Isabella Mikaelson(Completed)#Wattys2019

O Come, All Ye Faithful

                               As I laid on the sofa, I watched Nik make his painting for the Winter Wonderland charity event. While he was donating a painting, I was donating Scotch, a lot of Scotch. Apparently Caroline is now my sober sister. Sometimes Caroline wasn't always the best at helping people with their problems.

                                While Nik was painting, Stefan walked in and watched him as well.

                                " It looks like a giant snow flake."

                                " I prefer to think of it as an expression of post-modernism. It's my donation to the Winter Wonderland charity event. " Nik smiled, proud of his work. I was proud as well, Nik was always the best at painting since we were human. No one could ever top him.

                                  A hybrid walked into the room. He took one glance at Stefan before looking back to Nik. " You said it was urgent."

                                  " Yes. Take this to the Mystic Grill immediately."

                                  " You want me to be a delivery guy?"

                                  Nik gave him a glare as he walked over to him. " What I want, is for you to do whatever I say. Without the attitude." He said.

                                  The hybrid gave Nik a fake smile, before walking over and picking the painting up.

                                  " And be careful with that. It's still wet." He said as the hybrid left.

                                  " Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, ya know." Stefan said.

                                   I laughed." Nik is no Abraham, Stefan. Far from it actually." I said.

                                   " What is the point of my hybrids sired to me if I can't maximize on the benefits of free labor. What are you doing here?" Nik asks.

                                   " Yeah, Stefan. What are you doing here?"

                                   " Elena is sired to Damon." My heart, if it actually worked, would have stopped.

                                   " What?" I asked. I knew what Elena being sired to Damon meant. And it broke my heart.

                                  "  I intuated as much." Nik said with a smirk.

                                  " Which means I need to find the cure now more than ever. And here you are making post-modernist flakes."

                                  " I've delivered. I retrieved the hunter's sword from Italy, which will be used to decipher the map hidden in the hunter's mark. You're the one who's supposed to deliver the hunter and his mark." Nik said, proudly.

                                   " Well, Jeremy is the hunter and he has to keep killing vampires to complete his mark. But we can't quit figure out how to keep him from killing us." Stefan said.

                                   " Sounds like quite the chore. Which is why I feel perfectly justified doing a little charity work."

                                    " Hmm. Or maybe you're lying about having the sword." I sighed and got up.

                                   " Why would we lie to you, Stefan?" I walked over to the safe. " We're all in this together." I opened the safe and pulled out the sword. " The hill dagger is a sypher which we'll use to decode the marks on Jeremy's tattoo when he's killed enough vampires to complete it." I put it on the table and sat in the chair with my legs on the on the table, watching him pick it up.