ACHILLES' HEEL ▷ KOL MIKAELSON [2] [COMPLETED]

𝟎𝟓. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋

(CHAPTER FIVE :
THE FIRST KILL)

✧࿐ ཾ✧

PORTLAND, OREGON [1908]

STUMBLING, I FELT MORE lost than ever after clawing myself out of my own grave only to be rejected by my own Mother. Albeit, we had out differences but I didn't think she would banish me — I thought I was fine, I didn't understand why I had been buried. Beneath the early strokes of night, I lugged my body to the train station and went to purchase a one way ticket for the next departing train. If they wanted me to be dead, I intended to play the part. In the most unladylike manner, I elbowed myself through a surge of people, impatient for my new adventure.

Glancing up at the notice board, I realised the next train was to leave in seven minutes. "One for New York, Sir." I requested a little breathlessly — rightly so too, I had in fact ran to the station, posing as a frantic mess with tears blurring my vision. "The next one, if you will." I added as an afterthought, straining to mature my voice. I was seventeen, I had never been on a train and my parents always dealt with such things until now. I was a stranger to this big, unfamiliar world.

"A pretty little thing like you in the Big Apple? It's gonna' eat you up." The Clerk chortled, the mention of eating reminding me how famished I was. It's been an entire day since I last ate, given my grave predicament — pun wholly intended. Licking my lips, my turquoise irises drifted towards his neck, watching how his prominent veins pulsed. "I'm afraid that isn't enough, Miss." He snapped me out of my trance, looking down on the few gold coins and screwed up notes in my hand. Stealthily, I pickpocketed what I could on the way here, knowing my parents were the ones who kept the money. Even I was in disbelief in what I had to resort to, the prim and proper lady I was prodded to be was no more.

"I need to be on that train." I told him, holding back a wince as my gums began to ache. "Let me onto that train, please." I connected my eyes with his, desperate to leave Portland behind. I didn't know much, but I knew enough, New York was far away and that was where I needed to be.

For a moment, I swore his muddy eyes misted over. "I will let you onto the train." He voiced in a monotone manner, handing me the ticket with a blank face.

Deciding not to question him, I gleefully accepted the ticket and skipped towards the platform. Things were finally in motion after the strange, unexplainable day I had. Standing by the platform, I couldn't help but overhear multiple conversations and covered my ears. The white noise of passenger conversations was deafening, I could only hope the train would arrive soon and food would be available. Giggling to myself, 'I'm so hungry, I could eat a human,' I thought without realising the darkness of those wretched words.

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"Heal me." I begged, my voice worn and raspy from the high-pitched screams I had been releasing at regular intervals. Not only was the bite slowly killing me, it was forcing me to live through one of my worst days. "I—I don't want to go back . . . Don't make me finish it, I can't, I don't want to. . ." My low voice trailed, my lungs burning as if being devoured by fire whilst I began to succumb to the memory once more. Looking back, I couldn't believe how callow I was, how oblivious I was to the monster I was fated to become.