#Niklaus Raimon

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Hello from the dead, brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

Prologue   Part one  Part two Part three

                                                  Part Four:

(Told from Axel’s point of view)

 As soon a school ends I get in my car and leave, after all the place I’m going to is about 20 miles outside of town and most of the drive you have to go through woods. Before leaving I checked if I had everything I needed; food, water, clothes, shampoo and other necessities and also my old smartphone.

 After an hour or so I get there, a cabin in the woods. It’s quite small, but it’s still cozy, the driveway only fits one car, and the cabin also has a porch.

I walk up the few stairs and unlock the door going in. There’s a woman throwing books out of the bookself, she hears me and turns her head slightly to look at me.

 “You need better books, I’ve read all of them and they’re boring as fuck”

 “Well excuse me I didn’t know I was going to bring a dead girl in my family’s cabin yesterday night or else I would have prepared.” I answer sarcastically.

“Nobody made you bring me here, smartass” She rolls her eyes.

“Mind stopping throwing the books everywhere?” I ask annoyed.

 “Fine.” She signs and goes to plop herself on the couch near her.

 “I brought you necessary stuff” I say putting the bad on the coffee table.

 “Niklaus’s head?” She asks mockingly.

 “Real funny, Nelly”

 I take a good look at her again. She’s still wearing the white long sleeved dress, but her flower crown is missing and is probably lying in the trash, her eyes are blood red as always and her hair is quite tangled. Her face seems soft still, so do her other futures. She’s quite pretty, beautiful even. I still can’t believe that the Nelly Raimon, the girl that’s been dead for nearly two years, is right in front of me very much alive.

 My mind takes me back to yesterday’s night at the graveyard where I saw her.

 I jump up and turn my head in a blink of an eye. The girl is still standing there looking at me. She’s wearing a long sleeved short white dress and a flower crown is placed on top of her head, her flats match her dress and are white too. Her eyes blood red and her long red curly hair seems a bit tangled. She’s quite the shorty compared to me. By her looks it’s no doubt she is Nelly Raimon, but my brain still can’t wrap around  all of it. “You….” I start. “Yes me.” She says. “But how can you be-“ “Alive?” She asks and I nod.

  She opened the bag and started taking out the thing out.

 “Finally I can be out of the dress. Jesus who picked out my clothes” She murmers.

“Why don’t you get changed?” I say

 “That’s what I’m going to do dumbass” She rolls her eyes but giggles slightly.

 I shake my head at her while she takes off to another room to change. I can’t help but smile at how her attitude is different than how all describe her.

 While she changes I pick up the books and put them back on the shelf. Putting the last book I feel someone tap on my shoulder and turn around.

 “How do I look?” Nelly asks gesturing at herself.

 I look at her

“The pants look a little long on her but the band t-shirt looks like it fits and the jacket looks like it fits too.”

 She gives me a bitch face

“I wasn’t asking for the measurements Axel, I was asking how it looks on me.”

 “Nice.”

 “Thank you for the clothes and other things” Nelly gets up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

 I see her slightly blush.

 “Yeah they’re from the time my cousin left them at my house, she’s taller than you so maybe that’s why the pants are long.” I shrug

 She takes the food and goes to the kitchen and I follow her.

 “So white wight huh?” I eye her from the  doorway  and lean myself on the wall.

I still couldn’t believe Nelly Raimon was alive, but here I was next to her in my car driving her to my family’s cabin outside of town. I kept stealing glances at her checking to make sure she’s still there and I’m not imagining it. Now I see her shiver slightly.

“Are you cold?” I ask concerned

“It’s almost winter and I’m in a dress, so yeah.” She answers.

 I stop the car for a bit and take of my jacket.

 “Here put this on.”

 She looks at it cautiously but takes it anyways.

 “Thank you.”

 “So what are you?” I finally ask her after starting the car.

 “Huh?”

 “I mean there’s no way in hell your human , so what supernatural are you?”

 Nelly eyes me down and smiles a bit.

