To kill a monster (Elijah Mikaelson)

Chapter 17

Sasha sat in the apartment, she watched Daniel as he walked around the room. "Isn't this amazing?" He said, out stretching his arms "I've never felt anything like this before in my life"

"Good for you" she said sarcastically, feeling weaker than usual

"Don't be like that sweetie" he said seductivley "you know you're a close second" he leant down and started to kiss her jawbone. Sasha instantly recoiled and looked at him in disgust. But she had no morals. And she needed a way to get out.

Earlier on today she received a message from Elijah. She found it a way to exact revenge and maybe save herself. Though she was under the control of Daniel, she still had control of part of herself. She wanted to go.

"Maybe one last farewell?" He said "before you go"

Sasha lifted her head and allowed him to trail kisses down her neck. "Maybe I could convince you to let me live?"

Daniel chuckled "you can sure try"

Sasha pushed herself up with both hands and walked into the bedroom, which was quite empty. Daniel followed shortly behind.

She pulled him closer with all the power she had for the moment and pushed him on the bed. She waited a few moments for him to let his guard down and then she climbed on top. Kissing his lips and then his neck.

She hen Highered her lips up to his ear, "sleep" she whispered and she blew a puff of air at him.

Daniel's eyes open eyes slowly flickered shut as he fell into a deep sleep. Sasha knew she didn't have long before he would awake and she would have to face his wrath.

She buttoned up the top of her blouse and threw in a jacket before she slipped out of the front door.

"It won't be long now" Louise said to Elijah. She had a floral shirt on that mimicked one of Sasha's, that's the main thing Elijah realised

"Is that Sasha's?" He asked pointing towards it. How dare you wear her clothes.

"Yeah" she said without any explanation whatsoever, she turned on her heel and left. The resemblance from Louise to Sasha was uncanny and it was growing every day. They didn't look alike, but the way she was acting was awfully suspicious. Elijah didn't like it.

"I have wasted precious time to come here and I'll probably be in trouble when I get back so I suppose you best make this quick... And good" the clip flipping of her heels against the stone floor echoed around the room and in Elijah's head.

She looked around the room as Marcel stepped forward an inch. He looked to Sophie and then back to her.

"God you all seem so... On edge" she said "you" she pointed at Rebekah "I find you intimidating. Maybe you should relax a little" she twisted her hand and Rebekah's neck snapped.

"Now" Marcel whispered under his breath to nudge Sophie to go. But Sophie was almost frozen in fear of the thought of her death. She would be honoured to die for Sasha.

"De vuale es numerus puerum" Sophie repeated as she walked in the pathway of Sasha.

Sophie's hands found Sasha's head. However her eyes darted around the room for Louise. She wasn't doing anything, Sasha was at her peak and Louise was just stood there, watching Sophie squirm.

"What on earth..." Sasha stepped back and grasped Sophie's wrist "anyone else want to try?"

Sasha glanced down at Sophie "it's a shame, I liked you, sort of. But I'm going to have to make an example"

"No" Marcel shouted. This was going to end terribly

"Oh shut up" she groaned, sending Marcel down into a sleep like Rebekah did. She peered down at Sophie "you could've done better"

With a small blink. Sophie's skin turned a pale shade of blue before hitting the ground.

Elijah turned around in anger and then faced her again. It was obvious that the outcome of this event would end in death. And he would have to do it. Elijah just needed to come to terms with it, and quick.

The last two standing against her. Louise and Elijah glanced at each other in a blind panic. His heart beat rising until he was sure that if he had the resilience of a human, he would have had a heart attack.

Louise on the other hand took a deep breath in. She could see the window of opportunity opening slightly, waiting for her to jam her hands in and widen it.

Sasha was going pale. Her eyes were flickering more than usual, she looked as if she hadn't got any sleep. But they knew that it was the power taking its toll and draining her.

Now.

Louise finally did what she was supposed to do. Her arms raised and she had concocted her spell to subdue Sasha.

Sasha stumbled a little, trying to get her balance and a grip on her power to overcome this little hiccup. But she couldn't, it was like her hands were made out of butter.

Wind blew her hair all over the place as Sasha looked towards Louise and then down at her torso.

A sharp pain followed by a burning sensation occurred in her chest. Her hands dabbed the bloody mess as she looked to see who inflicted this upon her.

She looked shocked to say the least. Shocked, hurt, angry, upset. Elijah could even see that glimmer of the real Sasha he had been missing.

"Elijah?" She asked innocently as to say why did you do this? Sasha began to cough up large amounts of blood that splattered all over the floor. "It burns" she lowered herself onto her hands and knees to try and cope with the pain. "Elijah it hurts"

Elijah knelt down next to her and stroked her hair, trying to calm her down and lead her into an eventual peaceful death. It's going to be painful. All of the witches in her family are cursed worth a brutal death and a tragic one too. She was being cooked from the inside by someone who loved her.

"Sh" Elijah hushed her until her head was resting on the cold floor. Her eyes were opening and closing quickly. Elijah felt physically sick when he knew that her eyes would close and never open again. "I'm sorry" he whispered.

"Elijah" Louise cut him off when she realised that she was dead for at least 5 minutes now."you need rest"

Before Elijah could even say anything to her. Louise took a sharp breath in, as if she were inhaling something and then collapsed on the floor.

Something fishy was going on and it was Elijah's job to get to the bottom of it. But he couldn't just yet.

He was grieving.