Contingency~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 24: Posioned

~Renee's POV~

"What do you think we should do?" A voice faintly whisper-shouts at a distance. "Let her go? You know we can't do that!"

I can feel it. The surge of power that now runs through my veins. I can feel it pumping throughout my entire body before I completely come to. Like I am reliving my first death by how new all of this feels. I can sense the power, but I can not completely access the flame that faded the moment my neck was snapped. It is buried deep inside and out of reach no matter how hard I try to graze its glowing embers. My body has been too weakened for me to do so, along with the overbearing headache. Possibly from the snap of my neck, or because I have been dosed with that poisonous golden liquid. But there is something different about it this time. Mountain ash must have been an added ingredient. 

Slowly, my skin turns from a deathly palish-gray to my normal olive tone. I inhale sharply, feeling the familiarity of a mattress beneath my body. Lavender fills my nostrils, telling me I am in my room before I even open my eyes. But this scent is stronger, different. It's laced with other redolences and a few smells I would prefer to rid my apartment of.

"I'm not saying let her go," a girl responds. It sounds like Allison, but the pounding in my head is making it too difficult to focus on her voice. "I'm saying we don't know what she's capable of. She tried to kill Scott. We need a new tactic if we want to turn her emotions back on because we can't hold her forever."

Wonderful, an intervention is before me and I can't escape with how weak I am.

I peel my eyes open, instantly shutting them again to shield myself from the bright rays shining through the tightly closed blinds. My sight is different too. More sensitive to the light, but also better focus and enhancement on my surroundings. Everything seems clearer compared to what I have been used to for a thousand years. Adjusting my eyes to the light, I scan the room to find myself alone and a hiss escapes my lips at the pinching in my neck from the movement. I suppose there are some cons to this transition.

Suddenly, the conversation in my living room pauses, and footsteps echo as they move closer to my room. I turn my gaze to the door to find Isaac leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms and Allison standing behind him with a clenched jaw. She must be analyzing my every move as her eyes cast over me. She did state she was unaware of what I'm capable of, only proving she is the smartest of Scott's pack. Yet still incapable of understanding that crossing me can end in her death.

I glance back up to the ceiling, staring at the rough texture that is far more interesting than his scolding speech that is bound to roll off his tongue.

I may have run out of time, however, I got what I wanted. As a Mikaelson always does. Another day I can adjust to the rest of my transition, but for now, I will learn the power that I possess. I can pursue Scott another day if I have to wait. I have nothing but time.

"I'd ask 'what the hell were you thinking,'" He scoffs. "But you don't care."

"Finally," I sigh, my voice hoarse from the lack of blood my body needs to reenergize itself. "You are starting to understand. How long has it taken for you to come to that conclusion? A month?"

"Glad to see you still have a sense of humor."

I hum in approval, pleased to know I can get a rise out of him. He won't keep me weakened for long. He couldn't manage it the last time they attempted to place me in their solitary with Allison's father. If anyone is going to release me, it's him. His puppy-love is too strong for me that he won't last seeing me like this.