 “Don’t you have supernatural classes?”

 “I do but-“

 “Then ask the teacher.” She cuts me off.

    Nelly looks at me and smiles cheekily.

 “So you asked.”

 “I did.” I move closer to her.

 “I’m not just a white wight though.”

 I look at her confused.

 “Didn’t the teacher tell you that a key point to being a white wight is having dead like a compressed supernatural?”

 “He did.”

 She sighs and turned to look at me.

 “Have you ever heard about malencharcir hybrids?”

 “Not really.”

 “They are a hybrid that has every supernatural power that’s possible, basically they are all the supernaturals combined in one body. The last one died in the 11th century. “

“And how are they turned or created?”

 “They’re born. Most people describe them as very powerful creatures so most mistake and say that they’re only men, which is incredibly sexist to think that only men are powerful, and the answer is they’re almost every time women. The hybrids are born every 1000 years and they are born unsuspectedly. Like for example the woman that was pregnant  what she thought was one baby boy but when she gave birth to the boy the pain didn’t stop and the doctors told her that she was delivering another baby, a girl they learned after. The parents found out that she was malencharcir hybrid so they got a witch to compress her powers inside her and make her “human”. Then she got killed and now she’s partially a white wight.”

 The realization dawned at me.

 “You’re!“ I almost shouted.

 Nelly nodded.

 “Yeah I am. How do you think I managed to terrorize Klaus all this time, even when I was fully alive which was today and yesterday? “

 “So are you fully uncompressed?”

 “No. I need to find the witch that did the spell and I need my killer’s blood”

 “Well the witch finding is going to be harder, but Nik’s blood is easy to get.” I say. ”I’ll help if you want”

 She smiles widely.

 “Really? You promise?”

 I smile and nod.

 “Good, but there’s one more tiny little thing” Nelly looks innocently at me.

 I raise an eyebrow.

 “We may or may not have to find the last hybrids bones too.”

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Ocs: Niklaus Raimon, Victoria Justice, Caroline Vinson,

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

List your OCs in the tags or link your lair so that people can ask you!

1. What is one word to shut them up?

2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?

3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

4. Describe their worst nightmare.

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?

7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?

8. Do they have anything that triggers them?

9. What is their greatest physical weakness?

10. What is their greatest mental weakness?

11. Do they have any vices?

12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?

13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?

14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?

15. Who do they hate the most?

16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

17. What sound always gives them a headache?

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

19. Do they consider themselves ugly?

20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?

21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?

22. Do they have any mental illnesses?

23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?

24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?

25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?

26. Have they ever been seriously injured?

27. How many times have they been in the hospital?

28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?

29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

30. Have they ever been bullied?

31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?

32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?

33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?

34. Have they ever self harmed?

35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?

37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?

38. Have they ever been imprisoned?

39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?

40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?

41. Do they get sick often?

42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?

43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?

44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?

45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?

46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?

47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?

48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?

49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.

50. Create your own!

[theoriginalsfan124]

Hello from the dead,brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death, swearing and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

      Prologue    Part one    Part two                             

                                                         Part three                      

(Told from Niklaus’s  point of view)

 Shity. Absolutely shity. That’s how I have been feeling these past couple of days. I’m barely able to sleep and eat human food let alone drink blood or go hunting. I see her every night in my nightmares. Funny enough I have been dreaming the same fucking dream, though these last two days the nightmare keeps getting more and more clear  and I’m almost able to make out how’s chasing me from the start.  The more I think about it the more it seems that I know that person or thing.

 “Hey…” V says putting a hand on my shoulder gently, pulling me out of my thoughts.

 I turn to face her, concern is written all over her face.

 “You okay?”

 “I’m fine.” I answer her obviously lying.

 “You sure?” She asks again.

 I just nod my head afraid to say anything, because I’m sure I’ll say something to upset her.

 “Nik…”Her voice breaks at saying my name. “I love you, you know that. Please talk to me. I know something is up.”

