Shattering Hopes and Eternity (Klaus Fanfic)

Hope 2 : The Little Sister

GISELLE'S POV :

Flashback ~ 11th centuries, Italy.

"Catch her! She is getting away!"

My stepmother, Olivia was screaming her lungs out as I dashed out of the mansion in a fit. I certainly didn't want to cause any more chaos than I already did but her men paced towards me with bows and arrows and more other deadly weapons. Even the servants of the mansion did too.

How could they? I thought that they cared for me.

"She is a witch for God's sake! Catch her before she cast some deadly spell on this village and people!" The fake concern and drama were crystal clear in her voice. She didn't care about the villagers. She just wanted me dead.

I kept sprinting without glancing backwards until one of our butlers lunged at me from behind and grasped my leg so firmly. I shrieked and kicked him away in self-defence but what shocked me was the aftereffects of my involuntary action. He literally flew and struck the mansion tower before falling to fatal injuries.

"I told you. She is dangerous. CAPTURE HER!"

I felt too terrified to even react. I couldn't understand what was happening to me and the powerful vibe that radiated from me was strange yet immense. I clutched onto the amulet my mother gave me and prayed hard for it all to end but Olivia's men didn't seem to back off anytime soon.

So, I was left with no other option but to run. Right then, out of nowhere, a spear flew right above my head and I involuntarily arched my back to the extent of splitting my spine in the attempt of avoiding it. A strong sensation of power escaped my hands without my own consent as I tried to halt the men in their way towards me.

Once again, shocking aftereffects of my actions left me speechless.

Steaming golden flame hit them and the mansion at once, setting it all on ablaze.

I set it all on fire...

The chaos and screams of people as they ran around to put out the flame was killing me but I knew better than to stand there any longer. I tried to retrieve the flames but they only grew even more viciously. I managed to catch a final glimpse of Abigail, my little stepsister who laid there unconsciously.

Then, I fled. I ran without a destination until I ended up at my one and only asylum.

By the time I reached my mother's tombstone, I had already lost most of my strength. Unfortunately, the trace of the flame I built had trailed after me until the cemetery. All I could hear was the sound of men running towards me while I collapsed weakly on the soil. I was worn out. My strength and... power, if that's what it is called, was fading. I was bleeding out.

"Nik..." His name slipped out of my mouth unknowingly. My eyes were beginning to shut in pain... just then, I caught a glimpse of his lean his silhouette on the corner of my half-closed eyes. At first, I almost believed that I was hallucinating but he proved me wrong the very next second.

He reached my side in an unbelievably inhuman speed that startled even my half-conscious head. Straightening up my weak body, he caressed my cheek and patted slightly to keep me awake. He was cradling me in his rigid arms with so much care like I was a fragile glass that could shatter into pieces even with the slightest pressure. His familiar fragrance serenely engulfed my senses as he laid soft kisses on my forehead. I would rather die like this.