Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

13|Psycho

|nora's pov|

I started to get frustrated when I kept blinking my eyes, and I still couldn't see anything. I didn't have the energy to move a bone in my body, so I had no other choice than to just lie there, trying to unblur my vision. I turned my head when I heard something, they sounded like footsteps. I was just confused, where was I? My vision came back after the sound got closer, and anger surged through my veins when my eyes focused in on the ground below me. How could I forget this familiar concrete, I remembered.

If I got a dollar for every time my neck's been snapped, I could buy myself a nice house overlooking a city that was actually worth fighting for. Not only did he snap my neck, but I felt fatigued, and like the epitome of shit.

No, this wasn't wolfsbane, that was more deadly to wolves. They've obviously been using vervain to keep me under, and in this moment I didn't know which one was worse. My mouth was dry, and my own heartbeat thumped in my ears, keeping a steady beat that I focused on.

"Thankyou, I appreciate it." That voice made me open my eyes wide, and I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw the blurry outline of a dark figure, but I didn't need to see him. I knew who it was by the sound of their voice. He was right in front of me, but that only confused me more. My head shot downward when I moved my arms, and they felt extra heavy.

Chains.

My eye twitched, even for the Mikaelsons this was dramatic. The bastard brought me back to New Orleans. I still laid on the floor and rolled my neck in irritation, partially to get rid of the freshly snapped feeling. It was the only thing I could do. The rest of my body was chain free, but the only thing that was on my mind was bloody, and killing these people.

"This doesn't mean anything, I just don't want a psychotic tribrid running around just as much as you. Call it a common interest." I chucked as much as I could, and licked my lips. Whoever was talking had a mouth on her, and I've been smelling her blood since I've gained consciousness. As soon as they heard me, all attention was my way.

"Psychotic..that's new." I slowly lifted my head, and my mouth only watered when my eyes landed on her, and for some reason she looked just like me too. I saw Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Freya all standing around me too, but I couldn't pay attention to them, not while I could smell her. I've been feeding off the walls for years, but the sudden diet change wasn't working well with my body.

I slowly stood up, as my hands dangled in front of me, I made eye contact with her for a second before feeling the veins web under my eyes, I couldn't control it.

I sped about three feet in front of me, and I furrowed my eyebrows in anger when I was shot back by an invisible force, and I landed back on the floor. I watched her flinch, but that didn't stop me. I flashed back up from the floor, and kept ramming my body against the boundary over and over again, until I didn't have energy to anymore. I could see and smell her, but I couldn't get to her, and I sure do hate a tease. I let the monster in me come out, and I opened my mouth exposing my fangs, shaking my head at her.

"Let me out!" I knew that she was the one who put the boundary spell up, I mean come on I have Freya's magic tucked away in my back pocket. I focused all of my attention on her with my hybrid eyes, and I growled. Her eyes went as wide as the moon, and she staggered backwards before running out of the compound. As soon as she was out of my sight, my face went back to normal and I was left with the rest of them. I hated being like this, out in the open. I felt like a caged animal on display.

"All of that anger you're feeling, you need to channel it." If I heard that bloody phrase one more time, I'll show them psychotic.

"I'll channel something." I raised my hand up to the barrier, and when the red glow didn't appear I felt the veins web under my eyes in anger, again.

"Put me in the same chains as Lucien did, now that's low." My voice lowered as I turned my back to them, and I cut Elijah off when he started to speak.

"Nora-"

"I mean why even bother turning my humanity back on, I'll never be able to forgive you for this regardless." I held my chained wrists up to them, and Klaus stepped forward.

"I'd rather you hate me while you're in your right mind." I smiled, and took a step closer without surpassing my limits.

"I don't think I'll be the one doing the hating. Because spells don't last forever, and when you try to get Freya's dear magic back I'll rip into her neck and feed until she begs for me to spare her life. I mean it's only payback for sending me into a dark magic coma because the little mortal wanted to be hero of the day." Watching her expression change was the only thing that could bring me any pleasure from behind this spell, so I damn sure was going to drag it out.

"Stop it! If you don't just turn your bloody emotions back on." Rebekah blurted, after looking at Freya's defeated expression.  My head snapped to the blonde, and I tilted my head looking at her.

"Oh Beks..." I tried to fake pout, but ended up smirking accidentally. "And I thought that we were friends, maybe to go as far and say you felt that sisterly connection." I drug my hands over the barrier in between me and them while I kept eye contact.

"But go ahead and call my bluff, your pretty little friend who's playing substitute witch will be dead."

"You always pick the crazy ones." Rebekah said looking at Klaus, before leaving with Freya.

"You need blood, you've been out for two days-" I didn't even want to look at Elijah right now, I felt like I was desiccating from the inside out, which I think is how it works.

"I haven't been out for two days, I've been vervained for two days. Could you do me a favor, and lower the dosage." I was mad, and the fact that I couldn't do anything about it made me rage. I sat back on the floor, with my back up against the imaginary wall, trying to conserve any energy that I had.

"Nora, we don't want to do this. But your a danger if your not in your right mind." I didn't look at him, but I did look when Rebekah came strutting towards me with a small cup in her hand. I could smell the blood, and my heart was beating for it. She set it on the outside of the boundary, and used her foot to kick it in. I quickly scavenged for the cup, and drank it as soon as I got my hands on it. But it wasn't enough, I needed more. I crushed the little plastic cup with my hands and I savored the last taste, and I realized what I was missing while trapped in here.

"I need more." I whispered as I felt my body come back to life.

"You know I can't do that." He almost sounded just as desperate as me. His back turned to face Elijah, and I kept my head down as I tried to control my hunger.

"Elijah, how long do we have to keep here in there."

"Until she decides to turn her emotions back on, until we can trust her."

"She has nothing to come back to, her friends are dead, her family is dead, we died." I almost felt sorry for them on the outside, rather than me stuck in here. Sentimental fools.

"Please, just a little more." I could tell that they weren't falling for the sad act as Rebekah walked back out of the room, and Elijah left with her. "I'll turn my emotions on if you give me some more." Some might say that it could be a shame how much I'm driven by blood, but It's in my DNA, I can't help it.

"Nice try." Klaus half smiled, as he walked past me. I slammed my body up against the barrier again, and growled at him.

"When I get myself free I'm going to kill you, and everyone you've ever loved." I saw everybody turn to look at me during the sudden outburst.

"I highly doubt you'll kill yourself." He walked away, and I was left all by myself to remember the girls face that put this spell up, so I knew who to kill.