~Little Mikaelson~ [Book 1]

Chapter 39 ~ Oh Baby I

A/N: This is so terribly late, my life is like beyond hectic atm :( Also, the sticky note on my comp with the outline for this chapter, accidentally deleted.... So, yeah. Sorry that it's short!

Adriana's POV

Pacing wildly through the room, I much down on my finger nail. The strong smell of lavender and vanilla filling my nose, and I tug on the ends of my burnt blonde hair. The door opens and closes to the house, and turning I hurry to the entryway.

"Dad!" I exclaim, and run forwards hugging him tightly. He hugs me back with one arm, and looking down my eyes widen at the sight of his arm.

It is covered in tiny splinters, and his shirt and pants are burned and ashy. "Oh my god, dad! Come On, lets get you cleaned up." I say, taking his good hand and leading him to where the others are. 

Aunt Rebekah and Briar are helping everyone get fixed up, and they all look up and breathe a sigh of relief at seeing dad.

The stench of alcohol, peroxide, blood, and ashes is overwhelming. But everyone is too busy to notice, wooden chairs are stationed in a row with a tray next to it stacked high with medical equipment, and used rags and trays lay in messy piles.

"Aunt Rebekah, can you pass me a cloth, knife, bin, and tweezers please?" Turning to dad I gesture to a seat, "You, sit: And no, I'm not asking." My voice is like steel, and he doesn't bother to argue as he sits down, cringing at the pain radiating through his body.

Taking the tools from Aunt Rebekah, I kneel down beside him and gently take his arm in my hand and put it on the arm rest. "This might hurt." I say, and look down at the swollen healed up arm. It had swallowed up the splinters, but it can't absorb the wood. Taking the knife, I start at the top of the swollen arm and slice straight down and around it as well.

He lets out a low hiss, but stays still. "Sorry, sorry!" I exclaim, and wipe some of the blood off.

"Don't pretend your not enjoying this sweetheart." Dad says, and tries to relax back into his chair.

Smirking, I pick up the tweezers. "Okay, maybe just a little bit." He glances at me, his bright blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "I still can't believe that they managed to get to our house our personal house." Moving quickly, I yank out some of the splinters, dropping them down into the glass bin with a few clinks.

He doesn't respond, but by the look on his face he's shocked to. "Mom got out fine, she just has a few burns and cuts. Uncle Elijah got it the worst, he has really bad burns and a lot of splinters and glass and all that stuff, but Aunt Rebekah is helping him so he'll be fine. Everyone else is fine." I say, as I remove ten more splinters.

The skin on his arm keeps healing quickly, and I keep have to re-cut it to get out the rest of the wood. "How about you? Are you hurt?" He asks, and his voice is low and meaningful.

Hesitating briefly, I shake my head. "No, nothing serious." Scrubbing off the blood, the skin quickly heals, only leaving some blood stains in it's place. "There you go, all fixed up." Collecting everything, I put it all into a large bin before cleaning up the workplace.

"Thanks." He says, before standing up and heading over to where Briar is sitting and helping Uncle Elijah with a very stubborn piece of glass that is firmly set in staying in his shoulder.

After cleaning everything up, I slip out of the room before bounding up the ricketing wooden stairs, the floorboards creaking under my light feet. Turning to the third staircase, I find myself walking slowly up them, heading to my favorite room.

Standing outside of it, my heart leaps to my throat as my hand wraps around the brass handle. Swallowing hard, I turn the handle, letting the door creep open. The memories and the smell of old books floating outside, and capturing me up. Taking me back in time, to another time, another memory, and a better time...