#the originals au

[nightingale2004]

Did anyone who watched the vampire diaries, the originals, House of the Dragon, and Game of Thrones ever stop to think?

THE MIKAELSONS AS THE TARGARYENS AU

Did anyone ever have that thought? No?

Their family crest literally has a serpent like dragon underneath the M.

And Plus Hayley could be A FREAKING STARK, SO HOPE COULD BE HALF TARGARYEN AND HALF STARK

This au has so much potential, TELL ME I'M WRONG.

Do you know what we need? We need the mikaelson family as Targaryen. We need their titles. We need their dragons and their dragon names. We need EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

What The Future Holds Ch 2

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: No set pairings.

Word Count: 3628

Warnings: 18+ MDNI please! There really isn't anything to warn about in this one. We're still just getting started. But soon enough we'll be heading into the darkness together.

Author’s Note: Again, this should have been out a while ago. But it's finally done.

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It had been quite some time since Elijah had felt such rage at five words. Words that he had heard occasionally from female humans that didn’t have their freedom. He had also heard those words within the stories of newly turned vampires when they shared their story. It wasn’t uncommon for the female humans to be sold off as entertainment for places like Purgatory. He must have heard it more times than he could count in the last few decades alone. But none of them had caused rage to fill him like Y/N’s words had. 

The rage was fueled by one thought and one thought alone. Y/N was to be the one to help restore balance to the world. If she was having visions of her being sold as a human, that meant Elijah couldn’t keep her safe. He had broken his word to several people with those five simple words. 

He could easily attempt to calm the thoughts with the idea that visions were subjective and could change. That if he did everything within his power, he could prevent it from happening. There wouldn’t be a cause for concern in the grand scheme of things. But given the history he’s had with visions, he knew that idea was pointless. Visions were glimpses of the future that wouldn’t change. It would only be a matter of time before they happened. 

“Elijah?” 

Her voice had pulled him from his thought process. When his eyes had focused back on her, he saw the silver flecks in her eyes once more with the absence of tears. But her eyes still held the same fear he’d seen before she mentioned the vision.  He took a step back from her and shook his head. 

“Thank you for telling me about the vision.” He attempted to keep his voice calm, but the waves of rage were still there. “I have given my word that I would do everything I can to protect you. I will continue to do so. Don’t believe for one moment that I would turn my back on you and feed you to the wolves.”

She had mentally and physically relaxed at that. Ever since the vision had woken her up, practically screaming, she had been worried. She was worried that she had somehow failed. That maybe she had angered the Mikaelsons in some form or another that caused them to get rid of her in such a way. 

Hearing Elijah reassure her that he had given his word to not just one person but several had eased the darkened thoughts that occasionally plagued her mind. If she was being honest with herself, that vision had been enough to distract her through her studies. How could she spend all that time learning when they were just going to sell her.

But if Elijah was telling her he would never do something like that, how was she still being sold to Purgatory?

“What will happen now?” She asked softly. “From my understanding, visions aren’t-”

“You’ll have to understand that I will do everything in my power to prevent it from happening.” She watched as his eyes had softened slightly. The anger she saw within them moments ago had still been there. However, it dimmed as he spoke with her. “Yes, in my experience, visions do not alter. No matter how much we try to, they don’t change.”

She looked away, trying to keep the tears at bay. She understood what he was telling her. She understood that no matter what they did to prevent her from being taken, fate was going to be a bitch about it. At some point in her life, something was going to happen where she’d end up in Purgatory. 

Elijah watched her for a moment. Taking in how she attempted to force the tears away. How she wasn’t allowing herself to break down even with the information she was given. Elijah admired her even more for that. She wasn’t falling apart at the thought of a potentially failed future. 

He watched as she took in a deep breath and gave him back her attention. The tears that threatened to spill were gone. Those silver specks brighter with the determination that seemed to grow within her. 

“Would we be able to come up with potential escape plans for when the time arrives?” She asked. 

“Of course.” An amused chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head slightly. “I have to say that I’m rather impressed with how you’ve handled this information. Others would have given up on what would be their future. But I can see the fire in your eyes. Do not let anyone try to extinguish it.”

His words had caused a smile to pull at her lips. “If I am supposed to be the one to help restore balance, I can’t just expect there not to be pushback. You’ve mentioned it a few times that there will always be the possibility of some outside force that won’t like what we are trying to accomplish. If I take the necessary precautions after a vision like that, then I know I won’t be there long and I can breathe without looking over my shoulder. Believe me, I’d like to break down at the thought of being sold. But I can break down completely and count down the days until it happens or I can attempt to take care of myself and learn something.”

