Loving a Mikaelson

Chapter 1: How it All Began

Chapter 1: How it All Began

Lacey's POV

He stumbles in, drunk. His bottle is still in his hand. He sets it on the floor and I flinch at the mere sight of him. He starts off throwing a punch to my cheek. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth, making me want to gag. He kicks my ribs and I fall to the floor by his feet, curled up in a ball, biting my lip so I don't cry. Crying only makes it worse. My tears are like fuel to him.

Shouldn't I have become immune to this by now? Every night ever since I can remember, same routine. Same bloodshed. Sometimes worse than the night before. So why does it still hurt the same?

I tried to fight back once. It didn't end well... I know I will be covered in bruises by morning. It will take forever to cover them all with makeup. No one can help me, even if I tell them about what I must endure every night. Dad's a cop, nobody ever believes me. I'm just a kid, right? Why should anyone pay attention to a kid?

Before I can even process what's happening, my fuzzy mind and my near-numb, aching body are too overwhelmed, I make out the bang of the door crashing to the ground, two guys rush in.

Everything is just a blur of color and movement, I have no clue what's happening until I see my father in a pool of his own blood. A scream errupts from my throat, terror surging through me.

The two guys turn to look at me.

"Are you alright?"

What kind of question is THAT?!

"Do I look alright?! Y-you killed him!"

"We won't hurt you. I swear. Let us help you."

My head is spinning, I'm practically hyperventilating, and the efforts this guy is making to calm me down are rendering usesless. My head is killing me and my ribs ache. I'm sure I look awful. Black dots began to cloud my vision. I wrap my arms around myself, backing away from the men.

"Please. Leave me alone. I-I didn't do anything wrong. What do you want from me?!"

I can hear my heart panging away in my chest. Before I know what's going on, I feel one last impact of hardwood connecting to my skull, and my world is black.

Damon's POV

Stefan and I had recently heard that this guy had an alliance with Klaus. Knowing how outnumbered we are already, we decided to check it out, you know to get information or whatever. Instead, we see this monster of a man hitting a innocent girl. Never in my life have I been more horrified.

I've never wanted to kill anybody more than I wanted to kill him. Which is crazy, I don't know the gil or the man. I mean, I was probably going to kill him anyway, but Stefan didn't seem completely opposed to the idea as much anymore. The girl seems terrified. Stefan tried to calm her down but it didn't really help much. At one point she fainted or something. 

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

"Should we take her with us?" Stefan asks, glancing at the now unconcious child at our feet. "What? This hasn't turned into the baby sitter's club." He sighs, frown lines growing in thought. "Do you have a better idea? We can't just leave her here to die!" I give him a look.

"We won't. Come on, Damon, help me with her." I sigh in defeat. What can I say? All three of us seem to be running out of options. I help Stefan lift her up, trying not to break anything that isn't already broken. So... Delicate. So human. Fragile. It's hard to believe I was ever this way. Thank god that's over.

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We've been driving for a while, and the girl still hasn't moved. Considering her home, Evington, was three hours away, Stefan begins to get worried. We've been driving for more than three hours and the most moving the girl is doing is her slow, labored, breathing. "We should take her to the hospital." Stefan says. I sigh and nod. We take her to Meredith.

A nervous expression flashes across her features. "What have you done?!" She gasps, wide-eyed at me. I scoff. "Do you always assume the worst?! We rescued her." Stefan quickly fills her in, as she listens intently.

"Alright, let's just see." Meredith touches the girl's ribs and she flinches in her sleep. "Her ribs are definitely broken." She observes.

"Will she be okay?" Stefan asks. Meredith nods. "I think so. She's going to have to stay here for a few nights, though. Hopefully she'll wake up soon." I nod. I don't know the girl, of course, although I can't help but wonder what she could've possibly done to deserve anything she had been getting.

Lacey's POV

Everything feels so peaceful and quiet. It's absoulutely perfect. I havn't slept like this in forever, it's nice.

 "When will she wake up?"

Are they talking about me?

The voices don't sound familiar. Am I in danger? I force my eyes open, groaning at the bright light overhead. This isn't my room. "Where am I? What happened?" I ask, not really remembering.  Then I realize, I'm in a hospital. I look up to see two men and a woman studying me from the foot of my bed. One of the guys comes over, his eyes sad. "You're in Mystic Falls. How much do you remember?" He asks. I rack my brain for something. Anything. Then it hits me. The blood, the screaming. I started to scoot away from him. "W-what do you want from me?" I ask. There goes my carefree mood.

"We don't want anything from you. We just want you to be safe. You've been through a lot."

"You don't know anything about me! You killed my father, yet you expect me to believe you won't hurt me?! Don't be offended if I don't take your word for it!" Anger takes over, blinding me.

The other man steps foreward, raven haired. His expression turns cold. "The fact that we killed him should be the least of your worries! Besides, you should be glad we killed him. All we know is that this 'father' of yours gave you bruises and broken ribs. I'm sure he's done so much worse. Let me guess. Broken bones? Puncture wounds? Is that all?" 

All my memories that I had been trying to forget came crashing down. Everything he says is true. My father did everything wrong and cruel that could possibly be done. I hold my breath to keep angry, hot tears from spilling out. "What would you know about pain? I've lived through it all, and here I am. I don't need you."

"Do you think I asked for you? My brother just HAS to save everyone under the damned - "

"DAMON!" The other man interrupts.

"What's your name?" He asks me. "Why should I tell you?"

"We want to take you in. We'll keep you safe. You don't seem to have anyone left. Just tell us your name."

"It's Lacey." I mumble. "It's nice to meet you, Lacey. I'm Stefan and this is my brother, Damon." He says, pointing to the other man. I nod. Damon isn't very friendly.

"Sorry." He growls.

I take in a deep breath. "Looks like I'm out of options, then."