Captured - Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Captured - Chapter Seven

We wandered around the village, I was trying to figure out what we had to do. I felt as if I knew this spell beforehand, the whole idea of it all-almost as if she was here with us watching to see if her warrior was still the smart, ruthless monster from the beginning.

I remember that the village I had burnt down wasn't too far away and we could make it there in a flash of time, with my knowledge of the location, if only I was fully aware of my power when I was younger. I told Niklaus to follow me as he watched everyone and everything, it felt as if it was only yesterday. Niklaus and I sped to the destination of where one of my old homes were, just looking at it made my eyes water.

The homes of many that once stood were all ashes in individual piles, the paralysed bodies that had taken me in as if I was one of theirs were scattered along the ground, the atmosphere screamed death with the depth of the surroundings.  The    usual     sound     of      the    roots    growing,    the      leaves   blowing,    the   snap    of    a      twig   to   indicate          life,             they were      all      gone     and     instead the    air    was   filled    with    an   eery                
silence.

It was all gone, it was all my fault.

My feet shuffled towards the ashes, feeling my feet sink as well as my heart. If I had just controlled my power, if I had just... died. Children, mothers, men, they all fell at my hand- my hands that had so much blood on them I could not see a speck of my skin. For this memory was bittersweet, maybe meeting Niklaus was fate and had I not have lost my best friend to these villagers, I may have not met Klaus...

The sound of leaves being crushed from the woodland caught my undying attention, my neck snapped in the direction of the gentle sound. A figure was stood there, warily peeping her head through the trees, looking upon the village, tearful eyes. Her life, her home, her family had all been slaughtered, all for what? A young girl who thought she could contain the inevitable power that would eventually and evidently become too much for her, with the immense power she experienced- no she suffered from shattering baggage that would someday destroy her completely, that young, naive girl being me. Klaus came over cautiously, placing his hand upon my shoulder giving me the reassurance I needed as I watched the young girl.

Shifting my gaze to look up as tear tears dangerously pricked my eyes, threatening to be released and as the half-hearted heart-crushing laugh came from my lips, I looked around and saw the irony of the moment. The girl was my best friend who I had thought I had witnessed die, in a reaction, I burnt the village that I thought killed the girl I had cared and nurtured for and in return, she helped me make peace with my wolf gene. The terror on her face as she walked around just I did after the realisation of what I had done, the villagers - that had sent her to the edge of the wood the intention for her to be executed - were displayed across the floor in black dust that blew with the earth.

"Don't you see, Klaus? This is my torture, I did all of this... I murdered them all," I said turning to him, my posture broken as my eyes showed the story that was displayed behind me. His head peeked over my shoulder, he shook his head slightly.

"No... Y/n, you realise your actions are no better than anyone. Look at the vampires, the witches, the werewolves and even the humans! Every kind, every gene, every being have that dark solvent except some are more concentrated than others, we water them down with facades and personalities that are not true. Once you learn to accept the solvent, you accept the baggage, you accept yourself, then you will be your strongest self." Klaus ended wit his famous smirk as he cupped my cheek, searching my glazed eyes to see my reaction.

"What if I don't want to be the strongest? What gain will it give me to be able to overpower others-" 

"I think you misunderstood my dynamics, dear Y/n, you will be the strongest, not in the way you interpret, you will be your most strong-minded self. The fact that you do not take it into consideration shows me you think you are incapable of being stable," his other hand made its way to the top of my head, caressing my hair in a comforting manner, my eyes shut momentarily feeling the familiarity of the situation and wishing I knew more about this man that I once did. Taking in his words and yet I knew he was right, I just couldn't help but feel tied down to this memory, tied down to the many victims I had mercilessly taken down without a second thought.

Although that spark of hope soared through me, Klaus's words were like a small lightbulb in a dark yet small room, although the light itself was small the power it was given gave it enough light to fill the entirety of the room, giving me the valuable vision or slight dedication to finding my way out of the darkness. 

Looking around, I set my eyes on the village. Raising my hands slightly, tilting my head up slightly as I closed my eyes- focussing on the ground and the earth, on the ashes, the trees, the vines. I began to chant, "contrarium, ut favilla contra, lignum, lignum vitae, sed potest non mutare mundi, dona defunctis pacem." As the words left my lips, the ashes began to mould as reverse, the roots building up from the ground creating life, the village being mended. Wishing for the deceased to be in peace now, feeling their soul's presence vanish into what I hope to be tranquillity. Klaus stood behind me, watching with intensity but pride.

A/N Hello, I am writing this on frigging New Years, damn, this was written through the beginning of a new decade aha. I'm honestly in such a mind fart moment whether or not I'm going to publish any of these. *Yet again nervous laughter*.

Happy New Years, everyone, 2020 will hopefully be a good year for us all.