Hell In Her Soul - Elijah Mikaelson -

Chapter 8

Pride and stubbornness were Hela's greatest weaknesses. They always had been, even when she was the amazons, she picked up every fight she could and never drifted away from her strong opinions. That was probably why no one really liked her. 

But sometimes, it just boiled over and she overreacted and went into blind rage. Her temper made her do those things, pride was what kept her from apologizing. 

Hela and Elijah kept away from each other for two days. She didn't have it inside her to simply, go over and tell him that she was sorry. Deep inside her she felt awful for hurting him for something he wasn't responsible for. Still, he deserved it a little. Hela hated that he didn't stand up for their romance in front of his father. But she couldn't expect it from him. She knew how fearful he actually was of his gruesome father. 

It didn't made it easier that Tatia never left his side since they fought. Now it was more or less official that Tatia and Elijah and Hela and Niklaus would marry. The young woman was all over Elijah, which surely wasn't part of the deal. It made Hela even more angry. So damn much that she wanted to take her rage out on something. She was in the mood to pick up a fight. 

Fortunately, Klaus was that much of a friend, that he looked after Hela when his brother didn't. After she nearly punched a villager right in the face after he accidentally bumped into her, the blonde man grabbed her and pulled her with him.

"What is wrong with you, Hela?" 

She shot a death glare at him, but she immediately felt sorry when she saw how troubled and hurt he looked. How selfish of her. Of course Klaus was the other part in this whole story who would get hurt. Sighing, she shoved off his hands, but calmed herself with pacing up and down behind one of the huts. 

"Nothing. It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining brightly, the grass is green, the sky is blue, squirrels and rabbits are chasing each other in the woods, what exactly could be wrong?" 

Hela said sarcastically through gritted teeth. Sometimes Klaus was still amused by her kind of wit. Other women were surely different concerning this. They never wore their hearts on their sleeves as Hela did, they always were in control. But that was the beauty of the silver haired woman. Her boyish behavior, while having a sharp sense of humor that only a wise woman could have. 

"Jealousy doesn't suit you." 

His eyes wandered to Tatia and Elijah who sat side by side. The girl giggled over an awkward joke Elijah made, which she didn't even found funny. But still, Tatia wanted nothing more than to get rid of Hela and have Elijah all for herself. 

Klaus eyes clouded with sadness, while another rush of anger pulsated through Hela's veins. She intended to kill someone, but Tatia brought her really close to push her over the edge and choke her with her small, bare hands. 

"Says the one who wants to rip his own brother apart, because your love shifted her attention away from you." 

They shared a long gaze until Klaus sighed and admitted that he was as angry and jealous as Hela was. 

"I think we both have the urge to destroy something. Come, we can do that without actually hurting someone." 

Frowning, she trusted her close friend and followed him to a place a bit away from the village. It was a cave actually, the one he always painted at. 

"You're not telling me that you want to calm me down by painting on the walls?" 

 She looked at Klaus confused who only chuckled and went deeper into the cave. 

"Even tough I really would enjoy that, I meant something else. I'll show you." 

In front of them there was a stone, a little hammer and a kind of metal that didn't have a form. It was already shingles's fancily, but didn't look like jewelry at all. Klaus lifted that the hammer and hit it down on the metal, until it started to gleam of heat.