Danhy had been gone for hours, he couldn't bring himself to go back to the house, not when he was still so angry at his father. He doesn't know what happened, one minute they were just talking and the next this immense amount of anger just hit him like a wave and he couldn't seem to stop yelling. He's never felt anything like it before. The sound of high-pitched girly giggling filled the empty park, without any reason his anger came flooding back, thumping at his insides and pushing at the edge of his mind. He balled his hands into fists at his sides and gritted his teeth angrily. With a cry of rage, he shot up from the bench he had spent the last several hours on and raced towards the girls with inhuman speed. He stopped in front of them, seeing their eyes widen in fear. Danhy allowed a smirk to overcome his face, "evening," he greeted as his eyes became black and the veins began to spread down his pale cheeks with a sickening crack. They squealed in fear, their voices echoing off the surrounding trees, they look off running in opposite directions, their purses now lay forgotten on the ground. A shiver of pure pleasure raced down his spine. Danhy let out a shaky breath, his eyes closed in pure bliss before his eyes snapped back open and he took off after the girls.
He followed the bottle blonde to the public restroom in the park, she had locked herself inside a stall, shivering in fear as she struggled to dial her phone for help. Dahny breathed in her scent, her fear was so intoxicating. He marched into the female bathroom and kicked the stall door open, watching as it smashed through the sides of the stall. Her screams rang out, echoing off the walls around them. Danhy giggled at the sound, it felt so good to hear someone scream like that. His fangs lengthened. He lunged for her neck, digging his fangs into her soft flesh, feeling the warmth of her blood fill his mouth. Danhy moaned around her flesh, she tasted sickeningly sweet, like a mouthful of melted candy. He pulled back as he swallowed the last drops of her blood, dropping her now lifeless body onto the filthy tiled floor. "What a pity," he mumbled, "you were tasty." He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth, rubbing away the trail of blood that had made its way down his chin.
Danhy sniffed the air experimentally but the woman's perfume was suffocating in the small room. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, now it was going take him longer to find the other girl, although the chase was always half the fun. He stepped out of the bathroom and took another deep breath. Her scent was much easier to find, she reeked of alcohol and sex. "Someone been a naughty girl," he grinned. Danhy took off after her scent with inhuman speed.
The trail lead him out of the park and down the empty streets towards a back alley behind a quaint little dinner, "How cute," Danhy chuckled. He rounded the corner into the alley, tutting at the sight of the brunette trying desperately to open the back door. She gave up with a sob of frustration, her eyes scanned the dark alley for some place safe to hide. Danhy whistled, the sound echoing off the brick walls of the alley. Her hands slapped over her mouth as tears began to cascade down her face, her heart beat was erratic in her chest, pumping against her rib cage in absolute terror. Danhy smiled to himself, her fear was just as intoxicating as the last girl, but the sound of her blood pumping through her veins was like music to his ears, a song he wanted to listen to over and over again until the last drop of blood leaves her cold dead body.
Her eyes scanned the dark alley again. She ducked behind the trash can beside her, hiding her body behind the metal can. "Don't hide from me love," he called, "I can smell your fear!" She whimpered the sound slightly muffled, to a human the sound would have been almost impossible to hear, but unluckily for her, he's not human. Danhy skipped down the alley, kicking aside boxes as he listened to her heart stutter as he drew nearer. "Come on love, stop hiding behind the trash can and come out to play, I promise not to bite too hard." He stopped skipping when he reached the trash can, choosing to stand a few feet away, he tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the girl to show herself. "Oh come on now!" he screamed after a moment of silence, "I'm getting impatient." She let out a loud whimper into her hand.
