My darkest desire 》Klaus Mikaelson

6. Final emotions

Christine's POV

" No! I won't let you manipulate me like your little servants here. And don't even think that I will ever be with you in the twisted way you believe! Goodbye Marcel!" I yelled and run as fast as my feet could. I grabbed the door and when I tried to go out I suddenly couldn't. Something was blocking my way. Another magic! I thought frustrated. I stood there for a sec and touched the invisible thing that was holding me back from my freedom. It's like there was a wall made of glass right in front of me, preventing me from leaving this place.

"You see Christine, I'm not so stupid as you think. You're really too precious to me to let you go, let alone be away from me" Marcel sounded from behind but I didn't turn around to face him. Even though my emotions were fading and disappearing by the second, I was still feeling angry. 

" Oh and that thing you said about my vampires, that they're my little servants? You really hurt my feelings. My vampires, are not without their will here" Marcel continued pretending he was hurt. That act was making me sick. 

"Call it a team, a family, or whatever you want. The point is that they see me as their leader and they'd sacrifice themselves for me or another who's one of us" he finished. A deadly silence filled the room and apparently he was waiting for my response, otherwise he wouldn't have been waiting behind me without reason. 

I finally turned around and looked at him for a minute. He was staring at me, waiting for me to say something. He wasn't smirking mischievously, neither doing anything. He had just a blank expression. 

" I don't really care about you, or your servants that you call "family" ,because you consider that having some pathetic supernatural beings following you, can fulfill your empty heart and I don't know probably see them as the family you've never had, but I know that you're just a bad version of Klaus, maybe the worst. You just want to become like him, that's why you killed that witch....what was her name? Oh yes, Jane Anne Deveraux, in public and right before Klaus' eyes. You're just as pathetic as your little vampires are!" I sassed.  

Before I realize it, I was glued to the wall with Marcel's hand on my throat, choking me. Seriously, what's with people sticking me to walls! I thought frustrated to myself.

"I don't remember asking your opinion and frankly you should've been more grateful that I didn't kill you. I think you should watch your mouth because in a few minutes you'll be doing what I say, without having second thoughts!" he shouted straight to my face. To be honest, even though he was yelling at me and there was a little part inside of me that wanted to kill him, surprisingly I didn't care about him or his threats. 

Marcel let go of me and mumbled "Just a few minutes" under his breath, while he left the room. I let out a sigh and sat down on a chair, to think about my life so far. Why did I messed up like this? Why I had to be in this situation? Why did I even come to this town? Ha, I had even forgot the real reason. Oh, now I remember. To find peace.I'm laughing at myself for my stupidity. Searching for Klaus never brings peace to your life, probably the exact opposite.  I should've gone to New York. The city that Never Sleeps. 

I let out a sigh again, this one louder than the previous one, as if Marcel would set me free . Pff yeah, right. I heard voices from upstairs. One male and two female. I instantly recognized all of them. One was Marcel. the other one was Davina and... NO! Rebekah? How was that even possible? She was my best friend when I left her and her brother. It's not like I did anything to hurt her or her family, to betray me in such way. 

I got up from the chair and stood still, too shocked to do anything. Rebekah and Marcel were plotting against Klaus, her brother  by using me and making me a soulless monster with no will. I don't even know what is worse!