07 | Mikaelson Blood

Hope

You're not a Mikaelson if have not shown how damaged you are. You're not a Mikaelson if you haven't betrayed anyone. You're not a Mikaelson if you have not loved too much, it hurts.

That's what I've learned about being a Mikaelson throughout the years that I've existed. I've done all three.

And I've proven that I've done all of them in one single night.

"Andrea!" Tony's voice finally pushed through the high-pitched ringing in my ears which caused me to snap back to reality.

The pain in my chest is still there, as well as the tears that gathered in my eyes. But I was more grounded than I was a few seconds ago.

"You just shook the whole damn venue!" He whisper-yelled.

My eyebrows furrowed at his statement, confused, until I looked around to see the people around us disoriented and scared. The shelves where the bottles of liquor previously sat were now almost empty and covered in shattered glasses. And me? Well, I think I look more broken than anything and anyone in this venue.

"Excuse me." I simply whispered, though loud enough for Tony to hear me before I walked right past him and towards what I hope is the lady's comfort room.

Ironically, there is nothing comforting in the comfort room. I was greeted with a disheveled reflection of myself. My cheeks are tear-stained, my hair is slightly messed up, and my mascara is already beginning to smudge.

I went to the sink and turned the faucet on to wash my hands. I thought that a little water could calm me. But it only made my blood run even colder as the image of my father once again popped in my mind.

I haven't thought of going looking for my family for the past few days that I was here. It never even crossed my mind. How would I know that the world is so small during this time that with the many other countries and states he could go to, he was here.

I need help. I can't face this alone.

"Hey." I looked on the mirror to see Tony going into the restroom. As much as I appreciate him checking on me, this is the lady's restroom.

"You're not supposed to be here, Tony." I said as I turned the faucet off and dried my hands.

He simply shrugged as he went further into the room. "I needed to see if you're alright."

"I'm fine." I lied. I'm far from it.

"Doesn't look like it." He said. "For some reason, you had a breakdown."

I gripped the sink and simply lowered my head as I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. But closing my eyes only worsened things because my father's image is what I saw again, clad in his fancy tuxedo with his dirty blonde hair swept and slightly curly. His eyes sparkling in mischief and his smirk carrying whatever diabolical plan he has.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" I almost jumped when Tony's voice was nearer than before.

I lifted my head and opened my eyes and saw him through the mirror, already standing close beside me.

"I'd rather not." I answered.

I sighed and brought my hands to my face, running them up to brush my fingers through my hair, all while I stared at the sink. I focused on my breathing, drawing deep, equal breaths. I watched from my peripheral vision as my chest rose and fell.

But calming myself down was interrupted when I felt a pinch on my neck, like someone pricking a needle. Following it was the familiar burning sensation of a toxin I know is vervain.

With a gasp, I look up to see Tony with a syringe filled with vervain, pushing every liquid into my veins.

Surprised by what he had done, I pushed him away too hard, causing him to crash on one of the doors of the cubicle.

I tried to take a step but the vervain was already trying to weaken my system, causing me to tumble over and fall to the ground. I hissed in pain, feeling how the toxin traveled deeper into my system, worsening my condition.

I looked behind me to see Tony just getting up, recovering from how I pushed him away. His eyes landed on me with a gaze I don't recognize.

"Tony, what are you doing?!" I said as I staggered back while on the floor.

"Let me explain in just three words." He said as he neared me. "I'm not Tony."

His foot made contact with my jaw when he kicked me, causing me to flip over, my face nearly touching the tiles. I felt a blood in my mouth at the contact and I spat it out before flipping over and facing him again.

I saw a ring in his middle finger, and by the looks of it, it contains an illusion spell. If he's not Tony, then I think it's safe to say that the person in front of me is Ryan Clarke. Which means I can hurt him.

"Phasmatos Ossox." I chanted with a lift of my hand before flicking, the leg on his bone snapping as it mimicked my hand.

A scream erupted from Clarke's throat as he kneeled his good knee on the floor, his hands flying to his other leg. His face scrunched up in pain and even though I knew that that is not the real Tony, it still bothered me that he's wearing his face.

I heard the loud beating of his heart like a war drum, thrashing rin cage as the pain overrode his whole system. I took this as an opportunity to disable him more.

"Ictus." A mutter of that one word and it sent Clarke flying towards the opposite wall, his body thumping against it before dropping to the floor with another scream leaving his lips.

With that, I sprinted out the door. I don't care if the clueless guests will see a blur of a person or feel the whoosh of the wind as I pass by, I just need to get out of here.

In just a blink of an eye, I'm finally at the private parking lot where the fancy guests' vehicles are parked. I looked behind me as I walked, limping, might I add, checking if Clarke was still after me before sprinting again. But this time, I crashed onto another figure.

"Woah!" His voice suddenly alarmed me.

I staggered backwards and saw Tony, or rather, Clarke in front of me. I don't plan on wasting any more time for him to come after me again and so I cast another spell.

"Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum." I muttered the incantation as I catched my breath.

Another scream escaped his lips while he clutched his head, kneeling on the floor because of the agonizing pain from the aneurysm spell I used.

"Son of a bitch, that hurts, Andrea!" He screamed.

For some reason, that tone of his voice was more familiar to me than when I encountered Clarke inside. I took a look at his finger and saw no ring that resembled the spelled one Clarke was wearing.

Holy crap, I'm hurting Tony.

"Oh, God!" I stopped the spell and Tony let himself collapse to the floor with a groan, his chest heaving up and down.