Y/N hadn’t missed the way a smile pulled at the corner of Elijah’s lips. It had been a small one, but it was a smile. A win in her book considering that Elijah hardly smiled around the others. Most of the time she had met with Elijah, there were others in the room and he mostly had given the unimpressed look he wore. But it hadn’t gone unnoticed by her that when there were less people around, or his siblings were present, Elijah tended to smile more. 

“And that alone is why you are meant to be the vampire in the equation.” He nodded his head. Almost as if he was confirming it for himself. 

“Was there ever a choice?” She asked with a raised brow. 

It was never said to Y/N how it was decided between the two on what side they would take. From the age of ten, Y/N was told she’d become a vampire when the time was right. There wasn’t a discussion on if she wanted to be one or not. Nor had there been any reevaluations over the years. Y/N had just accepted that she was to become a vampire and grew into it.

“Not so much in terms of a discussion between you and your brother.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “We did not know which sibling would be on which side. But over time, along with all the lessons you’ve learned, my siblings and I agreed that you’d be the one to transition.”

“What was the deciding factor?” She asked curiously.

She couldn’t even begin to think of what it was that deemed her to be the vampire in the equation. No memories had stood out to her. She couldn’t even remember a day where the Mikaelsons were all present for such an observation.

Elijah paused for a moment. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep the information from her, she deserved to know the process. This had been her life that he had been observing and training her in some form or another. 

“The day your parents took you two to the outskirts.” He began. “A test, if you will, was put into place. Freya had believed that when the time was right, it would happen on its own. That day, my siblings and I had been out there for an entirely different reason. Your parents had the two of you waiting on a bench-”

“That was when the vampires circled us.” She said remembering that particular day. Her parents had been going in and out of businesses all day. Instead of leaving them at home, they were forced to tag along and keep themselves entertained. “But they didn’t attack.”

“Because of you.” He noted. He watched as her eyes widened slightly as she took in his words. “We’d witnessed the way you stood your ground as you spoke with them. It was almost as if you were commanding them. When Alexander had attempted to step in front of you, he couldn’t hold the same stance. He put you back between them and they listened to you. You’ve never feared us. Not in the way Alexander has. That is how we knew.”

She nodded her head, processing it all. Her fingers tapped slightly on the journal she still held tightly against her. It made sense to her. Nothing he had told her made her feel like it didn’t fit. If anything it made her feel more at ease with the future she’d face. 

“Thank you.” She said a moment later. She knew she didn’t need to say why she was thanking him. She was sure that he understood it all from those two words after their conversation. She was thanking him for easing her mind along with being patient with the things she didn’t understand. 

Elijah simply gave a nod of his head as his response. “Send your brother in.”

It was the only dismissal she needed before she turned towards the doors. When she had her hand on the door, she heard Elijah say her name. It caused her to look back at him, with her hand still on the doorknob. There was a shift in his eyes that she couldn’t place. 

“I give you my word that I’ll always help to pull you out from the darkness.” His voice held promise. “No matter how deep you find yourself within it.”

His words had brought more comfort than she thought it ever would. She knew there were going to be times where she found herself in the dark. And to know that Elijah was promising that he was going to help pull her out of it, it made her more relaxed than she felt in a long time. 

She nodded her head, giving him a small smile before she opened the door and walked out. 

_____

The car ride back home hadn’t been pleasant for the L/Ns. The car had been filled with the unspoken tension of the visit with Elijah. For once, it wasn’t just the parents that were silent on the ride while the twins attempted to figure out what had happened in the meeting. All four of them had been in that Study with Elijah at one point or another. 

After Alexander had come out of the study, the family had left without another word. Just as Y/N had received one, her brother had a journal in his hand with a scowl on his lips. And while any other time he would have chatted away with Y/N while in the car, this time he didn’t. Any time she tried to talk to him, he gave a single worded answer or ignored her altogether. 

It wasn’t until they had gotten back home and their parents had gone upstairs, arguing as they went, that Alexander finally turned towards his sister. There was irritation and anger within his eyes as he met her calm ones. Both respective gold and silver flecks swirled almost as if the flecks were challenging each other. 

Y/N lifted her chin a bit as she looked at her brother. “I felt like he needed to know. You can be angry all you want, but there are some things he needs to know.”

“For once, I believed that there was something they didn’t know.” His eyes narrowed as he kept them on her. “Something that I could keep as my own burden without the vampires demanding information. And you went and told him as if it was the latest gossip.”

There were many things that two had disagreed on when it came to the deal they had with the Mikaelsons. Alexander didn’t believe that fate had somehow decided they were to be the ones to change the world. He didn’t believe the prophecy that the Mikaelsons and their parents had repeatedly told them about. 

