The secret child

Chapter 5

They arrived at the old witch house before any blood could be spilled between Kol and Danhy. The pair had continued to bicker and whine the entire journey, and now as they stepped out of the vehicle Elijah wished for nothing more than to be in possession of a white oak stake so that he may plunge it into his heart, if only to put him out of his misery. He glanced at his son, seeing nothing but pure contempt etched across the teens face, but he still could not help but to picture the small five year old who once cried for hours because he could not catch a fish bigger than his own palm.

"If Grand-mama fails in her endeavor to kill us all, may I kill him?" Danhy whispered to Niklaus, his voice dripping with venom.
"Don't be stupid nephew, you wouldn't live to see the morning. Perhaps when you gain a few extra pounds of muscle and some common sense, we might revisit this conversation."
"I have plenty of common sense!" he spluttered. Danhy stormed past his smirking Uncle, the feeling of annoyance bubbling up in his stomach. His eyes roamed over the tall, looming, bare trees, trying to find something that would cure his annoyance for his Uncle and distract him from the rush of fear that was spreading through every fiber of his being.

Danhy moved close to his fathers side, matching his purposeful strides, step for step, as they made their way towards the house, the autumn leaves crunching underneath their feet. He glanced at his father from the corner of his eye, the older mans face was blank, void of any and all emotion. Danhy had only ever seen that look on his fathers face once in his immortal life, the night of his mothers burial, but that look had only lasted a moment before Elijah had discovered him standing by the door of their hut, watching with saddened eyes.

"They're here, Mother!" He could hear Finn call as they stepped through the line of trees into the clearing in front of the 'Old witch house'.
"No, it's too soon, the moon is not high enough. Go! Quickly!" The witches ran off into the house but the family paid them little attention. Danhy locked eyes with his grandmother as they approached, with quickened steps. Both Esther and Finn stood within the safe confines of the pentagram. They looked proud, happy to be murdering their entire family.
"My boys, come forward," she stretched her arms out in welcome, as if that single gesture would make everything better.
"Stay beside me, mother."Finn threw his arm out in front of Esther, stopping her from moving any further from his side. She rest a gentle hand against her eldest sons arm. "It's ok," she soothed, "They can't enter."

Danhy visibly flinched, their casual contact made him want to vomit, he could not wrap his mind around how they could act so normal when they were about to single handily murder their entire family. Kol charged at the pentagram, pure rage, etched across his features while his hands were fisted at his sides. The torches around the pentagram flared, the flames licking high into the air, as Kol's body was stopped by an invisible force-field that protected the pentagram and those who resided within it. "That's lovely. Were stuck out here, while the favorite son plays sacrificial lamb. How pathetic you are, Finn." Kol spat, his hatred for his eldest brother ran deep.
"Be quiet, Kol. Your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine," Esther took a threatening step towards her children, but it did not have the desired effect of striking fear in her children, it only made them angrier.

"And yet you have not shared this mystical reason as to why you wish to kill our entire family," Danhy whispered so softly that even his own ears struggled to catch his words. Esther glanced over at her grandson. He could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, his vision blurred before him. "You don't have a reason do you?" Danhy asked a little louder this time, "you are just trying to make an excuses for your insanity. Do you feel no remorse for what you've done? we are what we are because of you."
"My only regret is that I did not let you die a thousand years ago." Esther said, her voice was the apitemey of disgust and hatred. He took a heated step towards the pentagram but was stopped by his fathers firm hand on his arm. Danhy growled as his fathers grip tightened to the point that if he were human he was sure the elder man would have broken his arm.
"Enough," Niklaus growled, "All of this talk is boring me. End this now, mother, or I'll send you back to hell." Niklaus' fury was making the other Mikaelson boys antsy, they wanted nothing more than to rip Esther's heart out of her chest and to make her watch as they did it, but buried deep within their hearts they still held some penance of love for her, no matter how small.

Danhy ripped his arm from his farthers grasp, sending the elder man a heated glare over his shoulder, he could not stand to be treated like a child in the midst of their own massacre. He is a Mikaelson, Mikaelson's do not fear others, they make others fear them. It has been their way of life for over a thousand years. He moved to stand beside his uncles, as if that gesture would unite them as one

"For a thousand years," Esther stated, "I've been forced to watch you. Felt the pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood. Even you, Elijah, with your claim to nobility, you're no-"
"oh, boo hoo!" Danhy suddenly screamed, his fisted his hands at his sides, his anger having taken over, "You had grandfather kill us, you had him stab us through the heart and slice our necks open, and for what reason, to make us into abominations of nature with an uncontrollable thirst for blood? All of the deaths we have had our hand in, all of the blood we have shed over the centuries, it is all your fault." Danhy spat with every ounce of his anger. He watched as no emotion passed over her face, she remained cold and emotionless in the face of the truth. Danhy let out a sundering breath, he had hoped she would repent this plan of hers after hearing what he needed to say, of what they all needed to say, but he now realizes that no amount of pleading and crying will get his grandmother to stop, she is too far gone in her hatred. Danhy reached a shaky hand back for his fathers. His fingers twisted in the soft fabric of Elijah's jacket sleeve. The familiar cuff links were of little help to sooth his pain.

"It is true that I created you, however the blood lust was an unforeseeable side effect, I had never intended for that to happen, but do not blame me for all of the bodies that lay in your wake," Esther said, "You made yourself into a monster, not I."
"Your right," Kol spoke, "Your just the woman who had her husband murder their entire family."

The torches around the pentagram suddenly flared to life, the flames licked high into the air, despite the thundering wind wiping at their faces. Danhy threw his hands up in front of his face to shield him from the heat of the flames. "No! sisters! Do not abandon me!" Esther screamed. The wind was becoming stronger, trees began to sway, the wood groaning underneath the extreme force. "Mother!" Finn yelled, and then there was nothing, no wind, no fire, nothing.

Danhy lowered his arms to his sides, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness before he realized that his grandmother and Finn had disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty pentagram behind. "Damn it!" Niklaus screamed, he threw his fist into a nearby tree, the wood cracking beneath it.

"Niklaus," Elijah warned, "calm yourself."
"Don not tell me to calm down Elijah! Our homicidal mother is currently missing, alongside our equally homicidal brother, so until they have been found, and I am able to bury them alive I will not 'calm down' as you so put it!"

How could life have become so frayed?