Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

22|Misunderstood

|nora's pov|

I felt my body shoot forward, and I sat completely up, gasping for air. I could feel that the sleeping spell had worn off, and my head snapped over to my left when saw a magic-less witch copying my movements. I moved my legs from off of the couch, and onto the carpet, as Davina shuffled to stand up from her place on the floor.

"You're alright." I felt an arm around my shoulder, and smiled in relief when saw that it was Klaus. I leaned into his touch for a little bit.

"How are you feeling?" I looked up to see Elijah walking over to me, and Rebekah sat in one of the chairs. I nodded my head, and stood up from the couch. 

"Yeah, I feel fine." My head overlooked Elijah, and I smiled when Rebekah looked at me. "Thanks, Beks." She managed to get me, and Davina out of that creepy old witch hut by herself.

"You're welcome, but you should be thanking them." Her hands pointed to the two brothers, and I only pursed my lips. I was still irritated about their petty argument from earlier. I looked between them, and then awkwardness started to settle in.

"Davina, you have about five seconds to sever this link, or you'll regret it." Klaus's voice turned into a whisper, as he leaned in closer to her, and she stood her ground, looking at him.

"Even if I wanted to, I can't. Your girlfriend took my magic." I could tell she was salty about that. Klaus and Elijah's head slowly turned towards me, while my eyes scanned the coffee table. I picked up a random glass, and downed it, before speaking.

Scotch, and blood must've been Klaus's.

"I did that, after you tried to bind my werewolf side." His head snapped back at her in anger, and now she had nothing to say. Being a hybrid is another thing that me and Klaus have in common, I love all parts of me, equally. I-I could never just give one up.

"Because you're existence is an unbalance to nature!" Everything she said, seemed to get up under my skin.

"You know what, I'll sever the link my damn self." I stood up throwing my hands in the air, but stopped when I saw her shake her head in my peripheral vision.

"Awe, you can't break the link. I made sure of that." That was the last straw. I let my werewolf gene run its course, and I controlled it as my hand morphed into a paw with claws. I dug it into my neck, and I watched her wounds open up the same time as mine. I felt all eyes on me as she cried out in pain, using her hands to try to cover it, but instead they were covered in blood. By the time my hand went back to human form, my neck had healed up. She kneeled down on the floor, not being able to cope with the pain like me.

"Now it looks like the blood is on your hands." She merely looked up at me from her spot on the floor, and Elijah caught my eyes as he walked away from us.

"I'll call Freya." I nodded at him, and he stepped out of the room.

"It looks like you'll have to get new friends, I ate all of your old ones." Klaus sat down on the couch, and crossed his legs comfortably while looking at Davina. She stood off to the side with a sly smirk spread across her lips. She didn't say anything, only pulled out a tiny vile of a clear liquid. We could all smell what was from where we were, and I mentally curse Klaus for his smart comment. She unscrewed the lid, and I closed my eyes.

"Davina, if I feel so much as a burn on my lips, I will hear your limbs from your body." I started walking closer to her as my sentence went on, but Klaus stood up to intervene.

"Alright, that's enough." He stood in-between us, and I tried to let my anger subdue. 

"You're a fool to think you killed all of the witches. You should know, to always have backup. Kill me, and Marcel will kill you." She looked seventeen years old, and she was talking to me like I was a little kid. I watched the vile touch her lips, and I crippled in pain when I felt the burn go all the way down past my throat, to my stomach. She tried to drink it all, but Rebekah flashed in front of her, and snatched the vile from her hands, and the glass broke when it came into contact with the floor. Klaus kneeled down next to me, and I heard Elijah from behind me.