 I sigh. “I love you too. I’ll talk to you when I’m ready. Okay?” I manage to squeeze a smile.

 Victoria smiles slightly, nods and goes back to her seat.  

 Just as the bell rings Axel dashes into class and to his seat next to me.

“You’re late.” I say.

“Nope.”He answers simply. “I came with the bell which means I’m right on time.”

   I look at him and notice that he has slight bags under his eyes, but he looks bubblier than ever.

 “So supernatural class is going to be fun.” I say sarcastically.

 “For you yeah, because you’re a vampire. For me not so much. I have a couple of questions I need to ask.” Axel says as he sits down.

 “Since when are you interested in supernatural class?” I asks looking confused as ever.

 Axel never tended to listen during this class, let alone ask questions. Weird.

The teacher walks in and the class goes dead silent.

 “Good morning class!” The teacher says. “As always we’re going to start from your questions and then if we have time left we’ll read a legend and talk about it.”

 The teacher sits down at his desk.

 “Any questions?”

 Axel raises his hand. Everyone looks surprised, even the teacher.

 “Yes mister Blaze?” he raises his eyebrows.

 “I was wondering is it possible for dead humans to come back to life?” Axel looks straight into the teacher’s eyes.

 “As a vampire yes, humans turn into vampires when-“

 “I meant as something else then a vampire.” He cuts him off.

 “Oh…”the teacher leans back a bit on his chair.

 “Let’s say a human girl gets stabbed in the heart, but the culprit is not found. And it was most likely that a supernatural did it. Her grave is barely visited and abandoned and someone close to her killed her. Can she come back to life?” Axel almost looks pissed, but at the same time determent.

 Was he describing Nelly’s death or am I just paranoid?

“It’s unlikely.”

 “That’s not what I’m asking, Mr. Miller. I’m asking if it’s possible.” Axel’s tone is strict.

 After a moment of silence the teacher finally speaks.

 “Yes.”    

 Just yes is all he says. Such a short simple word yet it brings so much horror to me. Cold sweat starts running from my forehead and I just sit there frozen. After a minute I get the courage to look at Axel. He’s sitting there still looking at Mr. Miller, waiting for an explanation.

 “There called white wights. Usually they’re female, young women that died a violent death by a loved one, a person they trusted. They come back to life if the loved one that killed them is not brought to justice and their case is closed and especially if their grave is abandoned.” He takes a breath.

 The class is silent people looking at each other processing the information that they just got. I sit there frozen in place , my head spinning.

 “That’s not it.” Miller says. “They have to be some sort of supernatural, that has compressed itself, before they die.”

 I look around, people are whispering among themselves. I look at Axel who’s looks at the door before turning to face me. His face seems full of anger.

 “What the hell?” He says.

 “What?” I manage to say.

“You look like you’re about to piss your pants. Why?” his voice sounds full of anger and disgust.

 “Nothing. I just don’t feel well.” I say.

 He eyes me very carefully and raises his hand.

 “Mr. Miller Klaus is not feeling well and feels like he might puke if he talks. Can he be excused?” Axel asks and the teacher just nods.

 I can’t really say he was lying, most of it is true.

 I leave everything behind and go to the bathroom. I let the tap water flow a bit before getting a handful of water and splashing my face with it.

 “Goddamit, Klaus. Keep it together.” I murmur to myself.

 I dry my face with a paper towel and look in the mirror. I look horrible. Huge bags under my eyes, the veins in my eyes are red, I look extremely tired, well I am extremely tired.

 Just then I hear someone say.

 “Klaus….”

It sounds female. It’s almost like a whisper right into my ear. I turn around-nobody is there. I could be just hearing far away voices, because after all I am a vampire.

“Klaus…”

There it is again. It sounds so familiar.  I turn around again-nobody is there. I look back into the mirror and to my horror I see her.  My twin.

 I turn around full speed, but yet again nobody’s there. I slap myself lightly on the face.

 “Keep it together, Klaus. Nobody is there, you’re imagining things.”