"I know I'm annoying, but I didn't know I was that annoying." He grunted as he tried to focus on chasing the pain away.

"Is that really you, Tony?" I asked.

He looked at me with that absurd look on his face while he tried to stand up.

"No, I'm Snow White's eight dwarf, Snarky—Of course, it's me! What the hell are you talking about?!" He retorted.

Yeah, that's Tony.

I looked behind me to check if Clarke had caught up with us but there was only me and Tony in the parking lot. I made my way towards Tony and placed his right arm around my neck while I held him up with my left arm.

"We need to get out of here." I said.

Hurrying towards the car was slightly harder than I thought considering the vervain that has corrupted my veins, weakening my body. But we managed to get in the car just fine and considering the pain I put Tony through, I took the keys from him and drove ourselves out of here before Clarke could come up with another trick with me still not in my best shape.

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"You thought I was Clarke?"

I was sitting in the living room with still the dress on and my heels sprawled across the floor. Tony was standing across from me with one hand clutching his head as I explained to him why I accidentally hurt him.

"He had an illusion ring and pretended to be you when I was in the restroom." I explained, but that seemed to confuse him even more because after that statement, he scrunched up his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.

"You thought I was perverse enough to peek into the women's restroom?" He asked, sounding offended.

"No, I thought you were thoughtful enough to come check up on me despite me being in the women's restroom." I corrected.

The visible clench of his jaw and the way he looked away caused me to do the same. The silence was swallowed the room was heavy. Normally, such peace would be a gift when around Tony. But right now, I just wanted him to talk.

I glanced at him again to see him still clutching his head, grimacing as he did. I guess he still has a headache from the aneurysm spell I did earlier. Thankfully, I stopped it before it got worse.

I grabbed the clean crystal glass on top of the coffee table and brought my right wrist towards my mouth. With a pinch of my fangs into my skin, I felt the veins under my eyes pulse and my vision dim down. I pulled away to pour some of my blood into the glass before the wound closed up.

"Drink this." I told him.

When I looked at him, I found him already staring at me with a wrinkled forehead and a suspicious stare.

"You want me to drink your blood?" He clarified, still looking as if he's going to puke at any moment.

"Vampire blood can heal people." I elaborated.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna drink that." He refused.

Now, I've confirmed it. His stubbornness is what's going to kill him.

I set the glass down on the table with a thud in annoyance before sliding over to one side of the couch, moving the skirt of my dress to have a vacant spot beside me.

"Come here."

"I said I'm not going to drink that—"

"Yes, I heard you. I'm just going to use a damn healing spell so get over here."

He looked at me suspiciously before making his way over to the couch and finally sitting beside me. His knee brushed against my leg and it slightly caught me off guard, causing me to move away again.

"Are you sure you're not going to try and melt my brain again?" Tony asked.

I guess I finally scared him.

"Don't worry, I scheduled that for when I take my leave."

"Andrea."

"I'm kidding. Now, shut up. I need to focus."

I placed my hands gently on both sides of Tony's head before I closed my eyes. While I muttered the incantation under my breath, I kept getting distracted with how soft his hair was. I had to repeat the incantation three times to get it right, which was why it took longer than it should.

I opened my eyes and saw him staring. I thought that if si stared back, he'd get uncomfortable and look away. But instead, he held my gaze.

"What happened back there, Andrea?" He finally asked.

I was waiting for him to ask me that since the ride back here. I know he has a lot of questions and I also know that given his nature, he won't stop until he has gotten answers.

And I'm going to give them...just not all of them.

"A thousand years ago, a mother wished to protect her family from harm. But unlike any other, her ways were...much more complicated. She was a witch. A powerful one at that." I said, lowering my gaze to my hand as I fiddled with my fingers.

"She upset nature's balance by casting a spell upon her family. They were granted incredible strength, speed, and immortality. It was supposed to be for protection only, but, when someone upsets the balance, there's always consequences."

Telling this story like it's not about my family doesn't sit right with me. It felt heavy and for some reason, deafening. Like in a few seconds, I'd hear another series of high-pitched ringing.

"The sun burns them, vervain is toxic to them, and most of all, they are burdened with an insatiable hunger. And with that, the first generation of vampires was created. The Original Family." I explained.

I look up at Tony to see him drawing a deep breath as he tightened his jaw.

"Let me guess, Klaus Mikaelson is a part of that family." Tony assumed.

I simply nodded at Tony as an answer.

"But that's not why you had a panic attack earlier." Tony guessed again.

I stared at him as I thought of an appropriate lie. Though, is there an appropriate lie?

"My parents and my uncle died because of the Mikaelson family." I responded with my head down, unable to make eye contact as I told such a ridiculous lie.

It wasn't entirely a lie, though. Their love for family was what killed them. At least, that's what I like to tell myself to sleep better at night instead of constantly blaming myself for their deaths.

Because it is my fault.

I brought my mom into a situation that got her killed. My dad sacrificed himself to protect me, and my uncle died with him because I took away his one purpose to live.

"I'm sorry." Tony said.

I looked up to see sympathy in his eyes. With that, I had to look away as I felt the guilt of lying eat at my conscience.

"Me too." I just said.

I need to change the topic before I say something more that I would regret.

"The Originals are dangerous. They're unkillable and the most feared beings in this world. It's best if we avoid them." I advised him.

Tony simply nodded.

I swallowed hard before standing up and decided to walk out of the room and rest in my bedroom.

"Good night, Spunky." I heard Tony say.

I halted my steps and a small smile tugged on my lips. Without sparing him a look, I responded.

"Good night, Snarky."

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