Endgame ? Sweet but Psycho

"Once upon a time, there was a wolf king who fought a war for the most precious treasure in all the kingdom... his beautiful little princesses. But, victory came at a price. Allies lost, new enemies made. And so, the wolf king stood alone before all of his foes. His eldest princess turned her back on him out of pain and insecurity, conspiring against him, plotting his downfall so she could take the crown for herself. There will be another chapter in our story, Hope. I won't allow it to end here.."

February 19, 2014

New Orleans, Louisiana 

Marcel's Loft 

Poppy turned in bed onto her back, kicking off the blankets in her sleep. Her skin glistened with beads of sweat, and her breathing was uneven, exhausted and hinting at pain. The moonlight shined on the floor, and partially on the bed. The outline of Marcel's body turned when the blankets were kicked off of the both of them, and he sat up to pull them back up, but when he heard her breathing he stopped and looked at her. 

"Poppy?" He asked groggily. "What's wrong?" He frowned and rubbed his eyes. "Poppy?"

His little sister turned her head the slightest bit and brought her fingers to her eyes when she woke up, rubbing them. "Marcel..." She then dropped her hand to the pillow and kept her eyes closed. She definitely didn't feel good. She had an infection, tiny micro organisms were growing inside of her where Elijah had stabbed her with a stick he found near the bridge. 

Her brother sat her up, frowning guiltily when she whimpered in pain, and he leaned her back against his chest. Poppy let her head lean back onto her shoulder, her cheek pressed against it. "I've got you," he said, biting into his wrist and holding it in front of her mouth. 

Poppy's face transformed, and her fangs grew out. She bit into his wrist and began to feed from him, feeling better by the second. Marcel moved his wrist away and rubbed her arm, his free hand holding hers. He loved his little sister, he watched her grow up. He hated when she was in pain, especially if the pain was dealt by her own family, by their family. With the hand that was rubbing her arm, he brushed her curls from her face. Marcel could tell she was about to fall asleep, so he laid down, holding her close.

And then soon the sun rose above the horizon, and it was time to crack down on defeating the Mikaelsons. 

If she was being completely honest, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, she wanted to take down her father and his siblings. She loved them, but they hurt her countless times, and others such as Marcel, her dear brother. 

Poppy also had a deep desire to be a ruler, to be queen, to show superiority. She wanted the crown for herself, so she could make her own changes to the kingdom at her feet, to make it safe for her daughter, for her husband, for those she loved. 

Even if that meant killing her family. 

New Orleans, Louisiana 

The Mikaelson Compound 

The tension was high, adrenaline was pumping. The vampires wanted nothing but revenge. 

The heels of Poppy's red shiny pumps clicked against the cold floor as she walked down the pathway in a crowd of vampires towards the middle, where Klaus, Kol, and Elijah stood in confusion. She flicked her dark brown curls behind her. 

Poppy smirked, the corner of her red lips tilted upwards. "Surprised?" She asked, folding her arms over her black tube top and red leather jacket.