Klasma: Disgust

Klasma: "Disgust." 

(It's a little flash forward. It takes place after Klaus' rescue.)

Neela looked at her shoulder. It was still healing from the injury inflicted upon her by the werewolf she fought a couple of days earlier. It stung, more than the witch had ever wanted it to hurt but it reminded her of her own mortality, and in a way she welcomed the wounds and the pain caused by it. She was alive, after all, and the curse could not take it away from her. Her golden eyes set upon her reflection in the mirror and the witch found herself biting at her bottom lip. It had happened again, after all these decades spent hidden and in control, Nëela let her anger take the best out of her. During the rescue, the only desire she had was to decimate her enemies and rescue Klaus. In the midst of the fire, she could have hurt Klaus himself if she had not been brought back to reality. How could she still be storing that much anger? How could she still be a danger to those around her? 

Her eyes swelled up and she could feel tears quickly fill them. Was it what her curse had reduced her to be? A bloodthirsty creature that could only feel relief when she inflicted pain? She had no remorse during her rampage, quite the opposite. She was elated by the sounds of pain and agony she earned by her actions because, to her, her enemies were the recipients of her pain. She was happy because they would feel what they made her feel when she thought Klaus had abandoned her. Still, that part was true today. It was also true that the witch hated to give in to her impulses and wreak havoc. All this blood, all this pain... It didn't make her feel good once her hunger was satiated. Instead, she felt shame. She wanted to crawl back into the darkness and keep her power in check.  Did that make her a monster? Her reflection thought so, given the tears that were now rolling down her cheeks. Nëela ran her hand through her curly pink locks, holding a fistful of hair before she slowly started to sob. She was a healer, yet she couldn't stop killing wherever she went. She couldn't stop because she had to defend herself and those she loved.

"Was it the real curse you cast on me, Supreme? Did you want to force me to take lives rather than save them? You must be laughing where you are... laughing because you force me to lose myself a little more every day...."

She whispered to her reflection before the hand that was holding her hair gently laid against the glass. It wasn't her loneliness nor the fact every single creature would reject her. It was the fact she would have no choice but to kill if she wanted to survive. The whole point was to make her life a living hell where she would be forced to go against her very beliefs in order to stay alive. how cruel of a punishment. How cruel...

-TBC-