 I turn to leave and just as I’m walking out the door I can’t not hear a whisper.

 “It’s your fault,Klaus”

[theoriginalsfan124]

Hello from the dead,brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

Prologue

(Told from Niklaus’s point of view)

Cold sweat was running down my face. I was running. Running as fast as I,a vampire, could run. And it seemed to work. I didn’t see anyone anymore, but then I tripped falling down and all hell seemed to let loose. First the scream, then the uncontrollable sobbing  and begging for mercy and then nothing. Complete silence. I breathed heavily as I looked around. Nothing, that’s what I saw,. But the place looked familiar. Almost too familiar. I was too focused on my surroundings that I didn’t hear a twig snapping and loud footsteps coming towards me, until it was too late. A figure came out of behind the woods, the same figure that was chasing me. A petite girl with beautiful red and curled hair dressed in a white dress, a flower crown on her head and her eyes, the most memorable of her futures, dark red. I wanted to jump up and run, but I couldn’t. I was paralyzed in place. She came closer and closer until she was looking to me from above.

“It’s your fault Klaus" she spoke her voice as sweet as honey.

That’s the only thing she said. Just that. I looked at her hand and saw a wooden stake. She lifted it up and looked straight into my eyes one last time before stabbing me right through the heart. ________________________________________________________________

I jumped awake in my bed covered in sweat. And the first thing I did was search the bed with my hand. I didn’t stop until I felt a body. I sighed of relief. My girlfriend (also a vampire) was lying next to me. I guess she felt me jumping up and awoke, because the next thing she did was take my hand in hers and groan a bit.

“What’s the matter Nik?” She asked now sitting up.

Nik was the nickname she calls me, while most people call me Klaus and on rare occasions people call me by my full first name, Niklaus.

“I just had a really bad dream” I say now sitting up straighter and bringing her closer to me.

“What about?” Victoria pursues further.

“It was-” I stop midway. “Oh my god” the realization hit me.

“Nik are you alright?” Victoria knits her eyebrows together looking directly into my eyes.

“The girl….the girl…the girl was-” I keep mumbling.

“Nik for heaven’s sake! Just tell me!” She raises her voice up, but then calms down “Nik,please. You’re scaring me.”

I tell her about the dream.

“And who’s the girl that killed you?” She puts air quotes on killed.

“Doesn’t she sound familiar, love? The red curly hair, the petite figure, the white dress?” I ask.

Victoria knits her eyebrows thinking, and then gasps.

“It can’t be… You haven’t dreamed of her since the day she died?”

I nod slowly. I haven’t dreamed of my twin sister since the day she died.

“Now I know why the place from dream looks familiar…” I say quietly, remembering the forest ,the last place where she was alive.

Victoria doesn’t answer knowing fully what I am speaking of.

“That must mean something. I dreamed about her a month before the two year anniversary of her death. She looked exactly the way we buried her for god’s sake! The same clothes, flower crown!” I throw my hands in the air out of frustration.

“Babe, just calm down.” V says calmly. “Maybe it’s just that the anniversary is coming up that’s all.”

I sigh giving in to her “Maybe.”

“It’s just a dream, Nik. Don’t over think it.” She tries to calm me down one last time and then lies down as do I.

After a hour or so Victoria is asleep again, but I can’t shut my eyes closed. Those words that Nelly said kept ringing inside my head.

“It’s your fault, Klaus”

Maybe my subconscious is finally coming clean to me? Maybe it’s trying to remind me what happened that night? Maybe…. I mean I did stab my twin sister with the white oak stake in the heart.

[theoriginalsfan124]

Hello from the dead,brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death, swearing and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

Prologue

                                                      Part one

(Told from Niklaus’s point of view)

 Sitting in a boring class really sucks. Especially when it’s health class. I’m a bloody vampire. I don’t get hurt, I don’t get sick, I don’t really have to eat (unless I want to) and I heal the moment I get cut or scratched or whatever, unless it’s wood that hurts me, then it takes time and blood. Whelp verbena is hurtful to vampires too. It’s like poison, without the killing part. Humans tend to carry that around. The verbena I mean.

