✘ M Y S T E R Y ➳ k. mikaelson

Chapter Eleven- Friendship Goals

March 27th, 1820

"Henry, you're hurting me."

Annabella hisses as her fiancé grips her tiny wrist even tighter as he drags the young girl away from the public eye. Henry brought the girl to a secluded area, backed her into the wall, his hands on either side of the terrified girl.

"Don't speak to him ever again," Annabella felt her body start to shake as Henry's glare grew hard.

"Don't talk to your buddy either" Henry spat out the "Buddy" word like it was venom and it scared the younger girl.

"Henry..." Annabella tries to reason with her fiancé, but Henry took one hand off of the wall and gripped Annabella's jaw tightly.

Henry's jaw clenched as he bends his head, so he feels Annabella's shaky breath against his face.

"You're such a whore aren't you?" Annabella whimpers as she tries to move away, but she knew it worthless. Henry was stronger and taller than Annabella was.

"Please." Annabella sobs as she tries to turn her head away from Henry's face, but his grip was too strong.

Tears rapidly slid down her face as she tries to fight against Henry's grip on her right wrist.

"You are mine, just mine. Not Elijah's, not Nik, mine." Annabella nods her head, hoping that Henry will let her go.

"Never speak to them again, you got that," Annabella nods her head even quicker and fell to the dirt cover ground when Henry let her go.

Annabella saw her bruised wrists "Clean yourself up; father will be meeting us soon," Henry took a few steps back, but his face still sent chills throughout Annabella's body as she tries her best to clean herself off.

She brushes away the dirt that was on her light blue dress and wipes away the tears that were still falling.

She was violently shaking as she tries to calm down her breathing and to relax but nothing was working.

"Hurry up," Henry growls as he grabs Annabella's already bruised and sore right wrist and tugs her along. "I'm not going to make us late,"

Annabella whimpers but didn't fight Henry.

Her head was hanging down as Henry drags her towards a dressmaker shop, "Father is meeting us there before returning to our Manor for lunch," Henry informs the girl as they cross the street to reach the store.

'This isn't the Henry I know,' Annabella whines in her head as she lets out a few sniffles.

March 12th, 2010

"Annabella, How are you alive?"

Alithea neither moved or talked as she stares at the man in front of her with alarming eyes.

"Her name isn't Annabella."

Elijah's head snaps towards Elena, who licks her lips nervously and took a step back when Elijah took a step towards her.

Elena's body froze as well when Elijah walks directly in front of her, "Hello there," his voice was warm and friendly, but his eyes tell another story.

Elijah moves his head, so he was closer to her face, a trembling Elena didn't know what to do, as Elijah moves his head to the side of her neck and sniffs the area a few inches away from her neck.

He pulls back with a mask look of disbelief on his face as he stares ahead, "Human, it's impossible," Elijah then turns towards Alithea, who was also shaking violently.