The Gifted Mikaelson

Chapter Eight

(This book is definitely gonna be going under some editing and I'm probably going to rewrite some of it because I just cringe when I try to read over it But don't worry I'll let you know when I have.)

I walk around my 'home' and manage to wander into a room, that WASN'T mine.

I consider leaving and continue on my way but I notice a big pile of canvas' in the corner of the room.

Realising this room was full of all kinds of art.

I walk over to a table that had all kinds of books on it. I pick up a slightly old and dusty book.

My curiosity got the better of me and I started flipping through the pages.

There were drawings of the same woman in it, my mother.

I inhale and slowly look at the drawings.

Some she was happy and smiling. Some she looked angry and upset.

"Your mother always let me draw her." I quickly looked up and saw my father standing there, leaning against the doorframe.

I felt like I've been caught doing something bad.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be nosy." I then accidentally drop the sketch book, cursing under my breath.

"I would mind your language." I looked up and focus my glaze on him.

"You heard that?" He smirked and nodded, I gulped.

"I'm not THAT old love." I smile slightly as I stand back up.

He walks over and I give him the pad.

He starts to flip through the drawings.

"Were you with her for awhile before I was born?"

He didn't answer straight away but kept staring at this one drawing.

"Something like that." I leaned over and gasped loudly.

It was my mother and she was holding that BLOODY dagger.

"Are you okay?" Klaus asked me, I just kept staring at the drawing.

He places the book down and puts both hands on my shoulders.

"Love? What's wrong?" My head starts to hurt yet again and I grip my hair, crying out in pain.

"Alexis!" Klaus shouts, cradling me in his arms, while I'm crying in pain.

"Make it stop please..!" Klaus stares at me, helpless.

"I don't know what I can do love."

I let out a blood curdling scream.

I hear people rush in.

"What's wrong!" It was my aunt Rebekah.

Flashes of my head hitting something goes through my mind.

I watch the horse try to keep up with the car I am in. He bucks and squeals. Almost like he was trying to tell me something.

But he's a horse? What could he know that I don't?

"I'm so sorry sweets." My eyes narrow and I look towards to my Aunt, about to ask her why?

But I feel her shove my head against the car window.

I gasp and look around at my family.

I look at my Aunt who was standing near the door, my eyes widen.

I go to feel my head, it's sore to the touch.

"Love? Are you okay." I look at Dad as he caresses my cheek.