The secret Mikaelson child

Another lie, Another story

"What the hell happened tonight?! What the hell was that just now?" I snapped back at her

"Why were you out in the quarter at this time?"

"I was riding my bike home and got a flat."

Mum eyed me up and down before shaking her head "where were you?"

"I was with Benji, where else would I be?" I shook my head and put my hands up confused as to why she hasn't asked me about the attack and if I'm okay, I know James said I was fine but isn't it a mother's instinct to always worry about their kids?"Don't you want to know what happened?"

She looked at me and started to bite her upper lip, she always did that when she was either nervous or trying to hide something, I noticed when I was younger and asked about our family and she would try to lie to me about it. "U-uh yeah, but tomorrow, you've been through enough tonight." 

She started to walk away before I called out "you know your friend Marcel knew him right?" My voice started to become hoarse, memories of what happened coming back and my eyes started to submerge with water, "yeah, he erm, he called me dinner, the freak not Marcel. You know what he did next mum?" Her back was still facing me, but she stood there frozen with her head sunken low. "He bit my neck... then as if that wasn't enough he licked the blood that fell down all the way to my collarbone." My voice started to break, words were becoming harder to come out as I started shaking, I could feel small beads of sweat trailing down my face, my whole body started to heat up, I don't know if it was fear of what happened and if it could happen again, or anger, anger that my mum is hiding something from me and maybe putting me in harms way because of it. "Then, then Marcel tore him from me... a-an-and when I looked at him... h-he was dead mum. He was dead."

"A man attacked me and then was killed in front of me and you don't care!?" I screamed at her, my tone was sharp and hurtful, I could see her shudder as I screamed at her. It was a low blow. I hit her where it hurts. She turned around to face me, her face was swollen, her cheeks were tinted a fiery red and her eyes were bloodshot, her tears stained her eyes all the way down to her white silk shirt, she started walking towards me. Her hand was held out towards me, I eyed it confusingly, what did she want me to see? It was then that she opened her palm and blew the yellow dust in my face.

And then... it was dark... dark and cold. Nothing more.

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I woke up in my bed then next morning , some memories from the previous night were floating around in my head but in a scattered order. I brushed it off, still dazed and confused. How did I get to my bed? I don't even remember walking into my room.

I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was a mess. I used my detangler brush to tame my curls and set the shower, I hopped in and stood under the shower head. Steam started to fill the room. I lathered myself in my vanilla pink orchid shower gel and started to scrub vigorously, I don't know why but it felt like I had to wash away the touch or feel of something, I looked down and noticed the water changed colour to a slight orange, it wasn't my time of the month so I crossed that off, my arm went of it's own will and raised up to touch a spot on my neck. The minute I touched it I had a flashback of something that happened to me only, I didn't remember it, besides it was brief it lasted only six seconds, but I saw a man bite me and get pulled away. I stop washing myself and stood still, eyes wide trying to figure out what it meant. I brushed it off as a memory of a bad dream and moved on to wash my hair with my coconut and hibiscus shampoo and conditioner. It wasn't wash day but it felt like my hair needed some pampering.

I got out of the shower and started to get ready. I wanted to see Benji so that maybe he could help me understand what happened last night. I threw on a pair of low rise light blue denim distressed jeans with a black one shoulder crop top. I gelled down my curls into a low ponytail and styled my edges. Grabbing my black vans I reached for my cross body bag and threw in my keys, phone and headphones. I went downstairs and could hear my mum in the kitchen. I could sense something was off, she was baking. Mum hated baking. She only did it as a form of an apology for me when we used to argue. I sat down at the table as she handed me a slice of my most favourite treat in the world. Chocolate chip, banana and strawberries cake. I glared at the slice suspiciously then I looked up at her. Something wasn't right here.