If there was one thing for certain, he hated vampires. Ever since he could remember, he hated anything to do with them. He hated that their history had been so intertwined with them. And if there was a way to rid the Earth of any and all vampires, he’d do just that. No matter the cost. 

What hurt him more was how his sister went from being afraid of them to being fascinated by them. How much she was now willing to go along with the things they told her. How easily she was manipulated into believing that this prophecy was the way to save the world. Or how easily her eyes would find Elijah Mikaelson any time they all happened to be in the same room. 

Every fiber of his being was telling him as much as he hated vampires now, it would only get worse the day his sister would become one. How someone could believe that the two of them could somehow restore the balance, was crazy in itself. He’d sell his soul to the Devil if there was a way to release them from the binds of any contact written by a vampire. 

“I don’t know how many times I need to remind you that the Mikaelsons are on our side.” She shook her head slightly. 

“Our side?” He scoffed as he turned from her and began walking down the hall. He couldn’t even begin to describe just how much he hated she believed that. “When are you going to actually wake up from this dream you've found yourself in and see the monsters in front of you?”

Y/N followed her brother knowing that even though he couldn’t look at her right now, the conversation was far from over. “Tell me, Alex. If I went to you more and talked to you about these visions, would you have opened up to me?”

He turned and looked at her once more. His jaw clenched as he did. But they both knew he wouldn’t have. He wouldn’t have told her anything about the details that had caused him to wake up in the middle of the night. The images he was forced to see haunted him for days and he couldn’t bring himself to believe it, not to mention talk about it with her. 

“It was my information to decide if I wanted to say something or not. You had no right to tell Elijah.” The way he said the name had been filled with enough venom to make Y/N’s eyes widen slightly.

“I had every right to tell him about mine.” She shot back. “Yes I told him that I was sure you were having them as well. Because I can hear you pacing the same time I’m awoken from mine. I have no idea what yours are about because you won’t talk to me about anything that is happening!”

“Because I don’t trust you anymore!” The words had been out of his mouth before Alex could even think about what he was saying. 

But it had been the truth. He couldn’t trust that Y/N wouldn’t go running to Mikaelsons the moment he had told her something. Part of him wanted to believe that she wouldn’t do it. That if he had made her promise not to say anything, she wouldn’t. But there was the other part of him that knew that it would eventually be said in some form or another. 

When the words had settled over the both of them, Alexander had known he had crossed the line. He could see the hurt that grew within his sister. But the first time in months he had actually felt relief in something he had told her. Even if it was currently hurting her. 

Y/N nodded her head once. It was all she could manage given what he just told her. She kept her eyes on him a little longer, before curiosity got the best of her. “How long have you been sitting with that?”

He had expected that question. “Since the day you stopped caring about our freedom.”

There was a time where both of them had wanted nothing to do with the vampires of the world. They hated every time their parents had to deal with them, the two would always plot some way to kill the vampires. And when Alexander began plotting ways for them to escape the Mikaelson’s hold, Y/N added in the bit of details that would make it better in their youthful minds. 

Alexander had even promised his sister that he would do anything he could to make sure she would never become a vampire. A fear induced promise between them had been made after Alexander had heard Y/N woke up screaming from a nightmare. A promise to stake the other if they ever became a vampire. 

That changed the day out in the outskirts. For once in Y/N’s life, she hadn’t been afraid of the monsters that surrounded her. Something inside of her had told her they wouldn’t hurt them if she only stood up to them. And when she did, everything had changed. Whenever her brother tried to invent ways to escape, she’d change the subject in one form or another. 

Y/N shook her head. “We were never truly free to begin with. It was a fantasy created by children.” 

“Do you even hear yourself?” Alexander's brow raised. “You're talking as if you weren't the one that broke into tears any time the word vampire was mentioned. Or stayed hidden in her room anytime a vampire came to our door. You were the one that wanted to be told you were safe from them. What changed? Or did they compel you to no longer be afraid?”

A humorless laugh passed her lips. “I know I haven’t been compelled.”

“Who’s to say you haven’t?” He challenged the confidence in her words. “You wouldn’t know if you had or not. They would have made you forget they had.”

Her eyes looked over her brother’s face. She watched as the gold flecks darken with the annoyance growing within him. For as much as Alexander had been keeping things from her, Y/N had been keeping one important thing to herself. 

The secret of hers had been the reason she was no longer afraid of the vampires within the world. Yes, she knew they were still dangerous. She knew that a vampire could easily come up and rip her heart out in a blink of an eye. But just as fate had a way to determine she was meant to be the vampire that night out in the outskirts, she also learned something about herself. 

A life altering revelation that she hadn’t trusted to tell anyone else. And while some part of her wanted to share it with her family or even the Mikaelsons, she couldn’t bring herself to. If there was ever one thing that she should keep to herself, it was what she learned. 

