Endgame ? Sweet but Psycho

4. in another life

She tilted her head as the black veins spread up her neck, and she let out a breath, feeling euphoric. She then tilted it back to normal. She looked at her hands, feeling powerful, like she was bigger than her body. Poppy tapped into her demons, knowing they'd make her stronger. She felt cold, but not physically. She felt dark, and she didn't mind it. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you again." She looked back at him, and he looked amused. 

"That kind of magic is dangerous, Poppy. You wouldn't want the baby to get hurt, right?"

Poppy raised an eyebrow. "As if you'd care. I mean you did just kill two babies and their mother, your twin." Wind began to pick up inside the venue. "You think you're crazy, Kai? You clearly haven't met me yet." 

The now-heretic no longer seemed amused. 

"I mean, it's in my DNA!" She exclaimed over the now quite noisy wind. "You killed Jo, the babies, you're own family! You hurt Bonnie, Elena.." Poppy moved her arms away from her body. "You hurt me, you could've hurt my baby!" 

Kai took a step back as her face transformed, her eyes glowing blue with a hint of gold. 

"You crossed way too many lines, and now it's time for someone to put an end to you for good. You may be a monster, Kai, but I'm your worst nightmare!" With a thrust of her hands, Kai gasped, a hole beginning to be torn in his chest and neck. The wind picked up even more as he screamed. 

Poppy furrowed her eyebrows, putting more energy into her magic, crying out as she did. She knew the energy was dark, and awful, but she stuck with it. The hole in his chest became deeper, blood pouring out, staining the white part of the tux. His neck was even worse. Beneath his skin he began to burn, his veins glowing red.

"DIEEE!!!" Poppy screamed over the wind, and with the final burst of energy, Kai's head was torn off of his body, and it fell to the floor as his heart flew into Poppy's hand. 

The wind stopped when his body hit the floor, and she dropped the heart. Her hair fell to her shoulders, sticking to lipgloss. 

"We chose heads." The hybrid stated as Damon vamped in and knelt next to Bonnie, who seemed shocked that he returned. 

"You think I was gonna leave you all alone, huh?" Damon asked the witch softly, biting into his wrist and feeding her. "No way. I'm not out of nicknames for you yet." He picked her up gently and turned to Poppy, who turned around. He watched the black veins fade, and her eyes returned to normal. He observed Kai's splattered all over her, adding to the blood she already had on her. 

Letting out a breath, she pulled the hairs off of her lip gloss. 

Damon looked worried, and scared. "Poppy-" 

"Go." She whispered.

Poppy watched as Damon left the venue with Bonnie, and when they were gone she looked at the bodies, and the blood, and the destruction. She assessed what she had done, how bad she let herself get. What would her dad think of her? What would Silas think of her? The darkness she felt, that felt like the ghost, it felt like Dahlia. The darkness lingered, but she knew she was not the darkness. She was better than that, at least that's what she told herself. She had become her own nightmare. 

Poppy stood there for ten minutes in silence, in thought. Snapping out of it, she realized her hands had become sweaty, and she was shaking. She felt cold, physically, and like she wasn't getting enough air. Her heels clicking against the floor, she walked to a chair and sat down, and laid the side of her head on her arm, which rested on the table. She closed her eyes. 

Get up. The hybrid thought to herself, and she did. Poppy grabbed onto chairs for support as she walked out of the destroyed venue, trying to keep her eyes open. Keep moving. Oh god, I feel so sick. She held her arms out as the world around her spun and turned sideways, as she had fallen to the grass. She reached her arm out in front of her face, feeling the grass beneath her fingers. Get out of here, get up..why am I so weak? She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.