 You see this isn’t like those novels where humans don’t know about the supernatural and be like all surprised when they learn about us, they actually know about us and it’s a daily occurrence to see and meet supernaturals. We even have a supernatural committee/parliament. They’re called ‘The Originals’. Quite the name if I do say so myself. We have rules and commitments too.

 “Why do I have to take this class again?” I mumble under my breath  and put my head on my hand.

 The more and more the teacher blabbers the more it gets boring. Soon my eyes are slowly drifting shut. I sigh and let sleep take over me, that is until I feel someone kick me on the leg.

 “Klaus don’t you fucking dare!” my best friend whisper yells at me.

 I shake my head. “I can’t help! This class is so boring and unnecessary to me!”

 “Shut it, Klaus, I don’t want to hear it!” He answers back.

 “Fine….fine.” I give in.

“Besides what’s the matter with you lately? You been falling asleep in almost every class.” Axel asks worryingly, but at the same time sternly.

 That’s Axel Blaze for you. The quiet, unemotional, some may even say cold , poker faced, sarcastic soccer player. Never speaks unless it’s necessary. Gets all the girl attention, but ignores every single one of them if they approach him in a romantically way. For a while I thought he was asexual or aromatic, but he straight up told me he wasn’t. He told me he was looking for a girl to pull him in, to make him interested ,not to just lay under his feet the moment he approaches them.

 “I haven’t been able to get much sleep lately.”

 It’s a couple of weeks after I had the dream about my sister. I should probably say the first dream , because these couple of weeks that’s all I’m dreaming of. The same dream, the same place, the same scenario.

 I brush my face with the palms of my hands.

“Dude, I don’t know. It’s just that…Those nightmares are the same all the fucking time”

“Maybe you should see a therapist?” He suggests shrugging his shoulders.

“No fucking therapist will help me. I’m sure of it.”

“Have you tried?” He scoffs.

“No and I don’t need to.” I shake my head.

“Besides how scary can the nightmare be? I mean it’s your twin and she’s dead. So I’m sure as hell the nightmare won’t come true.”

“Yeah…You’re probably right.”

“And maybe it’s because you miss her. I mean her death anniversary is coming up and all. One year is it?” He asks.

“Two.” I correct him.

He doesn’t say anything and just turns his head back to the board where the teacher is explaining something.

After another boring 20 minutes the bell rings and we all go to lunch. I grab some too to stuff my stomach so I don’t get thirsty for a while.

 “Klaus! Axel!” Our friend Mark, the captain of the soccer team and also the goalkeeper, yells and waves to come to the table.

 We sit down by the soccer team and the managers are sitting there too. I’m also the part of the soccer team, but I can’t really play any real matches just practice. That’s because it’s against the rules to vampires play against humans.

 “So Klaus did you fall asleep in class again?” Nathan, a fellow midfielder, asks.

 Victoria (also a manager for the soccer team) gives me a death glare.

 “He almost did, but Axel woke him up.” Damon, a defender, chimes in.

 “Give him a break guys, he hasn’t gotten much sleep in these past weeks and we all know that” Camellia says sweetly giving me a gentle smile.

“You’re too good for everyone, Camel” Caleb, her boyfriend, says.

“The anniversary is coming soon too, so…” Toby starts and everyone goes silent for a moment.

 Not a lot of people at this table knew Nelly. Only a couple: Victoria (obviously), Caleb, Toby, Hiroto, Jude, Nicolas and that’s it.  Caleb, Toby and Hiroto knew her because them and us were childhood friends. Jude and Nicolas knew her, because she used to go to school with them, before the two transferred. I never really knew why Nelly went to Royal high and not to Raimon high, I mean our family (from dad’s side)are  the founders of this school and our father is the chairman. But I guess she chose a different school.

 “Dude, but seriously why we never met your sister?” Damon breaks the silence.