“Why did you step between me and the vampires that night?” She asked a moment later. 

“Because I promised to protect you. I still want to do that. Even if you’re so invested in your role in this.” There would always be a part of him that wanted to protect her. It didn’t matter if it was to project her from the vampires that were around them or from the prophecy that had been thrown onto them. 

“Then why did you step back that night?” She asked, watching his reactions. “If you were so sure you wanted to protect me, why did you step back minutes later?”

She watched as those gold flecks changed position with the several blinks he gave as he took in her question. She watched as the annoyance left his eyes and confusion replaced it. She knew his mind was racing through the details of that night looking for the answer he needed. 

But whenever he tried to come up with an explanation as to why he had, he couldn’t find one. He could only remember the vampires telling him to step back and leave his sister to them. And he had done just that. Against everything within him yelling at him to stay put, he couldn’t bring himself to stay between them. And when they had told Y/N to leave with them, she stood her ground. She fought back without an ounce of fear going through her, even as she stared them down. 

“We are meant to be the balance, Alex.” She said the moment realization formed on his features. The truth was there within his memories. “You say you can’t trust me with things. So here’s the truth. I told Elijah about the visions because I believed I had failed in some way based on what I’ve seen in them. What happened within them, those details will remain between myself and him for now. But the next time you want to think I can’t keep something to myself. It’s been over ten years since that night. And not another soul knows about what you’ve just pieced together.” His eyes met hers and she could almost see the apology within them, but she shook her head. “So the next time you think I can’t keep something to myself. There’s more I’ve learned over the years that no one knows about. It’s you that shouldn’t be trusted with secrets.”

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[desiresiwant]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

word count: 2.1k~

warnings: eventual violence, vivid nightmare

a/n: this is the 5th chapter of my au longfic based off the The Originals (what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?). It’s also the last chapter preview posted. If these previews interested you enough to read more into the series, check out the masterlist to bring you where you need to go!!! If there’s a warning I skipped let me know.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 | 𝗔 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗔 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀

        “𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌!” Rebekah held open the door to the same room Deena woke up in earlier today. Since it was just her and Rebekah since Elijah had matters to take care of, she decided to give her niece a tour of the large compound that was to be her home. "Was once Kol's, but he no longer needs it. I figure you will put it to good use."

        The brother who died. One of them at least.

        Deena learned her family was a lot bigger than expected. Her father was the middle child out of his six siblings, most who have died of natural causes or complications at a young age, as Rebekah—the youngest—explained. She didn't talk much about their parents, her grandparents, and kept details about the dead short and simple. She did mention her grandparents were from Norway, but born in some town called Mystic Falls before they found comfort here in New Orleans. But as Deena continued to spend her time here, though it hadn't been long, New Orleans was beginning to feel like home too.

        "Wow, this is a lot of white."

        Now that she wasn't panicking over an unexplainable memory and it was confirmed her heart was in fact still beating, Deena could finally appreciate the room. A king-sized bed divided the room equally. Dressed in cream-white sheets and brown-mixed pillows, no evidence of blood which was there earlier. The floors are wooden, a perk for spills and paint. Near the bed stood a sizeable curtain-less window with a built-in couch. There were also two doors located in her room beside the main door; one led to a full-sized bathroom with two sinks and a connected bath and showerhead, and the other led to a walk-in closet.

       This room had no personality.

       And after living the majority of her life with her colorful mom, she wasn't used to classic, bland interior and it was a major turn-off.

       Rebekah glanced out the window with curiosity. "Trust me, I know. My brother hired some uptown designer from Manhattan to refurnish the house after it was occupied by a handsome fella we don't speak of." She continued. "I don't think your father cares much for the interior as long as the house is still standing and there's no signs of the previous owner."

        Nodding, Deena entered the closet, astonished at its size. She never had this much space back home, but she wasn't cramped either. "I didn't bring a lot of clothes to fill this closet. I brought what I could carry and left everything back home, which isn't going to last me but a week or two."

        "Not a problem. Say the word and we'll go on a girls-only shopping spree!"

        Deena would never fight against someone willing to pay for her, but this was different. Her old friends back home who had big families told her once that first impressions were everything. Once you start asking for money and depending on everyone's help and getting too comfortable while doing so, then you gain the title of a "Beggar". And Deena didn't want that kind of label stuck to her name forever.

        "I don't know..." Exiting the closet to Rebekah struggling to pinpoint the drain in her tone, Deena continued. "You guys already done so much for me; you fed me, welcomed me willfully into your home, gave me a roof under your house, and now you're offering to pay for this and that. I don't want you thinking I can't do for myself even when you aren't around. I don't wanna waste your hard-earned money on useless needs."

