His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 15

*To clarify, Today is Wednesday, June 12th, 2019.

When Niklaus was convinced his daughter was fast asleep, he decided he'd vamp to the Bayou to talk to a certain half-breed.

Smells as disgusting as every other day. Niklaus scoffed, walking around the Bayou knowing she'd show up.

"If it stinks so bad, why don't ya do me a favor and stay away half-breed?" Shilah remarked with a laugh.

"Unfortunately that is not an option. It seems you are filling my daughter's brain with nonsense and then some." Niklaus stated calmly, walking around her like a predator. "I figured you'd tell her all about that werewolf garbage considering she's your only leverage against me, I pity you." He expressed. "But what I don't understand is how you found out about my mother. There is not a soul alive or dead who knows and yet somehow you do." He vocalized. "See, I've been formulating ideas and nothing came up. Until...I remembered something." He nodded and stood in front of her. "This one female I raped. By domme mommy's orders of course." He remarked sarcastically. "She was a werewolf-witch as well. I might have been the first, but there were others who came after. See, she was my mother's servant. She thought she'd be doing housework, that sort of thing. Well, my mother had other thoughts for her. It wasn't hard to lure her into the cellar due to female trust and all. Once she got there, well, that's when her job really started." He explained, observing her closely. "She died of malnourishment, being locked in that cellar, and all those gruesome sessions without proper time to heal." He went on. "But that isn't quite true is it? It seems she found a way to fake it and when she was dumped; she made a run for it. Sounds about right?" Niklaus questioned her. "It seems she also took on a whole new look, created an identity, and found a way to mask her actual scent. Witches I tell you. They're quite tricky." He got closer and whispered in her ear. "Aren't they, Helena?"

As if nothing happened, he stepped back and looked in her direction with a smile when he realized her paralyzed expression. "Stay away from Hope if you know what's good for you, love."

For the first time in a thousand years, she was terrified. Terrified of someone. Of him. I shoulda never messed with that god damn third-breed daughter of his. I didn't expect she'd talk to him about that. This girl is gutsier than I gave her credit for. But now it came to bite me in the ass. Real hard. Not like I haven't had anything up in there anyway...Shilah sighed, finding an isolated area in the woods, so no one would see her weak state. She sat on the mossy ground pulling her knees close to her chest and placing her head between her knees. She thought she could keep those memories locked, thought she would have never been found out, thought she could live a new life. When she heard Niklaus was in New Orleans, she stayed as far away from him as possible, but when she realized he didn't recognize her, she stopped hiding. I shoulda never been so cocky. I just wanted to stir him up a lil. Well what am I gonna do? Pack up? Leave? She questioned. No. No. I will not. He can leave. But I won't. I'm done hiding. There's nothing to be scared about. Fuck him. Oh wait, done that. To hell with him. Better. Shilah asserted, as she picked her head up and looked over the lake at the dawn sky, signaling it was about to be morning time. Why should he have any affect on me now? He didn't have any affect on me before he realized it was me, so why now? Is it because he knows me now? Well, who cares! Isn't it much better now? Because now he'll know who he's truly messing with. The girl he had to rape until it stopped being considered rape. Stockholm Syndrome they call it now. We were infected with that disease. The girl his momma tortured countless times. Now that witch bitch had nothing. The only disease she was infected with was her own existence. But he's no better than her. Not anymore. Shilah stood up and smiled. "Today is a new day. A chance to start fresh. So I will. Welcome back, Helena. It's time to work again." She declared as she snapped her fingers removing the mask she spelled on herself all these centuries.