Look Into My Eyes Ch.7

Roses POV/

It took two weeks for Elijah and Rebekah to find and get the flower from Honora MacGrath. She had many warnings about using it. Mostly on how I would be unable to handle it. But I had known that, and I was willing to let them use me anyway. After all no one would care if I was dead.

In that time New Orleans had become eerily quite. No one was practicing. No one had been killed. And the longer the calm lasted, the more I feared what would come after.

The more calm the sea the bigger the storm.

My kidnapping had made me rather skidish. What was worse was I remembered little before stopping Niklaus from killing that vile woman. I remember faint whispers, and the smell of burning plants, whose names I could not recall. I also remember being moved. I was not in the place that I was found in, but the haziness of it made me think that maybe I dreamed it up. My fear kept me from telling anyone.

I no longer slept in my room, unable to feel safe there. If I slept at all it was in whatever room Niklaus was in, as I had begun to follow my "protector" everywhere. I had come to trust him more. I did not know how long my trust in him would last however. After all he would likely kill me, when I was done being helpful. It's what he wanted to do that night, he had said so himself.

But in the last two weeks I had come to think he was what my mother always called fickle. He would say something, but do something else. Like when he had been asked to meet with the human faction. They had had some problems. It was small and rather dumb sounding to me and the same seemed to be said for Nick. He said to deal with it themselves, but then he went and took care of it after everyone had left.

He was like a puzzle with all the pieces, but no picture of how they go together.

He loved having everyone fear him, but he hated that the fear took away any love they may have felt for him. He seemed lonely, even with so many people with him.

I found it rather odd that even the one he claimed to be his son Marcel, was not let into those scary spiked tipped walls around the rose that I imagined his heart to be. But at least Marcel could see the wall. Elijah and Rebekah didn't seem to have even seen it. And with everything they did, good and bad, they only seemed to get farther from it. It was sad because the man that so much wanted to be loved, feared betrayal so much that he pushed away any who would think to love him.

I hadn't spoken much in the time since I was rescued. I felt like a burden asking for there help. I should have found a way to do it on my own. After I stopped talking, Niklaus did every thing but buy me a freaking country. He offered too. I think he thought that they may have broken me. But I was not broken, at least not the way he thinks. I had held out hope that maybe I could still save them, my family.

But I know now it's a vain hope.

When waiting for Elijah and Rebekah to get to the compound, I realized that I had not used my magic since my last lesson with my sister. She had taken over my lessens after the harvest. She was meant to do so much good with what she had learned. Instead she used it to gain power we could have lived without.

She always used to tell me that magic was like a muscle. It worked best when flexed daily. So I started to look around for something I could practice on. Then I saw it… a candle. "Adoleret." And the candle burst to life. It felt good, comforting even, to use my magic after what felt like a life time. I began to move through the house, and everywhere I went, I lit every candle I could find. It likely wasn't safe, but I didn't care.

The fire seemed to draw me in… the proverbial moth to the flame. But soon I stopped saying the word burn, and yet the candles still lit. I couldn't stop myself from walking. And my magic flared without me telling it to. Fear over took me, what had they done to me? With that in mind, I gathered all the power that I could muster and I did the one thing I could do. I screamed.