        Though this room could use a makeover and a few outfits won't hurt.

        With a sigh, Rebekah plopped down on the couch at the window. "Love, you're a child." And so was she. There were the same age, but she seemed to possess an old soul. "These are basic needs you shouldn't have to think too hard about. If I had your mindset each time a man has offered to spoil me, I would have been called an ungrateful bitch. Which I have for other reasons," She was stirring away from her point, losing Deena in the mix but got back to what she was saying. "But to the point, you can be independent and willing to accept help at the same time. You are my niece and will be the only—let me provide for you. Money is not a problem and it will never be. How about we go pick up some things and refurnish this room into your likings? I know you hate it as much as I do. It's giving me a bloody headache."

        Rebekah jumped to her feet excited to venture out in the city and spend a load of money without looking at the price tags. It was also an excuse to hang out with Deena more though she has all eternity to do so. Having a mortal, growing niece meant so much to her and she wanted to be there every step of the way.

        Deena rubbed her neck, filling her lungs with a tiresome yawn. "Can we do it another time? I'm a little tired. Jet-lagged." Deena felt the opposite of tired; she felt energized to the point she could jump off a tall building and somehow survive. She had two days to get over her jet-lag but after eating at Mama's Joint, she needed to sleep it off.

        "Of course, we can. Whenever you want. I will be right outside if you need me."

        Deena headed across the room where her open luggage lies next to the bed. She had already taken off her shoes before entering and bent to her knees to search for something comfortable to wear. Sleeping in jeans made her uncomfortable, so she found a pair of boy boxers and stood to undress—until Rebekah's figure was standing at the door Deena watched her disappear from. She clenched her chest with a gasp. She was silent on her feet like Elijah.

        "Sorry for scaring you," She sent her an apologetic smile. "Just wanted to tell you that if you happen to wake up and find the courtyard scattered with random people, don't be alarmed. They work for your father. Tonight's a...a meeting is being held. They could be here all night possibly, but I rather you stay here until morning. You're a pretty girl and who knows what their intentions are."

         A business meeting all night? Deena decided to not question it and gave a nod. "I might sleep all night through day anyways." She reassured. "I ate too much."

         Rebekah sent one last smile before closing the door behind her. Leaving for real this time.

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        𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, Deena is running in the woods.

        Her chest heaved, her throat cold and dry from the amount of air rushing in her lungs, sweat painting her skin like a beautiful piece made of oil painting, she kept running even when she was close to giving out. It was so dark with little to no light guiding her besides the full moon shining down against her shoulders. She couldn't see anything and had to trust her instincts to guide her out the woods that went on forever like an endless maze.

        She glanced over her shoulder—nothing but darkness.

        She kept running.

        She didn't know who or what she was running from or why she felt nothing but fear, but she kept running and never looked back.

        Deena ran past the tall trees encaving her surroundings and entered the entrance of a large green field of nothing. She took a moment to catch her breath, hovered over her quivering squatted knees as she sucked in a large proportion of air that was failing to calm her hammered chest. Then suddenly, a shadow appeared before her. A familiar face. One that pained her to see.

        Deena stepped forward, cautiously with furrowed brows. "Maman?" It was her. Her mother. Tall, thick tight curls filling her head, wearing the last thing Deena saw her in; a fitted tank top under black overalls with paint dried along the thigh area and splattered dots at her waist. Overwhelmed by suppressing emotions, tears filled her brown eyes. "You're supposed to be dead. How are you here? Why are you here?"

        She went to hug her mother, only to fall through her like a ghost. She plunged hard to the ground with no will to get up.

        Deena stared up at her mother who stared down at her with disappointment. "Why are you here? I told you not to come here yet you came anyway? You never listen to me, Deena. Why don't you ever listen?"

        Deena stared at her hands. "Why can't I touch you?" She questioned, ignoring her mother's clear disappointment. "C'est un rêve (Is this a dream)? Am I dreaming?" 

        "You need to leave this city. It's too dangerous with you being here."

        "But I just got here. I'm not leaving."

        "I'm protecting you, Deena!" She shouted with panic then lifted her gaze to nothing but darkness above. "You don't know what you're doing. What you are. What I've done to ensure your safety. It's only a matter of time before she finds you."

        "Who?" Deena struggled to her feet. "Who's coming for me?"

        Instead of answering Deena's concerns amongst many things, she watched her mother peer around the field as if she was looking for someone or sensed someone was near and reached for Deena's wrist, successfully touching her. Deena's eyes grew wide with shock. She felt warm. Real. She could even feel the tiniest hairs brushing along her arm.

        "How is this possible? You feel so real."

        She continued to drag Deena across the field. "She knows you're here. She has sensed you. Come home now—home where I can protect you. Where you should be."

