gave me nearly 2 hours ago and the destruction of that very bite is nearly to my heart. The burn with every little movement, no matter how small, makes me want to peel my own skin off.

He's been watching me since, his smile only growing more sinister the further it traveled throughout my body.

"Bummer.." He forces a frown, as he checks his watch. Maybe it's not forced. Whatever he's running late for, seems to put the same giddy smile on his face. "I have to leave, but I'll be returning with your temporarily dead sister, before giving her a very permanent dirt nap." He starts out of the house, but abruptly stops, spinning on his heels and smiles at me.

"I'll grant you one last wish before you die. Would you prefer to see Nik's heart ripped out like he killed your ex or would you rather him choke on his own blood as he begs me for a mercy I won't give?"

"I'd rather watch you suffer the same unending torture you went through before we saved your life." I gather as much strength I have to look up at him and smile sweetly. "A mistake we won't make again."

He tsk's, shaking his head, slowly walking back over to me. "Don't be so optimistic, A'more 'mio." I don't even flinch at the nickname anymore. He's called me it for days and I've become numb to what it used to mean to me.

Pushing his face in mine, his smile is not the same warm, loving smile I once knew. Or, at least, I thought I knew. "You, nor your family will make it out alive. I'm just offering you a say in which order you all go." He crushes his lips into mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

Biting down as hard as I can, but doing no more damage than bringing out a little blood, I scream from the excruciating waves of pain as my skin practically melts around the bands of rope.

He stands with a deep laugh, grabbing a bucket, not giving me time to plead or even brace for the burn. My skin and muscle sizzle and pop, nearly burning it away to be bone.

Hours of the solution saturating my skin, always drenched the second it starts to dry and not a drop of blood in sight. I'm surprised I'm not a skeleton with heaps of bubbling skin at my feet.

"I'll be right back, A'more 'mio. Don't miss me too much."

I wait until I'm sure he's left the house, before letting out all the pain, anger and sadness out in a blood curdling scream. It hurts like hell and my lungs protest to the sensation, turning the raw from the inside out.