“I was wondering that too. I mean I’m your best friend and have been at your house thousands of times before and after her death, but I never met her.” Axel asks looking straight into my eyes.

 I shrug. “She was antisocial I guess. Wasn’t a fan of speaking. And she was pretty shy. So she mostly would lock herself in her room.”

 “But she was sweet and kind. More of a listener than a talker. When you needed a shoulder to vent to she was there.” Caleb added and then looked down at his plate saddened that he had to remember.

 Everyone noticed the mood change and it got really quiet at our table. That is until Shawn, another player at the team, came rushing in at full speed.

 “Klaus! Come quick!” He yelled breathing heavily.

 “What is it Shawn?” Sylvia, one of the managers asked concerned.

 “Klaus’s locker-“He didn’t get to finish his sentence, since my dad came rushing in.  

 Everyone at the cafeteria started whispering. It  didn’t see the schools chairman in the cafeteria every day.

 “Nik come with me.” His voice was stern, but concerned.

 I got up leaving my things at the lunch table. My steps were quick and big. I knew something wasn’t right, something was awfully wrong. Judging by my father’s face I could tell it wasn’t going to be pretty.

 “What is happening dad?” I asked as soon as we were in the hall.

“It’s hard to explain…You’ll have to see for yourself.” He answered gulping loudly. “Your mom is on the way. So is the police of both supernatural and human.”

 “Police?” I asked out loud.

 Something big must have happened if the police of both humans and supernaturals are involved. I took a deep breath preparing myself for whatever the hell I’m going to see. We stopped finally in front of my locker and what I saw made my stomach turn.

 There was blood everywhere around it; I could tell by the smell that it was both human and animal. But that wasn’t what terrified me. It was the dead animal that was hanging from the sealing right above my locker; it was disfigured so much that you couldn’t tell what it was. But I guess the animal isn’t as scary as to what I see next; a picture. Not any kind of picture; a picture of my dead twin in all her glory, looking as beautiful as ever. Next to the picture was a sentence writing in blood: ‘It’s your fault, Klaus’.

[theoriginalsfan124]

Hello from the dead,brother

Warning : Some parts may have gore ,violence , sexual themes, death, swearing and things like that. So if you get triggered easily read with countion!

Prologue Part one

                                                          Part two

(Told from Niklaus’s point of view)

My stomach couldn’t hold it anymore. I couldn’t hold it anymore.  I ran with my vampire speed to the bathroom and threw up.  The sight was so horrible that I couldn’t hold myself back from crying. So I cried and sobbed for a good five minutes before finally getting up. I washed my face and drank some water from the sink to get rid of the aftertaste from my mouth.

 Then I slowly but surely got back to the horrible scene. By now students and teachers were gathering around my locker to see what happened for themselves. All my friends were there too. They all looked terrified.

 Soon Victoria spotted me and rushed to my side, hugging me hard. I didn’t hesitate to hug her back.

 “Can I please have your attention students?!” my father yelled. “The police want to investigate this crime scene so please everyone let them do their job! You are let go of all the school work today, please grab your things and go home.”

 My mother entered the hall and as soon as she saw my dad and me she sprinted towards us.

 “Sonny! What is happening? Who did this?” her voice was full of panic.

My father took her hands in his and talked in the most calming voice he could at the moment.

“It’s alright, Aquiline.”

 He called her by her full name; he rarely does that.

 “No, it’s not! Somebody trashed my son’s locker with blood, hung a disfigured dead animal over it and wrote something in blood with it! And they stuck my dead daughter’s picture on it!”

 My dad tried calming her down as best as he could while being questioned by the police. I was told by the police and my parents to go home and rest. I obeyed and went home, but of course Victoria led me home and stayed until my parents got home.

 I lay in bed that night without shutting my eyes for even a moment. There is only one thing on my mind.

 “Does somebody know that I murdered Nelly?”

 (Change of view. Now telling from Axel’s point of view)

 It’s three in the morning and I can’t shut my eyes closed. I lay in my bed fully awake thinking about today.