        Deena was stuck on the fact she could touch her mother that she didn't realize how tight her grip was digging into her skin. "Maman, you're hurting me—Ouch!" She attempted to pull free but her mother didn't bother. Deena tripped over herself, and instead of them stopping or her making sure she was okay, she was being dragged along the grassy field. Her mother has never been this powerful. And the woman she knew would never hurt her. "You're hurting me, get off! I said GET OFF!" A magical force came from her hand, releasing her grip from her mother's.

        The force was too strong and sudden it swept her mother off her feet and Deena just a few feet away. She didn't realize what she did until it happened. Her hand clamped over her mouth. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Maman, I—"

        However, her mother wasn't phased by her magical powers. She was looking past Deena with a fearful look on her brown face before she stumbled back.

        Deena was unable to see what her mother saw before a cold hand gripped her neck, suffocating her of oxygen she was already lacking. It was a person in a black cloak. All she saw was blackness when looking for a face. When the figure motioned their hand through the air, blood leaked from a scratch burning across her cheek and Deena gritted her teeth to conceal its pain.

        She couldn't fight them. They were a lot stronger than her. Even her mother failed to fight them off and disappeared after chanting words said by the hooded individual. They then lashed out their tongue, licking Deena's sweat-stained skin, tasting her blood. And the magic that lurks within.

        They hummed, satisfied by what they discovered. "There is power in your blood, child. Such power I seek." A woman's voice spoke through darkness. A thick Nordic accent coated her tongue. Deena squirmed under her hold, unable to escape from, but her breathing grew heavy and pain signals tracked all over her body. The dark head lifted their gaze to the full moon rising at its peak, and though her expression was blacked-out, Deena felt her frown. "But it seems another force of nature calls onto you. We shall meet again. Even if I must stop nature at its course, we will."

        Deena was released.

        She woke up with a terrifying scream scratching up her throat in a puddle of sweat. Red eyes that were once dark brown ceased beneath the shadows, and her ears were filled with the loud cracking of her bones invading her peaceful nature.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD

Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

Here's Day 10 of @whumptober 2024, sorry late, preparing for holiday.

NEW AU Time- Adoption the wolf way- Mikael goes to far during training leaving Finn to make a choice for his little brothers survival.

Set during the time of the baby Mikaelsons (human life)

Tw- child abuse

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Elijah had managed to remain standing until father had left.

Finn wishes he hadn't, if he had fallen before Father left then the man would have known he had gone too far, he would have picked up Elijah and run back to Ayana to get him healed.

Instead Finn was alone with them, Klaus whimpering in the snow from something he had done to his leg during his lesson with father and Elijah limp in the snow.

Elijah’s groan calms Finn’s concern for a brief moment as he steps closer but it's as his brother shakily pushes himself up that the worry returns.

Red on white.

Blood is painfully bright on the snow and Finn kneels, ignoring the cold soaking into to his legging to get a closer look, what from a distance he had assumed was sweat darkening Elijah’s already dark hair wasn’t.

Elijah squints at him, cheeks already red from the chill of the snow, yet look pale when blood trails down his forehead to his eyebrow.

“Finn, head hurts.” Elijah mutters.

“Yes, when did you hit it?” He asks even though he knows, father’s anger at Niklaus’ latest show of weakness had led him to forget he should hold back his full strength when sparring against his eleven year old. Finn had been sure Elijah had managed to block the last hit but clearly not enough.

“Neeklaus?” Elijah asked instead of answering as Finn helped him into a sitting position, something in Finn’s mind screamed as Elijah allowed him to move him with little fight. 

“Elijah i need you to-” he started

“Niklaus.” Elijah insisted looking at him with wide brown eyes.

“Klaus come here.” he shouted over his shoulder, ignoring as his volume caused Elijah to flinch

“I can’t.” came the reply in between sobs.

“Klaus-”

“My leg.” was shouted back in a high voice. 

“Niklaus.” Elijah called as he started to push himself up, Finn has seen him struggle to stay sitting upright he could let him stand and risk falling and hurting himself more.

“No.” he stopped him “Elijah, stay” he ordered, “I'll get him and be right back.”

He swears himself when he gets to Niklaus and finds the issue. Niklaus wasn’t making a fuss, his ankle was swollen to at least twice its normal size, even where he had tried to cool it with the snow, likely done while father spared with Elijah.

Niklaus wasn’t walking anywhere and Elijah wasn't either, Finn would need to carry them back.

“Niklaus climb on my back.” he told him twisting in the snow, thankful when Niklaus wasted no time in throwing himself on him.

Finn was prepared so he didn’t end up in the snow from the sudden weight and only choked a little as he stood before the managed to readjust.

