anne

31 | Return of the King* *Queen

TO - S1 E21 - last act 

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Anne shot up from the kitchen floor with a gasp. Breathing hard, she scrambled backwards and winced when glass pierced her skin. Her eyes bounced around the bright room before settling on the open front door she could see just past the bench. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tentatively stood to her feet, leaning on the counter with bloody hands so she wouldn't buckle her knees and collapse.

She squinted away from the midday sun and focused on her breathing, calming herself to examine the kitchen and process what happened last night. 

Mikael was the most powerful Orginal, and he had somehow appeared in Anne's home—more than appeared, he was actually there. Upon thinking of his hands around her neck, she touched where the soreness was and walked to the mirror in the lounge, finding handprints bruising her flesh. 

Goosebumps spread across her skin as she replayed what happened. She knew that if Mikael had really been alive last night, then right now she wouldn't be; so he must've still been on the other side. Though this gave her no comfort, as he would stop at nothing to find his way back to the land of the living, and if he could strangle her as a ghost, there was no telling what he could do if he was resurrected somehow. 

A sudden ringtone from her phone in her pocket made her jump, but when she saw it was Klaus calling, she tapped the 'answer call' button on the screen furiously.

"Good morning—"

"Mikael is back."

Klaus' breathe hitched, "What—"

"He was here, just last night."

"In the flesh?"

"I don't know, not exactly."

"Did he come into contact with you?"

"He strangled me. He put his hands around my throat and strangled me."

"But—"

"I know, he's just a ghost, but this is too fucking scary. Ghosts shouldn't be able to do that, I have no idea how he was able to do that."

"Are you sure he actually touched you? Could it not have been one of your visions?"

Anne looked in the mirror once more, touching her neck gently, "I'm looking right at the bruises he left. Something's stirring, I know it. I feel it."

"Me too... Which is why I need to tell Elijah about this."

Anne was about to intervene, but reality began to override her cowardice. Mikael was no joking matter, let alone a subject she could selfishly withhold from those he would seek to destroy first; the very family she'd been almost adopted into centuries ago; the people she had once called her own, who now need her once more. 

"Do it. This is too serious for me to be a little bitch about, I'm done with it. People need to know about this, they need to be warned and alerted. If he comes back..." She didn't need to finish the sentence, they both knew what it would mean. 

Klaus exhaled, "I'll talk to Elijah now."

Anne nodded, "Okay. And Klaus?"

"Yes?"

"It was Marcel that sent those people after me."

"I'm sorry you got wrapped into this."

"No," She said firmly, removing her hands from her neck and straightening up. "Don't be sorry, send me your address. I'm coming to you."