Chapter 7: My Grandmother, Guardian Angel

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Her body was kept in a coffin. Exactly what Anastasia would've wanted for a funeral. Kol was numbed of his emotions, it was almost as if it wasn't here. Kol went out killing everyone that crossed his path and once he'd finish his endless escapades of destruction, he would sit by her body and listen to her strange heart. It was beating. She had to endure whatever this Blade was doing to her. She was suffering and Kol couldn't do anything to stop it. His family where pushed away and left to grieve on their own, Niklaus was pretending yet failing to love her sister and finding out what Aurora's intentions where for killing her own sister.

Her coffin was grand, everything she would've wanted. Blood red glazing with a blue sheet of material over the top. Her coffin was open, revealing the white, cold body of Anastasia Mikealson. She wore a blood red dress to match the coffin and her personality. Fierce, Passionate, loving and intelligent. She still looked beautiful, even with her hair turning a pure shade of white as angels do and her skin slowly peeling from her body she still looked like the most beautiful woman in the world, yet it pained him so to see her so drained of life. Some part of Kol couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it.

"My wife. My beauty. I will not rest until I find our children. I love you so much, and I never have stopped loving you." Kol proclaimed as he stood up and wiped the tears his exhausted eyes and kissed her still red plump lips, and kissed her cold royal hands like a king would do his Queen. And she was like that to Kol. She deserved much more than a vampire who turns on his family for love, but she wanted nothing more.

"I will avenge your death my love. And I will find a way to bring you back." Kol said and with that he had nodded to Freya to cloak the coffin from plain sight. Kol zoomed out of the room and leaving Freya to contemplate what Kol was talking about. The family was devastated when Anastasia had died, but all knew that this would not be the end of the great Anastasia Mikealson. This death for her was too mortal. This was not the end.

But it still tore the Mikealson's apart.

Niklaus was filled with rage and yet there was still a part of him that loved her regardless. Anastasia knew that Aurora had Nik's heart on a string and pulled him like a puppet. Elijah was so infatuated with Hayley and her daughter and still his cold heart was breaking in two.

Freya. She had only just met Anastasia but it was like they had known one another for a long time, they bonded over their mutual love of their family. She was breaking yet trying to make Rebekah stop hurting and come home, yet there was no luck.

Rebekah was hurting the most before Kol. She was hurting and had her heart set on finding a spell that would bring Anastasia back to life. They were sister's even in their darkest days. They always stood by each other.

Hayley was quite fond of the old vampire angel. She was protective and fierce almost like herself.

The one that was most heartbroken was Kol. He was distraught, lifeless and his wife. His soulmate died. The mother of his beloved children was no more, but that just gave him another reason to find them. So they would be there when she woke up.

Anastasia's mind

"Kol! Can anybody hear me! Please!" I screamed begging for somebody to hear my deafening and desperate screams. There was a darkness around me. Keeping me in this place that looked like hell on earth. The bodies of dead humans scattered the floor like an infection attacking the body, this world was black. Filled with nightmares and screams. This really was hell.

I looked around as the bar of The Mikaelson's looked ungodly sucked of life. The colour was gone. I was still on the floor, with the excruciating pain circulating through my whole body I found it impossible to keep my eyes open from the obvious spell and boundary that kept me here.

"Aghh." I screamed as I tried to walk but my leg was broken and I still had the wound in my stomach. I rolled on my side and leant on the bar and laughed to myself.

"What are you Elvira but not unpredictable." I laughed as I gritted my teeth and lifted up my top to reveal the mark on her stomach. The symbol. I knew exactly what it meant. And so did she.

She laughed in the corner, almost the exact same maniacal laugh as mine. Her shadow emerged from the darkness. Her aura was insulting me, my angel personality and her demon nature colliding and creating a storm inside me. I wanted her dead, yet her presence made me laugh. She was nothing to me. The darkness frightened me as I knew not of the demons and nightmares that revelled in it. Elvira was the darkness. She embraced it and fed on it like the insulant little whore she was.

"I am everything... and predictable." Elvira said as her devilish face came into the little light there was in this dark place.

Oooo Anastasia is angry as shit and someone is about to get killed. Who will it be? Find out shortly. I promise I will update soon x I'll leave you to figure out what will happen next?

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 29, 2017 ⏰

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