TVD - Endlessly (ANGST)

TVD - Witchy hour- Endlessly

1962 - United States-

Asma was shaking from head to toe. Her white dress was soaked with blood, her hair was discheveled, soiled with brain and other bodily fluids. Her arms and hands were now covered with blood. Her breathing was laboured and her eyes unfocused and filled with tears. At some point, she looked down at her feet and noticed the bodies of two men. It only took a minute, and both were wearing masks when they broke into her shop, but she'd recognized them from their voices. These had been regular clients of her, people she came to care about. Both were single men but they had a family member they were taking care of and sought Asma's help for healing potions. She was crying ugly tears, as drool and snot joined the salty tears that were streaming down on her face. 

"You might never find love. Not from Men. Not from Werewolves. Not from Vampires and never from witches!" The cold words of her supreme as she cursed her, echoed through her mind.  Why did she think that she could find peace in a world that rejected the supernatural? Mankind was known for rejecting what it didn't understand. Those who were smiling at you were able to turn on you with a snap of a finger and that was what these two did. They turned on her. "Monster!" they shouted, "Witch" they screamed and the fear and disgust she saw in their eyes as they broke in and started to spread gasoline all over her items was enough for her to see what they had in their hearts. 

She tried to reason with them. She tried to deny being a witch but they didn't listen to her. How could they when they were blinded by rage? They hit her, couple of slaps here and couple of insults there. She could bear with this violence. That was nothing to be afraid of. They spit at her. Less easy to bear with. Anger within her was already arising. They called her names. "A witch." That was true. "A deceiver." That wasn't true! "A monster." This one hurt and her own anger slowly kicked in.  She could have dealt with a couple insults and a little bit of violence. She knew Mankind. She witnessed the worst it had to offer. 

She could have dealt with their anger and frustration. She could have dealt with their fear. What she couldn't deal with was their desire to destroy everything she had and everything she was. What she couldn't deal with was their desire to take everything from her, including her life. As soon as one of them tried to tear her dress and succeeded in tearing the bottom of her dress, she stopped trying to hold back. She was disappointed in them, in their ability to go from being kind and caring to being complete assholes. She was disappointed in the betrayal and the pain she felt by holding back her anger was too unbearable for her to keep it in. 

So she let it out. 

And now that she was standing in front of the bodies of the men she once cared about, reality kicked in. She was cursed and despite the many centuries spent on Earth, trying to help others, she would never fit in. She would never be loved. She would never be understood and most of all, they would always want her to be dead. They called her a deceiver, a betrayer, a liar but they betrayed her! they lied to her! they deceived her! and now because of their reckless attack on her, they were dead. Her shop was destroyed and her life was in shambles once again. Her heart was broken and the tears brought no relief at all.  With her magic she lit a fire that quickly spread over her shop thanks to the gasoline they poured everywhere. And a shaking, heartbroken and wounded woman left the place and let it turn to dust. 

Today - Mystic Falls- United States of America. 

Asma leaned against the counter of her shop. There was no one at this time of the day, which was actually welcome for the woman. She massaged her temples and removed her sunglasses for a while. Pinching the bridge of her nose in order to gather her thoughts, Asma bent a little and grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass so she could fix herself a drink. It had been a rough couple of days ever since she chose to meet with Klaus. Her life had been boring, yeah, boringly lonely for centuries and the first thing she did when she decided to follow Elijah's advice? it was to find Klaus so she could help him. She wanted to let her anger go. She wanted to forgive him and move forward. She needed to. Help Klaus? He wouldn't even want to help himself. He rejected her offer, of course, and they bickered upon meeting for the first time. Typical of them. 

Typical? In a way. Their second meeting was also a small rollercoaster. He actually held back his basic instincts, and acted as the bigger man when she totally lost control of herself and destroyed some elements of her shop. She was rusty after all, unable to keep and maintain normal conversations... or so she thought. she was able to do all of that, but she was craving contacts, affection.. attention. All of which Klaus gave her after she came to him and told him that she wanted to spend more time with him. She never went that fast before, she never even tried to get close to anyone before but with Klaus... They were kindred spirits weren't they? both were cursed, both were alone, both were in pain. in eternal torment. 

So why the long face? why was it so difficult? why was she tired? Perhaps, the revelations he made about Elijah were enough for her to lose the tiny bit of faith she held onto. Perhaps knowing she was nothing but a pawn to Elijah's plans was enough to break what little joy she might have. Elijah was...could have been a friend but he wasn't even that for her. she wasn't even a person for him. She was but a tool...and that hurt. that hurt really deeply. Her curse was perhaps unbreakable. She was meant to be alone and that seemed to be the path her eternal life was about to take. Hunted down by witches, werewolves, vampires and humans. No shelter possible, no comfort in sight.. nothing but chaos. nothing but pain. Nothing but the desire to end it all... she could have, centuries ago but something kept her alive for that long and that was the desire to live. Deep down. Deep deep down, she wanted to live. 

Was it worth the pain? Was /HE/ worth the pain? She had no idea.