The Originals: Family Is Power

Mothers' Mercy

Very little scares me now.

Change, bugs, taxes—all the things normal people would be afraid of I barely take notice of anymore.

However, last night frightened me on all ends. I've never experienced a blackout like I had last night. I've never woken up in bloody sheets with blood all over my body.

Knowing that I most likely killed someone last night makes this all the worse. What if I murdered a wolf? What if I murdered a witch? These are uncertainties I cannot afford. One wrong move and I could start a war.

Wiping the condensation off the mirror, I stare at my reflection—dark bags hang heavy under my eyes, my skin is paler than usual, and most of all, my eyes are twinkling between red and the newly-normal silver. I can feel my fangs piercing my lips, drawing blood. The red fluid drips down my chin, reminding me of my weaknesses. With a deep breath, I feel the hunger slowly dissipate, the red disappearing from my eyes. I wipe the blood off my chin and throw the towel in the hamper as I walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

Klaus and Elijah are somewhere in the compound, most likely still discussing what happened to me last night. After I calmed down, Klaus and Elijah did their best to wipe the blood off of me with wash cloths. When they couldn't get any more of it off, Klaus helped me up the stairs, putting me in a guest room since my sheets were soaked with blood.

I changed out of my torn, bloodied clothes and threw on a pair of Klaus's sweats and a tank top. Even in the new room, sleep evaded me. I sat in that bed staring at the ceiling for hours.

Eventually, I decided to get up and take a shower, wanting to let the water take the blood and misery away.

It did nothing.

It always does nothing.

So instead, I transformed my anguish into anger and redirected it at one particular person—Esther. Mikael is of no concern to me at the moment seeing as how Davina has a leash on him. Esther, however, is not so contained. She poses the biggest threat to us right now.

I don't know what my mother wants from me nor do I understand what she's trying to tell me. Instead of chasing my tail about it, I've decided to let it go until the time it needs to be addressed.

Emerging into the courtyard, I find a table abundant with various fruit and bread plates. I stare at it with curiosity as I walk towards it. The silver platters make me wonder if Klaus or Elijah compelled a restaurant in town to deliver this. Footsteps behind me draw my attention away from the table.

"So which restaurant's missing a compelled chef," I ask.

"Certainly a card I've played in the past, but I had no hand in this," Klaus points to the table, joining me. He's in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. The bags under his eyes tell me he didn't sleep well either.

"Well then, I guess we have Elijah to thank," I say with a sigh.

"This wasn't my doing," speak of the devil, who walks down the other set of stairs.

"Then where did all this come from," I ask just as a silver platter rattles.

I jump back a little, looking at Klaus. He stares at it with confusion, slowly putting his hand on the handle and lifting it up. Two starlings fly straight out of the dome, startling me. Left on the platter is a folded piece of parchment.

"What the hell," I ask quietly. Klaus picks up the letter and opens it. I flutter my eyes to the words and see them written in black ink.

Dinner, your home, 8 pm.