Rage bubbled up inside of him again, her crying was igniting his anger and he was growing sick of waiting. Danhy stormed forward and with a cry of rage he ripped the trash can away, throwing it against the brick wall behind him. She screamed in horror, throwing herself against the cold, harsh, wall. "Please don't hurt me, please!" she begged. Tears cascaded down her face in waves, smudging her makeup and dyeing her tears black. His hand shot out, wrapping his fingers around her pale throat. He dragged her to her feet and listened to her gasp for breath as he slammed her head against the brick wall repeatedly until her cries stopped. "Was it so hard to shut up?" he asked the now quiet alley, not even her heartbeat was loud enough to disturb him now. He dropped her boy to the ground, nudging her leg with the toe of his boot. "Oh great, now she's dead," he mumbled. Danhy turned and left the alley, his boots clicking against the pavement. He made his way back to the park slowly, the cool wind was a welcome distraction as it fluttered against his heated skin.
The streets were still barren and quiet, the unfortunate side effect of a small town. Danhy seated himself on the wooden bench across the street from the park and set about wiping away the remnants of blood on his porcelain skin. He could feel eyes boring into his back, it was an all to familiar feeling. "Your not usually one to lurk, Papa!" Danhy called, glancing over his shoulder at the dark alley behind him. Elijah stepped out of the darkness and into the dim light cast by the street lights overhead. "You are not usually one to bludgeon young girls to death, yet tonight we both seem to be doing things we don't usually do," Elijah bristled. He clenched his hands into fists at his side, hoping that would help to quench the anger bubbling up inside of him.
"Don't pretend you don't have blood on your hands,"
"I am not pretending Danhy, but the whole point of us moving here was to lay low until this business with Esther is resolved, but we can not do that with you killing random girls in the street."Danhy turned his attention back towards the street, using the motion as a cover to roll his eyes in annoyance. He scrubbed the sleeve of his sweater against the bare skin of his neck, trying to remove a particularly stubborn spot of blood.
"No," Dahny ground out from between clenched teeth, "we're here so you can coddle me like a bloody child,"
"Do not raise your voice at me," Elijah hissed, he had hoped this meeting would not end in a screaming match as their last talk had. Danhy spun around on the bench, his bloodied skin now forgotten. "Or what? You'll send me to bed without super?"
"Don't tempt me." Elijah stepped around the bench, his steps slow and calculated as if he were approaching an injured animal.
"Oh of course," Danhy sighed, throwing his arms up in annoyance, "we've resulted to childish threats now." He swiveled around on the bench until his back was pressed firmly into the cold metal armrest. He set his stern gaze on his father but the man did not even flinch under his stare. "Perhaps there would be no need for childish threats if you did not act like a child," Elijah stated briskly.
"The only bloody reason I act like one is because you have never treated me like anything else! My entire immortal life has just been a prison of your own design," Danhy grit out from between clenched teeth.
"if you truly feel this way than why haven't you said anything, why haven't you tried to leave?" Elijah staggered towards the bench and dropped onto the wooden seat beside his son, he hadn't realized Danhy felt imprisoned by his actions. What type of father did that make him? Perhaps he was more like Mikael than he originally thought. "I've tried to tell you hundreds of times before but you wouldn't listen, you never listen. There was even a time I contemplated staking you in the heart and making a run for it."
Elijah sniffled, in a halfhearted attempt to stop the sudden tears pricking at his vision."Then why didn't you?" he asked after a long moment of silence
"Because I didn't want to be alone! But even now, here with you I'm still alone and you'll never understand that," Danhy said, his own voice thick with tears.
Elijah slid along the bench, leaning in close to his son to wrap his arm around his slim shoulders. He pulled Danhy in close to his chest, he came willingly, too tired to put up a fight. "Help me to understand," Elijah whispered gently, "I want to understand, Danhy. I know I can be overbearing, but I only want the best for you." Danhy hummed, the sound vibrating against Elijah's chest. "Let us get you back to the house and cleaned up, then we can talk some more."
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The secret child
غير روائيDanhy Mikaelson was only sixteen when his grandmother turned his entire family into vampires, at first, he was scared of the things he could do, scared of the horrible evil his family was committing at every turn but as time dragged on throughout th...
