Eerika Mikaelson

For her

Dedicated to Luna. 1-27-16. One of the bravest people I've ever met, and I wish I had the chance to get to know her better. R.I.P

Hey! This is a short chapter, sorry! I will take turns on updates between Little Miss. Perfect and Eerika Mikaelson. 

  The night finished quickly. The dinner was tense after the story of the lost Mikaelson was told. The Original family was soon home, and that's when all hell broke loose.

"Why the hell would you do that?!" Klaus slammed his older brother against the wall harshly and gripped his throat. Elijah shoved the hybrid off.

"We have not spoken of her in years, Niklaus! We need to! She deserves to be remembered!" Klaus growled and lunged at his brother once again.

"Stop it," Rebekah screamed, looking frantically at her brothers, who were now throwing punches, with blood shot eyes.  Kol sat back with a blank face, though his eyes held a well hidden sadness.

Elijah and Klaus were both bloody and bruised by the time the fighting died down. "Why do you try so hard to forget her, Niklaus?" The blue eyed hybrid stiffened and with one last cold glance at his siblings, he briskly walked out of the room.

Klaus' eyes were blazing with fire. "How dare they,"  he muttered, barely containing his rage. He suddenly slowed his pace, and the fire that his eyes burned with was instantly replaced by pure despair, as he came to a locked door.  With a shaky breath, he slid his hands above the door and clutched a key.

The room was small and dark. An old gown sat peacefully on elegant styled chair in the corner. Necklaces sparkled in the antique jewelry boxes. The perfume that she used to wear sat on a hand carved vanity, that he had given to her as a birthday present. Stained glass charms, that she had made, hung from the ceiling by the cracked window and carried bell like laughter through the dusty room.

He walked to the vanity, opened the fragile drawer, and picked up an old paper with shaky hands. The painting was sloppy and truly horrible. He let out a watery laugh, as he remembered the memory. It was the day Eerika begged him to teach her how to paint. He refused at first, but she always had this charm that got him to do anything she wanted. After she won an argument, she would smile this mischievous grin that proved she know she would win. Everybody knew she would win. He traced his finger lightly over the smiling face of the Cheshire Cat. As he glanced down at the curvy writing in the  bottom left hand corner, he couldn't stop the sob from escaping his throat.

"Why is a raven like a writing-desk?" I love you, Klausy! ~Ria

He shook his head at the quote from Alice in Wonderland. She was always so in love with the story. After she read it the first time, she quoted the book for an entire week, but that particular question had become her catch phrase. 

He gently clutched the aging art piece to his chest and let the waves of sadness, that he had buried, crash down on him. "I'm so sorry, Ria.  I'm so sorry I wasn't strong enough, sister, but soon I will be." Klaus wiped away the salty tears and with that, strode out of the room and locked the door with the paper in hand, but not before glancing back with a guilt filled expression.