Spell it With Blood - Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 35

So, for some reason I typed this on my laptop and when I opened it on my phone to publish, the chapter was gone. Whether I forgot to save or it wasn't my fault, if this goes up late I'm sorry but if it's on time then yay me. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. :)

ps. I'm stoked to have 2.6k reads!

Eh, last thing...

        I'm thinking of ending this book soon.

  I may or may not do a sequel, depending on how many of you want it.

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Kol Mikelson was gone. Dead. At the hands of his own dear brother.

Klaus stood amongst Elijah, Davina, Rebekah and Aria. There was a lump in his throat preventing him from letting out a whisper. He didn't know what to do in such a situation, watching as his younger brother suffered and choked on his own blood. Elijah was fighting back tears,-like a 'true nobleman'. He refused to cry in fear that the tears will only further fade his hope of his dear sibling ever returning from the ancestors. Davina felt like she failed Kol. She was whispered to be a lethal, powerful witch though proved useless trying different spells to stop Kol from dying.

Aria, however, was angry. She was confused. She felt guilty. Overwhelmed to the extent that she could not process each emotion enough to show any on her face at all. A single tear raced down her cheek and bounced as it splattered on the floor.

After a moment of silence, Davina rushed over to Kol's body and hugged him, crying out feeling as though her heart had shattered with him.  Rebekah reached her side and made a promise to bring back Kol from the ancestors.

Aria let out a cracked sigh, "I'm so sorry." Before licking her cracked lips. It was as if not enough air was reaching her lungs. 

Klaus walked over to her hesitantly, wondering if he should've walked to Kol's body instead. He took her hands from her face and pulled her gently to her feet, hugging her tight to his chest.

"He will return to us. That I promise."

Aria smiled at his promise. Klaus looked over to Elijah, who managed to keep together and to himself. Aria looked at Klaus, silently communicating with him, and usually, Rebekah would have awed at them in hopes to find love like it someday, but she was busy comforting the small witch mourning her epic love's death.

As Klaus gave her a nod, Aria walked to Elijah and pulled him into a reassuring hug that he didn't have to deal with it alone, which he was grateful for. "We'll figure this out, 'Lijah." She cooed. He pulled back and gave her a nod and a weak smile.

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"So, love." Klaus began and sat in the armchair of the large living room by the pristine marble fireplace, "You really need to start talking about this Gwen woman and what exactly went on with you two."

Aria sighed.

No matter how much she annoyed herself about it, it would never be any easier to speak about her kidnapping. A time when she was vulnerable and still all too fresh in her mind. She hadn't even been free a year yet.

"I know." She let out a breath and closed her eyes for a brief second, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to think of a way to not fumble her words. "Well,  first we should talk about what exactly happened the night Esther tried to sacrifice me for Henrik." 

Klaus spaced out for a moment at the mention of his younger deceased brother, but soon met the hazel eyes he admired. He sat back and tapped lightly on the arm of the chair he reserved and nodded at Aria to begin.

"So, I've briefly explained what happened but I need to really clear it up. Esther was in desperation, she didn't have any hate for me before the incident. I just happened to be the only person not a Mikaelson in sight. So, as you witnessed,  she tried to summon the ancestors to save Henrik in return for me and honestly, I have no idea what went wrong but it didn't work. I was different and that's all I knew. I could do things with my anger that I was too confused myself about so I didn't tell anyone. That was my mistake." She scoffed at herself and sadly smiled. "So, Esther switched up the spell and summoned the ancestors to alert a distant friend, you know as Gwen. Gwenyth Finton. I was drained of energy and passed out. Which Esther twisted in her announcing to you all that I had died. Esther had alerted Gwen in secret of my unnatural being so of course, Gwen locked me up in fear of me being more powerful than her. I heard her talking one night to her right-hand guy, Ron, that she planned to let me go once she found a way to compel me to forget. She never did find a way through, so she never let me go." Aria admitted watching as Klaus' greedy eyes watched her expression, trying to absorb any information she gave to him with the way she spoke, trying to figure her out like she was a puzzle.

Aria hesitantly continued, "So. Gwen is a powerful witch. She had come down to me one night to take away wooden objects from my room because during that time I wanted nothing more than to be put out of my misery. By this time the voices had started to taunt me. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't find the energy to write in my journal. I only had energy fit for hatred towards Gwen so much that that night she came down, I attacked her and ripped her throat open before fleeing up the stairs, but she had quickly recovered and dragged me back down. The entire house shook and she clicked her fingers and I was out cold. Is that enough or shall I continue?" She asked Klaus.

"No that's alright, love. I just need to tell you to be careful when you're not with one of us." He responded seriously.

Aria nodded and sighed, "What are we going to do about her?"

"Not 'we'. You're not putting yourself in any more danger, leave this to me and Elijah." He began to stand up to leave the room to inform Elijah before Aria grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No, she's after me, Klaus. I want to be there when she's taken down." She smirked.

"We'll talk about it, sweetheart." He lied and gently kissed her before leaving her on her own in the room.

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