TVD: A droplet in the ocean

 A droplet in the ocean

// just trying my hand at her. 

« Do you yield ? » -It might have been 800 years, Asma never forgot that voice. Her supreme defeated her and asked coldly if she was willing to stop fighting. Asma agreed, mostly because it had been exhausting to fight the whole coven and she was running out of energy.-

Eternal Pain. That was quite the reward for being a decent person and helping others. What her coven wanted her to do was beyond her strength. Denying help to the very being that saved her life. The woman, whose real name was lost through the centuries, looked at her hands holding the glass of Brandy. She simply could not reject Elijah’s request for help. He didn’t have to save her life when he found her being hunted by slave-catchers. He didn’t have to risk exposing himself as a vampire and yet he did and she was indebted to him. So when he came and asked her to save his little brother Kol, she couldn’t refuse. What was hard to understand then? why couldn’t the coven see the act for what it was instead of accusing her of betrayal?

 

Eternal Pain. She was cursed on that fateful night, by her supreme. She was cursed to suffer from excruciating pain whenever she was angry or had any negative émotions in her heart.  Her eyes were not tinted in gold and to add insult to injury, she was vulnerable to silver as if she were a lycanthrope and was also unable to consume Vervain as if she was a vampire. All because she helped the Originals and among them, the Beast. Witches had an obsessive hatred against Klaus, the abomination, and by extension his family the Mikaelsons. They were responsible for countless slaughters over the ages and the systemic destruction of covens and werewolves packs. They were a juggernaut that had to be annihilated and any action in favor of that family was seen as a betrayal. The supreme’s cold eyes were the last thing Asma saw before she passed out from the pain. The curse itself, the one that granted her eternal life, was a cruel one. It required the sacrifice of the whole coven -minus the spellcaster- but the witches were more than willing to die that way since they felt they were doomed to a very gruesome death at the hand of the Mikaelsons. Their scorn and tormented souls inhabited the witch now and the migraines she had were nursed by the only thing she knew of Alcohol.

 

Eternal Pain was the reason she broke a few things at her own shop. The tension created by the sudden departure of Asma left her angry and confused. Before she knew it, she was throwing a tantrum and the pain had her bite hard enough that she bled all over her chin. It was pathetic. Her lashing out at Klaus because she was in pain, lashing out at him because she didn’t want to be left alone. It was stupid and she was embarrassed because it made her look like a fool, but also revealed that she wanted his company. Klaus… the very same creature that slaughtered her whole family and first coven. He was on a rampage when that happened, in full hybrid form and for so long she hated him and wanted to get revenge. The nights she spent fantasizing about killing the hybrid kept her awake for years. The desire to bathe in his blood and watch him vanish like dust in the wind drove the witch to learn. And learn, she did. She expanded her powers to the point of becoming the most powerful witch alive. She perfected her spells, sharpened her skills, and became powerful enough to attract attention of Elijah.

 

Ah… Elijah. The very reason she was cursed. She resented him for what he did to her. She resented him for his self-serving nature and the fact that she was nothing but a pawn for him to use when he saw fit. He never really cared, though, he maintained enough contact with her to make Asma believe he did. He never really cared, and therefore didn’t even see that she had feelings for him.. feelings born out of solitude. He crushed her heart unknowingly, by always bringing to every conversation they ever had, the names of his true loves. That hurt, that hurt like a knife twisted in an open wound. Katherine, Hayley… she heard all of their names and watched as Elijah marveled at them in his very own peculiar way. Klaus said it better than her brain ever could. She was but a pet. She was but a means to an end. She didn’t matter and he never bothered.  Perhaps that was part of her curse, to be surrounded by people who didn’t care about her.

 

« You will never be loved. Your curse will keep you away from your fellow witches for you bear the mark of the beast in your eyes! You will never be accepted by Lycans nor by vampires because you are a witch. You will live your life forever surrounded with enemies, unloved, alone ! » - The chant froze the blood of Asma who closed her eyes as the memory crept in.-

 

That was her curse. Eternal solitude and constant pain. Perfect!  why didn’t she try to kill herself then? the thought had crossed her mind, but she wanted to help others. Her footsteps led her to places that needed the most her help and she used her tremendous skills to help others, accidentally discovering that helping others could soothe her pain.  She was cursed, her life was over, but maybe she could still be helping others and that mentality saved her from darker hours. She devoted centuries helping around, building walls around her heart so she wouldn’t be hurt, but those walls never really stayed up because Elijah always popped up in the worst moments and always made her weak in the knees, enough for her to be vulnerable to him and his charms. His righteous speeches, his sharp jawline….He played her well and she was wrapped around his finger.

 

Mystic Falls was supposed to be a clean break from him anyway. A way for her to hide among her enemies, to the last place they could find her. She was wondering if her former supreme had tried to find her -but she probably died anyway, so why would she care ?- she was wondering if she would be able to finally settle somewhere and just live a little bit. Her solitude and anxiety were at her worst, for she wanted… no… needed company. 800 years pretending to not care about being alone was too much of a strain for the young woman. Her encounter with Klaus was proof of that. Of all people, it was the creature she chose not to kill, who was giving her company and listened to her. Everybody was so entrapped in their own issues that they didn’t really bother with Asma and while it gave her some privacy, it also made her crave some company.  Klaus was company… and he wasn’t even unpleasant to look at. The witch realized that she was way too easy to read for the hybrid. She couldn’t hide her physical reaction to him, but was still in control of what she wanted to say or not.

 

She had felt urges she thought were dead over the centuries. A desire to share a drink, a desire for a touch… being touch-deprived became apparent to her and she realized that he could do absolutely anything he wanted because she wanted to be touched and talked to. Yet, Klaus was tolerant. He was understanding. He was…different from what she expected him to be. And the thoughts that filled her mind were not even welcomed, yet they existed. She wanted to feel him closer, dreamed of him biting her for the fun of it, make her realize that she was alive and was real. She could feel the shivers that went down her spine, the urge to run her fingers in his mane and hold tight. Oh.. she felt a lot of things, contradicting things towards the hybrid, but one thing was sure, she wanted to see him again and often. So after the fiasco of their two first meetings, she used a few spells to locate him and went to his manor. Now there, with a glass of Brandy, the only thing she had to do was talk to him… about herself since he so gently asked for it.