Enigmatic Fears: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {7}

Chapter 67: Her Parent First

"You must be sick in the head!" I roared at Klaus as we headed back to the compound. "How dare you use my daughter as a weapon?"

"Our daughter." He corrected. "And it was to help her alleviate the whispers in her head!"

"By shredding every inch of her humanity?" I questioned.

"She is sick!"

"And I don't care!" I shot back. "That is no excuse to turn her into a magic nuclear bomb!"

"You are talking as if those people were innocents!" Klaus continued incredulously. "She vanquished her enemies, just as her parents would have done."

"And of course we are the epitome of proper childhoods!" I retorted. "She was supposed to be better than us! Elliott is already on a dark path and now you wish for Grace to follow. I will not have my daughter be like—"

I cut myself off as upon realisation that the end of that sentence was not productive, but Klaus already knew exactly how it ended.

"Like me, is it?" He finished with a look of hurt.

"You are leading our daughter to a life without humanity." I told him. "I won't let that happen to her."

"Do you think that's what I want?" He asked me in disbelief.

"I don't know anymore, Klaus!" I snapped. "Because you took our child on a killing spree! You let her feed into the darkest of her tendencies without consulting me about it first!"

"Because Grace didn't want you to know!"

"I DON'T CARE!" I bellowed. "I don't care what she wanted me to know because she is a child! She doesn't get to make decisions! Her parents do! And by letting her run the shots, you send a message that we don't know what we're doing!"

"I don't know what I'm doing!" He told me. "But I am trying my best!"

"Well, as someone who has been her parent for all her years, let me give you some advice." I replied darkly. "You are allowed to be her friend. As long as you remember that you are her parent first."

"Fiore—"

"You have done a lot of damage to our daughter today, Klaus." I said with a dark grimace. "I just hope it's not irreparable."

~Josh POV~

Elliott numbly stood at Josh's gravestone, tears pouring relentlessly from his eyes. It was all he had been able to do upon hearing the news of his passing. Josh had been watching over his friends mourning and had even gone as far to seeing Davina, but still he was most drawn to Elliott, whatever he and Elliott had remained unfinished. And Josh couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to get back to him.

"Hi Josh." Elliott began. "I know I haven't come to see you. And I'm sorry for that. But it's been hard to gain the courage to look at you—like this. And because I knew if I saw you...I would have to say it."

"Say what?" Josh asked eagerly as the tribrid laid a hand on Josh's stone.

"I love you, Josh." Elliott whispered. "And I should have been with you, but I was scared. Anastasia is the only love I have ever known. And as damaged as that love may be, it was comforting to know I always had it. But I wanted yours more. And I wish I hadn't been a coward before because now I have to choose between saving you or my mom. And I'm sorry but—I can't leave Hayley."

"I understand." Josh told him, wishing Elliott could hear him.

"I hope you can hear me." Elliott told him. "I love you Josh. It was always you."

"The only thing more difficult than being in love with one person, is being in love with two people." Elliott looked up to see Marcel walking toward him with a sympathetic gaze.

"I guess destiny made my choice for me." Elliott muttered numbly as Marcel wrapped an arm around him.

"Or Anastasia."

"What do you mean?" Elliott queried, now more alert than upset.

"Well, I don't know for sure, but she knew he was going to die." Marcel explained. "She came to the loft and she seemed off. But off for even her."

"Huh." The Mikaelson boy gave Marcel one last hug before watching Josh's grave with determination. "Excuse me Marcel, but I have somewhere I need to be."

~Elliott POV~

Elliott rushed to the house where Anastasia had set up base with a look of channelled anger, causing the curly haired woman to roll her eyes at him.

"Now is not the time for your childishness Elliott." Anastasia began, interjecting before he had the chance to speak.

"Did you kill Josh?"

"How stupid of you to even ask me that question?"

"ANSWER ME, DAMN IT!" Elliott roared.

"No, I didn't." Anastasia replied calmly. "I understand that you are grieving, but yell at me again and it will not end well for you, I promise."

"What did you do to him?"

"I warned him that he was to die soon and then saved him from perishing during the convergence." Anastasia answered. "You should be thanking me really."

"You knew he was going to die and didn't tell me?"

"It was none of your concern."

"Yes, it was!" Elliott shot back. "I could've said goodbye! I never said goodbye."

"Elliott, I love you and I want happiness for you." Stasia told him, finally looking his way. "But I am not so foolish that I would thrust you into the arms of another."

"I chose you, why isn't that enough?" Elliott asked in dismay.

"Because you shouldn't have to choose at all."