“Finn?” Elijah blinked as he returned to him, blinking again as the movement cause the blood to pass the eyebrow and slide down the left side of his face.

Head wounds bleed; he reminded himself to calm the almost panic, Niklaus’ gasp of horror as he saw their brother didn’t help.

“Elijah.” he answered,

“How here?” Elijah asked, setting ice into his heart.

“What?” he gasped Ayana’s voice loud in her mind with warning of confusion being a bad sign with head wounds, damage to the mind past the body.

“How here?” Elijah asked, clearly confused, looking around them slowly.

“Finn Elijah’s no-” Klaus started.

“I know,” he said, aiming ot clam Klaus with an explanation “we need to get him- both of you to a healer but Elijah is-” 

“Don’t leave me.” Klaus suddenly cried in a panic cutting him off as well as tightening his arms to choke him. Finn bit back a growl .

“i‘m- not leaving you.” he choked out as he pulled at Klaus’ arm to get his air back, “You need to hold onto me and I'll carry Elijah.”

Klaus thankfully calmed down but his being co-operate was made up for when Elijah wasn’t as Finn bend down to try and lift him.

“Mh ogka.” Elijah snapped as Finn tried to pick him up, it may have been believable if it hadn’t taken Finn a moment to understand him

“Elijah.” he hissed through his teeth

“Fffinn” Elijah huffed, “fineee.”

Yet the second time he attempted it, Elijah slumped boneless in his arms with a choked whine of pain, eyes closed tightly.

“‘Lijah!” Klaus squealed in panic too loudly in Finn’s ear leading him to growl in response.

“laus.” Elijah sighed softly, reaching up to touch Niklaus’ face for a moment before his arm dropped limply back to his chest.

Finn swallowed his panic and straightened himself, leaving the training swords and everything else behind in the snow, like father had left his brothers and walked.

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“Arm” Elijah muttered minutes later when the training area had be long left behind.

“Elijah?” he called as he stopped his attention glued to his brother, head injures could lead to sick, he didn’t want his throwing up on him or worse choking on it.

“‘Arm,” Elijah repeated, weakly struggling in his arms only to stop as the movement caused his head to hurt as he whimpered “ot, Fiinnn.” Elijah whined.

“Elijah open your eyes and look at me.” he ordered. “Elijah.” he snapped again when Elijah ignored him, shaking him slightly and ignoring the noise Klaus let out, or the tightening arms that almost choked him.

Elijah opened his eyes but looked confused as he struggled to focus on his face.

“Wha hap end?” Elijah asked before he squeezed his eyes closed.

“Elijah.” he called softly

“urts- wy?” Elijah cried, “innn ‘ake it sop, ‘ease” he begged with a pained whine as he tried to bury himself into Finn's chest, Niklaus’ cries soon joined him and Finn felt the hot tears on his neck

Finn knows they won't get home in time, not with him carrying them both, mother had warned him of the dangers of head wounds, confusion was a bad sign and Elijah was barely aware of him and he was carrying him.

Father had insisted on a long walk to their training spot this morning, likely because Niklaus had been slower when returning from their last session, he had taken them closer to the wolf’s main village than their own.

Finn remembered where it was from when mother had a friend she exchanged flowers and spell ingredients with before Niklaus’ birth, a village that size had to have a healer, even if the wolves healed they had human members that married in. 

It’s Klaus shifting of his back that made his mind up and he changed their direction, they would be back tracking slightly but they would get to help sooner.

Sooner was better.

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“It rainins” Elijah said seemingly to himself.

Finn wished he could take the lack of pain in Elijah's voice as hope, an improvement but mother had taught him that an absence was not always a good sign. 

An old thrall, one who had come across the sea with them had been in pain from his joints for as long as Finn remembered, he had never let it slow him down so Father had kept him, respected him for battling his age, had woken without pain one day and died that night.

“‘Lijah” Klaus called, loosening one of his arms from Finn’s neck to reach for Elijah, “‘Lijah it’s me Niklaus.” 

“‘Ebecar com ere.” Elijah’s voice was soft, almost lost to the wind and the crunch of snow under his foot, he didn’t notice Klaus’ hand waving in his face..

Finn swallowed and smothered his anger at father, he was just dealing with losing Freya in his own way mother said.

It was easier to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, pushing himself to move faster than to think of what father was thinking to leave him with them, to hit Elijah this hard and walk away without noticing.

“It’s bad Finn,” Klaus told him quietly in his ear, tiny face burying itself in the crook of his neck. “‘Lijah not hearing me, he never not hears me.”

“We’ll be fine, it’s not far now.” he prayed he wasn’t lying and kept walking, pulling Elijah closer to him. 

