WIP WEDNESDAY
[looking over The Little Wolf]
Me: You know what this needs? A dash of ANGST!
[grabs the angst glitter and accidentally drops the whole jar all over it]
Me: Oops
Me: ...
[cackles evilly anyways]
“I can’t feel my magic,” Kol gasped, hysterical. “Why can’t I feel my magic?”
It was the first thing Niklaus heard when he woke.
That, and the steady beating rhythm, slowing with each moment, a constant repetition of da-dum, da-dum.
He blinked his eyes open to see Mikael knelt down next to Rebekah, holding the bloody wrist of an empty-eyed girl, not much older than Rebekah herself. She looked awfully pale in the candlelight and the blood…
Niklaus couldn’t stop staring at the blood. The steady beat in his head, that constant da-dum, da-dum, was familiar now - the beat of a heart.
“Drink!” Mikael snarled, shoving the bloody wrist in his sister’s face. “DRINK!”
Rebekah cried out, terrified at what was happening, and Niklaus watched as fangs burst free from her gums, her eyes bleeding red. Then she was attacking the girl’s wrist, greedily gulping down the blood dripping out of her.
Slowly, Niklaus pulled himself up to a sitting position, crawling over to the slumped over girl. Mikael wasn’t focused on him, instead muttering assurances to Rebekah, urging her to drink, just a little more. He just wanted to get a little closer. As if entranced, he arrived beside the dying girl, staring down at the blood smothered all over her skin. He took her hand in his, raising her arm so he could see better. Unable to pull away, he stared at it, listening to the heart as it lazily pumped blood through the body, trickling through the veins. Sharp fangs erupted from his own gums, piercing through the flesh, and Niklaus could hold back the hunger no longer, lurching forward to sink his teeth into the girl’s wrist.
The ambrosia hidden in her veins tasted divine, even through his own haze of horror.
There was a roar of fury and suddenly Niklaus was yanked back, torn from the girl’s arm and thrown to the floor.
“Did I say you could drink, boy?” Mikael snarled, looming over him with his own fangs bared. Niklaus recoiled back, but soon became distracted by the blood on his fingers, staring at them in fascination before hesitantly licking one clean, greedily licking the rest soon after. Frustrated, Mikael whirled around, gaze landing on his brother instead.
“Elijah!” Mikael grabbed the frozen young man, hauling him towards the girl Rebekah had yet to pull away from. “Drink, complete the transition,” he ordered.
Elijah shook his head, trying to back away from the “I don’t-”
“DRINK!” Mikael roared.
Elijah drank. The girl’s heartbeat slowed, her breathing becoming shallow. Niklaus couldn’t focus on anything else, slowly wiping more blood up from the floor and licking it from his hands.
Da-dum, da-dum.
Da-dum…da-dum.
…Da-dum.
…
Silence.
“What is this madness?” Rebekah whispered in horror when the girl laid in Elijah’s lap had laid dead for far too long, all her blood drained dry.
It was then that Niklaus looked around, noticing the other bodies littering the floor, bodies Kol, Finn and Mikael had drained, their mouths still bloody from the carnage.
“Tonight, we are all reborn,” Mikael declared, rising from his knees. “Your mother has granted us the gifts of the gods.”
Niklaus, along with his siblings, all turned to their mother, who he now noticed stood at the edge of the room, warily watching them all. Fed the scraps of his siblings' meals, Niklaus wondered if his mother’s heartbeat had always been that loud, or if the hunger in him was just too great.
“What did you do?” Finn breathed, staring at their mother with wide, betrayed eyes.
“Finn, it was for your own good-” Esther began to say, reaching for Finn. He flinched backwards, glancing between their mother and father in dawning horror. “-I can not lose any more of you-” she tried to plead.
Finn shook his head, staggering away, and Esther followed, calling his name, pleading with him to listen. They disappeared further into the house.
“I can’t feel my magic,” Kol said again, voice cracking, as if he had not heard a word of what their father had said before. He used the meal table beside him to haul himself to his feet, raising a shaking hand towards the blown out candle sitting upon the wood. “Ljós.”
The candle in front of him remained unlit.
His expression twisted then, a mess of despair and rage, bursting out of his throat in a bellow of raw agony. The walls didn’t shake and the candles didn’t flare, their house motionless in the face of his pain. Forcing his hand, he leapt forward, physically throwing the table over himself and scattering the unlit candles onto the floor, the wax cracking on impact.
Immediately after, he crumpled to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut, fury gone, curling himself around his knees as his chest heaved with broken sobs.
“Kol!” Rebekah choked, crawling over to his side, her own tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to comfort him the best she could, hugging him to her chest, looking over his shoulder at Elijah and Niklaus, pleading for aid.
Niklaus could not find any words to say. Elijah was too busy staring in horror at the blood on his hands to notice.
@crimsonlyinglilly whose headcanon inspired me for this scene)
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