Mrs Mikaelson

Chapter 53

If there was one thing Nik had to love about his wife, it was her intelligence. He loved everything about her, make no mistake, but in this moment, he loved her intelligence with a burning passion. Because she had the intelligence to mark a tree or a rock every few metres with her blood, a smell Nik would always know like the back of his hand.

It was how he found his way to a warehouse a few kilometres trek from Davina's cabin. Nik had just walked inside armed with a makeshift stake of ordinary wood.

Mikael stood, waiting, the white oak stake in one hand and Papa Tunde's blade in the other, held under Isa's neck. Mikael held most of Isa's weight as she was barely conscious in his arms, her eyes fluttering as the blurry image of her husband stood before her.

"You're going to pay for hurting her," Nik promised, his expression dark as he pointed his stake at Mikael. Mikael just dropped Isa to the ground, the girl too weak to catch herself or fight back. Mikael had taken a hit before Nik had arrived, she was basically drunk dry. She needed blood and she'd need it soon.

"How sweet. The cur whines for its bitch," Mikael spat as he walked past Isa, a weapon in each hand. "I'll make sure to drain the rest of her right in front of your eyes, just before you burn."

Nik jumped, flying across the room and knocking down Mikael before they were both back on their feet, circling each other. As they fought, Isa began to haul herself forward, determined not to let her husband fight his biggest fear alone, but there wasn't much she could do as she managed to sit up and her head spun.

Nik was straddling Mikael, about to push the white oak stake into his chest when Mikael threw Papa Tunde's blade at Isa.

Even though his wife was immortal, he would never have her subjected to the torment of the blade, especially not in her current weakened state. Nik was a blur as he sped and caught the blade, the tip of it nicking Isa right between the eyes. But that moment had been enough for Mikael to take the white oak stake and impale it through Nik's heart.

"NO!" Isa screamed as adrenaline coursed through her. With no plan and no strength, she impulsively ran at Mikael as she threw herself on him. Her arms managed to twine around his neck, about to snap it before he reached behind him and pulled her over his shoulder. And he fractured her spine before letting her body crumple to the ground.

Isa was in too much pain to even scream as she became paralysed from the waist down, her legs dead weight as she watched Nik's body collapse to the floor as he began to desiccate. This was the second time Isa had seen the sight as tears welled in her eyes and her husband's skin turned grey as his body dried out and he lay dead. "No! No," she wailed as she tried to crawl towards him, her nails scraping against the concrete because if he died, then she was going to burn with - wait. Why wasn't he burning? Nik was dead. The stake pierced his heart and this was the real stake. So why wasn't he burning?

As if reading her mind, Mikael growled, "What aren't you burning?!" He walked towards Nik's body. "If you were dead, you would burn. Burn!"

It was then that both Isa and Mikael heard the sound of Davina and Kol chanting, casting the spell that bled the white oak stake of its magic and kept Nik alive, barely. Kol was doing this not just to make it up to Isa but because he also felt sorry for Davina. He was all too familiar with being tricked by Mikael's sharp tongue. He had to give the girl props though, because the cunning little witch was working on some sort of binding spell that would permanently kill both him and Esther. Kol was then sent by Mother Dearest to either kill the spell or kill the witch. He'd killed the spell but then the witch had almost killed him until he managed to persuade her that he could help save Nik and by extension, save Marcel. Which was how they ended up there as Mikael marched off to confront them.