Bring Me To Life | The Originals (1)

If It's Not Okay, Then It's Not Over

"I know what happened to you. Elijah showed me his memory of the day he found your body. He told me about what Klaus did to you." Imogen replied easily with a slight edge in her voice as she turned her head to look at the older witch, her hands clenched at her sides as her nails digging into the palms to remind herself that she wasn't having a nightmare.

"You know nothing!" the other witch snapped angrily as her eyes flashed with rage and she took a step forward threateningly, fury causing her magic to run rampant as the wind blew wildly around them. Imogen tensed instinctively as her brunette hair whipped all over the place in the breeze but she kept her gaze locked on the livid woman in front of her and internally started pulling at the thread of magic in her stomach in cause she needed to defend herself.

Celeste took a deep breath to calm herself as the wind slowly died down to a soft breeze and she offered the other witch a small smile in apology as she tilted her head to the side. "Sorry. Apparently, this host body has control issues that have passed on to me."

"Don't you understand? I died because of Klaus. And even after all his vindictive lies about witches led to my death, Elijah stood by him. All because of their vow—'always and forever.'" She mocked spitefully as her face twisted up into a bitter scowl and her eyes darkened with loathing as she glared at something Imogen couldn't see. Celeste blinked back into reality as she turned her attention to the witch in front of her and offered her a tight smile as she took a deliberate step closer. "I'm here to teach the Originals the error of their ways. I'll have my revenge. Starting with Klaus. He is gonna know pain and torment like he's never felt before. And poor, pathetic Rebekah. She's about to find herself in quite the predicament. And Elijah? I'm going to cure him of his greatest flaw-- this absurd devotion to his lunatic family. He's going to live with the knowledge that there's nothing he could do to save his dastardly siblings."

"You think that's his greatest flaw?" Imogen asked sceptically in disbelief with a frown on her lips, her forehead furrowed in confusion and she scoffed slightly as she shook her head in denial. "That's one of the things I love most about him. That devotion to his family, it gives me hope for the world. That one person could care with the same levelled of dedication through several lifetimes. It's inspirational."

Celeste stared at the younger witch contemplatively, her eyes narrowed with a blank expression on her face and a slow smile spread across her lips as she pointed a finger at Imogen, "I can see why Elijah likes you. But unfortunately, that just makes you the perfect instrument in order to teach Elijah his next lesson."

"What lesson might that be?"

"Poor girl. You have no idea how dangerous it is to be loved by him. I'm going to save you the pain, the heartache. And at the same time, I'm going show the Originals the dangers of loving someone mortal." Celeste revealed in a menacing tone with a frightening smirk on her lips and she shrugged her shoulders like there was nothing that could be done about the situation.

"You're going to kill me." Imogen stated mildly without any emotion in her voice, not fear or sadness or even defeat. There was only acceptance. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this coming the moment Celeste had shown herself. It wasn't like she wasn't prepared for something like this to happen.

"I'm sorry it came to this. I do like you, Imogen Claire. I wish it could be different." Celeste told the younger witch in a sorrowful voice, looking like she was genuinely regretful of what was going to take place but determined to follow through on her plan.

Fury coursed through Imogen's veins, her gaze hardening in resolve as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides and she gritted her teeth as she looked down at the asphalted ground beneath her feet. Imogen was so tired of people taking advantage of her, of people trying to control her. She had lived her whole life in constant fear of other people. Every time she thought she was free to make her own choices, someone new was there to take over the reins.

"No." the Claire witch whispered to herself angrily as her finger flexed uncontrollably and she snapped her head up to glare at the older witch in front of her. "No! I won't let some manipulative bitch, consumed by the need for revenge make this decision for me. Not when I've had every decision made for me, or forced out of me. My death, my rules."

With a strangled cry, she slammed her elbow back into the window of the sedan behind her and the glass shattered onto the ground beneath her, the shards cutting the skin of her bare feet as it rained down around her. Celeste gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, her eyes widened as her lips parted in shock and Imogen ignored the pain of the fresh wounds as she slowly crouched down to the ground. Her fingers curled tightly around one of the larger shards of glass, paying no attention to the stinging agony it caused when it broke the skin and scarlet red blood slowly flowed from the wound until it coated the clear glass.

Imogen stood up straight as she held her head high and she took a deep breath as she licked her dry lips anxiously, tasting the lingering smoke. "No one is going to make my feel weak anymore. No one is going to hold that kind of power over me."

"What are you – "Celeste started to ask in confusion but was cut off when Imogen raised the glass to her jugular threateningly and the younger witch let out a choked gasp as she pierced her carotid artery.

Blood trickled out the corner of Imogen's lips as she coughed weakly and she stumbled back against the car behind her when a wave of dizziness washed over her. The shard of glass in her throat dropped to the ground with a small thud and her hands feebly pressed down on the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. The strength in her legs faded as she slowly slid down the side of the car until she was sitting on the ground, surrounded by fragments of glass. Her fingers were coated in sticky red liquid as her head lolled to the side against the cold metal of the car and her mind felt cloudy like she was trying to see through thick mist. Imogen could vaguely hear footsteps retreating but it was getting harder to focus when all she wanted to do was sleep and her hands fell weakly onto her lap as her eyes fluttered closed.

'Sorry, Davina. I'll see you soon,' Imogen thought to herself in exhaustion before the darkness completely overtook her and she was completely lost to the oblivion that was nothingness.