 “That locker charade and Klaus’s dreams of his sister have to be related in some way…right?” I mumble to myself, confused as to why I care so much, that I can’t fall asleep.

“I mean his sister says the exact words in his dream that are on his locker. And that picture…”

 I never seen her or met her before her death, hell I wasn’t even at the funeral. To think about it nobody of Klaus’s or her friends was. Klaus requested to his parents that they make it private, just closest family members.

 “That seems weird and odd. Why would Klaus request that?” I ask myself out loud.

 To this day that didn’t seem weird or odd in any way. He saw her get stabbed, well after she got stabbed. He didn’t really see the killer, he or she or it ran away before Klaus got to his sister. At least that what he said to everyone.

 “Something doesn’t add up.” Once again I mumble under my breath.

 He’s a vampire, right? As soon as she got stabbed she would have screamed and as he says he wasn’t far away from her, that means using his vampire speed he would have made it in time to catch the killer red handed or at least see him/her/it. But he claims to have not seen him/her/it. The killer was clearly not a vampire, because as far as I and other people know Nik’s twin was human, he would have drunk her blood instead of stabbing her. So the killer would have been and is another supernatural being or human. But if that’s the case then Klaus’s would have caught the killer or at least see who it was. Unless….

 “No no no no no. It can’t be. I know Klaus,he wouldn’t-“ I slap my face with my hands gently.

“I am just overthinking everything. Besides why do I need to think about it? I didn’t even know her. I just need to fucking sleep and that’s all.”

 I try to go to sleep again, but after an hour I give up and get dressed.

 “Maybe a walk will help?”

 I sneak out as silently as I can. I need to clear my head a bit, maybe then I can get some shut eye.

 I walk down the street not really sure where I’m going. My legs end up bringing me to the graveyard.

 “Just when things couldn’t get any weirder.” I mumble sarcastically yet I decide to go in.

 Walking around I find myself stopping in front of a quite abandoned grave. I kneel to the gravestones height. I feel bad for whatever person lies here. They died and went to eternal slumber and were completely forgotten.

 I decide to clear the wines from the gravestone. Finally after some time I’m able to make out a name.

 “Nelly Raimon”

 Blood freezes in my veins.

 “It can’t be.” I mumble to myself in shock. “There must be more than one dead Nelly Raimon in this town.”

 I stay crouched next to the gravestone in shock for a couple of minutes, until I hear a twig snapping. And then I hear a female voice humming, of what I assume was a lullaby, before she stopped humming, I undertake she saw me and stopped. After a minute or so I returned to cleaning the grave a bit, thinking and hoping she will leave soon. I mean I didn’t mind her, but seeing a guy in the middle of the night cleaning a grave really didn’t seem so appealing.

 It was really quiet for a moment or two before I heard gentle footsteps coming closer to me.

 “Excuse me?” the female spoke quietly, her voice barely hearable in the nights wind.

 “Yes?” I answered without even thinking twice.

 “Are you cleaning the grave?” She asked sweetly.

 I nodded my head hoping that if I didn’t speak she would go mind her business. Now that I think about it, what did she have to do in a graveyard in this ungodly hour? Not to judge or anything, I mean I’m here too.

 “That’s really nice of you. I have been meaning to ask somebody to help me clean this grave.” She continued speaking. And this time weirdly enough she got closer and put her hands on my shoulders.

 Her hands were gentle, but cold as ice. Which was weird because the weather was quite warm, except the wind was a bit chilly.

 “Are you okay? You seem cold?” I asked concerned. “You can borrow my jacket if you want.”

 “No, I’m okay.” Her answer was blunt, but at the same time it was very calming and gentle. “That’s very nice of you really. You didn’t even know the one that’s resting here yet you feel more remorse and the obligation to clean the grave than the people that were supposed to be the person’s parents, twin and friends. At first I thought that luring you here was going to make you flip out and be scared, but you’re not scared at all and you are even helping.”

“Wait. What?” I asked her completely at shock of her last sentence.

