𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓸𝓲𝓭 𝓞𝓷𝓮 [𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 1]

Chapter 19

     I sped throughout the cemetery in blind fury. I found a few of the Guerrera wolves in the cemetery. I snarled and ran at them tearing them to pieces violently. Not that there was a nonviolent way to tear someone apart. I looked at the dead wolves holding the severed arms of the last wolf I killed.  I dropped them. "Stiles?" I heard. My head snapped up. I spun around to see Hayley standing behind me. My eyes went wide. "Hayley?" I asked confused. "How are you alive?" I asked. "No idea. I would really like to kill those damn witches." Hayley said. I smirked. "What are we waiting for than?" I asked as Klaus and Elijah arrived.

     We found the witches gathered at an altar. My eyes glowed furiously. I ran at the witches and was thrown back into a tomb. I collapsed to the ground. I felt raw iron spikes slam into my chest. I screamed. I grabbed the spike and yanked it out. "You fools. To come against us in our place of power, in our strongest hour. You don't face 3. You face us all." A witch said. "Like bloody hell I do." I said walking to them. The blasted me with magic and deflected it with my own. "You forget what I am! I am the Original Chimera! I am vampire. Werewolf. Demon fox. And last of all, I am a witch!" I yelled firing a blast of dark magic. "And I'm royally pissed." I stated. Their magic got stronger and I was brought to the ground. I stood up and moved out the way just in time to see a raw iron spear fly past my head. I looked back at Klaus and smirked. "Took you long enough." I quipped. "Ran into some old acquaintances." Klaus said. One of the witches became impaled. The second witch ran to the altar and held the knife over the child. I ran at the witch and she created flames. I looked at the wall of fire. "Fuck it." I said running through. I felt pain but I grabbed Monique by her throat slamming her in the wall. "I'm sick of you Mikaelsons getting what you want." Monique said sending me flying. I crashed to the ground and felt four raw iron spikes slam into my back. I screamed. I slowly crawled to my feet. I looked at Monique to see cuts appearing over her body. I pulled the spikes out and ran at her. "What do you know? We get what we want." I said grabbing her head. I tore it off. She feel to the ground. Marcel appeared next to the child and sped away. I looked at Genevieve. I grabbed her and dragged her into a tomb. "Stiles." Elijah called out. "Let me have this. Elijah. Genevieve and I have some catching up to do." I said dragging her by the hair.

     I chained her to a tomb and looked into her eyes. "Mieczyslaw." Genevieve said. "1917. Remember that year?" I asked. Genevieve stood silent. "Of course you do. It's the year you killed the only thing I cared about. The only person I cared for." I said. "Miralina." Genevieve said with a bit of fear in her eyes.

"I came across information that you had something to do with her death. Given the fact that you killed her!" I shouted. She jumped. "I wanted to dismember you slowly as you screamed. I wanted to watch you suffer until you died. Then Rebekah beat me to it. So, who says miracles don't exist?" I stated with a smirk grabbing her face. "I'm sorry. Mieczyslaw. I'm terribly sorry for what happened to Miralina." Genevieve said. "Oh. So now you're sorry. You've got one foot in the grave that's why you're sorry. You're not sorry. You're desperate to live. Hoping you'll appeal to my sensitive side. Hoping I'll forgive you." I said. I shoved my hand into her chest as she gasped in pain. "You killed my sensitive side when you killed Miralina." I said shoving my hand further into her chest tightening my grip on her heart. "This is for Miralina, you witch bitch." I said yanking her heart out and crushing it. I bit into her throat and tore it open. I broke the chains holding her in the air and slammed her lifeless dead corpse to the ground and stomped on her neck. I got flashes of her memories as her head rolled away from the rest of her body. "Mother." I whispered. I continued to tear her to pieces until nothing was recognizable anymore. I stood up and turned to see Hayley and Elijah. "Stiles." Hayley said. "Why did you do that?" Elijah asked. "Miralina." I said simply. Elijah sighed. "Who?" Hayley asked. "An old lover of mine. Genevieve murdered Miralina in cold blood." I said. "She didn't work alone. She was working for someone." I said. "Who?" Elijah asked. "Our mother." I said. "Esther." Hayley said. I nodded.