His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 35

*10th Century, unspecified date in the month of January during the same time as the two previous events. This is set during midnight. Niklaus and Helena are both 16.

Helena sat there in the dark cellar, in a white gown, knees held to her chest, as her feet shivered due to the cold cement flooring. She wished she could leave, all she had to do was grab the wooden staircase, climb up, and open the cellar door, but it was useless, her ankles and wrists were bound to the ground in chains and shackles. There is no way out. No escape. How long will I have to continue going through this torment before I cease to exist? She sighed.

It's been a month since then. She doesn't remember the day it all started, but she made sure to count the days, if only to keep herself busy. Hopefully someone will pass by this neck of the woods. Hopefully. Helena thought, as she scratched the cement with her yellow stained, chipped, and bloody nails, marking how many days it's been so far. Just then, Helena heard a noise above. She wasn't sure if she was creating it in her head or not, so she ignored it. That is, until someone opened the cellar door.

Helena welcomed the small rays of sunlight that sprinkled across the cellar. She couldn't identify the person, it wasn't Esther, the footsteps were too calm. Helena grew nervous and anxious, fully aware of how vulnerable she was. They, no, he stood there for a second until he decided to walk over to her, and sit against the cement wall, keeping a good distance. Oh. It's just him. She remarked. He hadn't visited her ever since the incident. He's not the only one who had their genitals ripped apart. She scoffed. "What do you want?" Helena angrily whispered.

"To apologize." Niklaus uttered.

"I've already told you, no thank you. I do not need an apology. I need you to get me out of here. Now that is an acceptable apology." Helena bitterly muttered, turning her back to him.

"I cannot do that. I'm sorry. I truly am." Niklaus sighed, as he continued, "But you know the way my mother works by now. You know that if I let you go, she would hunt you down and she will find you. It's a useless request. Who knows what she will make us do after that." He softly spoke, he knew they had to keep their voices low.

As much as Helena hated to admit it, Niklaus was right. Esther is a highly skilled witch. There's no way she'd be able to escape successfully. This made her heart sink, the feeling of helplessness and despair increasing. She felt suffocated. She felt like dying. Mentally she was already decaying. Helena sat there quietly, resting her chin against her thighs.

Niklaus watched as the small determined spark left her eyes, it was as if you were staring into a dark gloomy abyss, devoid of any emotion. He felt some what guilty as if it was his fault. But that was nothing knew. He couldn't blame her behavior towards him. "I know you do not wish to talk to me, but we might as well make peace with one another instead of carrying more bitterness regarding our situation. She will only make it worse. She is doing this on purpose. She wants us to blame one another instead of her. We cannot let her win." He sternly replied.

"Niklaus, do you not understand the situation we are in? Or are you just blindly holding onto optimism? I am not stupid. I know what she is doing. No peace will exist until the enemy is dead. You know this. She will continue to put us against each other, making us our own worst enemy. Have you already forgotten what she made you do, what she made me do? What if it gets worse than that? No doubt it will! Which means she will win in the end. It's futile to believe otherwise. Now have you said everything you needed to say so you can get lost?" Helena sarcastically questioned, turning to face him.

"No, I am very aware of the situation we are in! Whether I'm being optimistic or not is irrelevant. If we know this torment will continue, why allow her to pit us against each other? You are freely handing it to her at this point. If we at least tried to get along, it could lessen the impact our punishments have on us." Niklaus suggested, looking at her. The dark gloomy abyss was gone, her eyes returned to the honey hue they normally had, with a hint of emotion he couldn't determine.