“Her parents didn’t really love her that much, always idolizing her older twin. She didn’t have many friends and the friends she had have long forgotten her, because they were only there when they needed something from her. The girl she holded her best friend was dating her twin and not even giving a flying fuck about her or how she felt alone, scared and unhappy. And her twin…Oh boy her twin…The son of a bich pretended to be a rally good sibling around other people, but in reality he was a peace of shit to her. Uncaring, ungrateful, jealous and hateful peace of shit. And he ended up being her demise.” She continued rambling with such power, such hate and anger.

 “How do you know all of this?” I asked confused and fairly shaken of the information I was hearing.

She leaned closer to my ear, her lips mare inches away from my ear. And then she whispered in my earlobe.

 “Because dear Axel, my shitty twins best friend, this is my grave.”

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Life after death

A BIG THANK YOU TO @calmystorm-saltycandy FOR HELPING ME AND TWINKING IT!

Prologue:

They say a brother is your best friend, the best protector you’ll ever meet. It doesn’t really work like that for me. Me and my brother, my twin, were never close. If anything, we’ve always been distant. Perhaps it was because of the heirarchy in our family which we were put in as soon as we learned to crawl, perhaps it was because I’ve always been like an outsider. Nevertheless, I never really know the answers, no one ever bothered to give them to me.

I spare a glance at my so-called brother who’s fast asleep; arms crossed on his chest, head resting against the window, mouth slightly open. I sigh as once again I’m forced to go on a trip with Niklaus to visit our grandparents, which happens to be monthly, I might add. Neither of us agreed to this trip but that doesn’t mean we have a lot of things in common. If anything, we’re polar opposites. Like ying and yang, ranging from our looks to our personality.

Niklaus has short sun kissed locks as I have long curly dark red ones. My eyes bear the same color as my hair, only a tad bit darker, almost black, while Klaus have baby blue ones with a tint of green. My cousin mentioned once that I inherited my nose shape from our mother as I have such button-like ones too, yet Nik manages to inherit his from our father, a longer one that points up. My lips are slightly plumber and of a lighter shade than my brother’s whose upper part is slightly more curved than mine. Even the shapes of our faces are different, Nik’s is more of a square – mine is oval.

It doesn’t stop there. For what I believe is the most distinct of all are our personalities.

My brother’s is different from mine, if not completely. He’s outgoing, cheerful, energetic and athletic, whereas I’m more quiet, a loner type as they call it. In other words, I prefer staying away from crowds and loud places where my brother dives into them head first. I prefer dark colors, my brother—light, I prefer a good book over a party— in stark contrast to his taste. My point is, we’re in no way similar despite being twins.

I sigh once more as I stand up. Niklaus slowly lifts his head from its place by the window then looks at me, colliding his eyebrows as he does so.

“Where are you going?” He asks, his voice still groggy.

“Bathroom.” My answer, short and blunt as I throw the book on the little table separating us.

I walk outside the booth and close the door behind me. I look around, noting that there isn’t a single person in sight. ‘Everyone’s probably at their compartments,’ I muse.

I pace towards the bathroom then stop as I met with a sign on its door. ‘Out of order. Please proceed to the nest wagon.’ I shake my head and strut forward to where it redirected me.

The platform beneath my feet is shaking more than usual yet I don’t mind, I continue towards my destination. Just as I rest my hand on the knob, an unfamiliar screech catches my attention. A loud hitting sound follows and the next thing I know, I’m thrown forward with such force, making me let go of the doorknob and fall to the ground violently. My ears starts ringing, an immense pain shoots through my leg. I can’t get up. Confusion and panic engulfs me as I realize I have no idea what’s going on.

A minute passes, and once again, the violent force hurtles me forward. I remember hitting the first wagon. I remember screams of terror. I remember the pain on my legs. It was an experience I can never hope to comprehend. The last thing I know, my vision starts to blur bit by bit from the edges as it slowly crawls to the center. Until finally, I fade into complete darkness.