Enigmatic Fears: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {7}

Chapter 11: Amongst The High Rollers

~Grace POV~

Grace travelled down to the catacombs at the bottom of her house. She knew Henry would be getting bricked up and took a deep breath before preparing herself for what she knew she had to do.

"Not the best time for a visit...but I'll take what I can get." Grace smiled at her brother who beamed back at her with his winning grin.

"You busted me, jerk." She said before pulling him into a hug.

As she pulled away, she saw the terrified Henry and knew that her mother was right. Sentencing Henry to this life was wrong. But it was too late to take it back.

"Henry, you have no idea how sorry I am." She told him soberly. "I never meant for any of this to happen, I swear."

He stood there, every inch of him quaking as he desperately tried to break free. "You have to do what I say remember? So, you are gonna calm down and when you get out, I'll be here. And we'll be friends, best of friends, because only best friends can get through what we got through. And if you ever get scared, as long as you close your eyes and sing, you'll be at peace. Instantly."

She sat there, to keep him calm, as Marcel finished bricking him up in the garden. The two walked out together as Grace contemplated the horror she had cursed the poor boy with.

"That was really nice, what you did for Henry." Marcel told her, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"It's the least I could do." She murmured sadly. "But at least I can give myself a point."

"What?"

"It's this thing I've done ever since I was little, it's dumb really." She began. "I get a point when I do something nice, like follow the rules. And if I have a bad thought or lose my temper then I lose a point."

"Grace, honey, you can't put that kind of pressure on yourself." Marcel told her.

"My family sacrificed everything to save me." She told him, shaking her head dismissively. "I'm supposed to be with it. I have to be worth it. I mean, I'm supposed to better."

"You are worth it."

"Am I?" She asked him, tears welling in her eyes. "Because my dad thinks that I'm broken, and my mom thinks she failed me. And I've known for a long time that he doesn't love me anymore, but for the first time in my life, I really think she doesn't either."

"He might not have the words to tell you, but no matter what, your dad will love the very worst of you." Marcel assured her. "And our mom does not have it in her to do anything but love every damn molecule of you. And it's because they know that till the oceans are dust, you are worth every sacrifice. And, you are good. Full stop. Show me anyone who says otherwise, I'll eat 'em."

"Even if it's Elliott?"

"Especially if it's Elliott." Marcel teased. "He can see the future so he should have known better."

The two laughed and Grace wished she could tell Marcel just how deep Elliott's hatred of the Mikaelsons ran. But she knew what was on the line if she did.

He pulled her in for a hug and she chuckled again. "I'm okay, you don't need to –"

"No, this hug isn't for you, it's for me. I kinda needed it."

~Fiore POV~

I stood in the room where Grace had kept Hayley, wishing there was some sort of mistake, but I knew that there wasn't. I didn't even have the facial expressions to convey what was aching in my heart and I stood in front of my best friend's coffin, feeling the fear and smelling the blood that had been spilt.