Elijah had always been the thinnest out of them, even Kol the only other winter born of their siblings had been chubby as a baby compared to Elijah. It had made sense before, Elijah was born in mother’s grief for Freya but now Finn hates how fragile he feels in his arms.

—-

It took him too long, he thinks as the posts to the wolves village came into view, a shout ringing out. Elijah's insensible words had faded into faint choked noises of pain whenever Finn managed to force him to wake up to check he was still alive and Klaus' voice had died down to barely there whispers in his ear.

He knows when they're spotted as a shout goes up, it causes him to freeze as more shouts are joined by it

“I smell blood.”

“It’s just kids.”

“Get the healers!”

His body relaxes at the word heart despite himself and before he could do anything Elijah was pulled from his numb arms and the weight of Niklaus on his back was removed by the sudden crowd of adults that formed around them.

The sudden loss of his brothers left him feeling heavier, he stumbled and blinked trying to spot where they had gone but found himself surrounded by strangers.

Right, the wolves he had come here to get help.

“We got you, son.” A woman told him, before he could speak, she was older than his mother and with darker skin than her but lighter than Ayana’s, “what happened to you?”

“Training,” he told her, looking around for his brothers as he found it harder to keep himself upright, “Father went too far.” he admitted without thinking as he tripped over his own feet.

“Hey now, take a breath.” a much older man tried to cam him as he caught him, Finn found himself distracted by the greys in his hair.

“Ah they goin be Kay?” He found himself slurring, leaning into the large warm hand on his shoulder.

“You did good, got them to the best people in time.” A deep soothing voice told him and Finn nodded, “you can rest now son, we got it.”

Finn closed his eyes and everything went peaceful.

He didn't even feel it as he was swept up into the man’s arms.

—-

Finn woke up to being warm and surrounded in soft furs, it took him a moment to discover the source that had woke him.

Rebekah giggled.

“Shhh 'Bekah” Kol voice hushed.

“Come away children, your brother needs rest.” a stranger's voice scolded.

Finn blinked, when did Kol and Rebekah get here, how did they, why?

He sat up suddenly, ignoring his aching muscles as he remembered how he had gotten here, Klaus’ arms around his throat, Elijah limp in his arms.

They was a young woman sitting across the hut with a bundle in her arms. He's almost sure is Henrik, why not when the rest of his siblings were here, but he ignored that for the currently more pressing questions.

“Elijah? Niklaus?”

“Rest young man, you did well but you pushed yourself hard to get them to safety and help.”

“How are they?” he demanded, allowing Rebekah and Kol to settle on his lap suddenly thankful Father hadn't insisted on Kol joining their training he couldn't have carried all three of them.

“The younger one had his leg in a split but he'll heal well, our kind do.” The woman explained freezes slightly as she realised but she said, Finn ignored the strange phase and glared at her.

She hadn't answered about Elijah.

“The other one is being watched,” she sighed, “head injuries can be tricky. It could be weeks until he's himself again.”

“What does that mean?” he questioned trying not to show the fear in his voice, had he been to slow getting Elijah to help.

“He's confused a lot, it's not helped by waking in a strange place.” she explained “although the healer's gossip says he's a stubborn one and they keep finding him out of his place, trying to help others.”

Finn allowed himself to relax that sounded like Elijah, he always tried to escape his sick beds earlier to help.

“Is mother here?” he asked, that had to be the reason his youngest sibling were here, the wolves must have sent someone to tell her.

The woman’s reaction proved him wrong as she growled, calming just as quickly when it caused Henrik to cry.

“Hey there little one, no more big bad wolf.” she soothed the baby, although it didn’t make his want to snatch his baby brother back any less, but with his lap full he couldn’t. “Your mother-” she started before shaking her head, “neither of your parent will be allowed anywhere close to any of you.”

“Why?” he asked bewildered.

“You're part of the pack now, we look after our own.”

[elejah-verse]

[darth-nikeon]

The Originals AU/headcanon where Klaus was present in Hopes life during the s3-4 jump and they were in New Orleans and Cami is alive.

Air Jail

Between the ages of two and four, Hope would every now and then engage in various shenanigans, sometimes small things like hiding things or bigger things like using magic to accidentally knock out the power of half the city. Klaus (after watching some videos on tiktok - which he knows about because Josh told Marcel about it and he mentioned it to Klaus) learns about air Jail (which is something people use on pets or small children when they've been naughty). So when Hope does something bad, he would say "That's one minute in air jail" and he would hold her in the air for one minute before putting her down.

Eventually, Hope realises that if she kicks really hard, her dad will loosen his grip (or completely let go) and give her the chance to escape air jail, so when Hope does something really bad (She hid his paint brushes - it was Kol's idea) Klaus says she'll be in air jail for two minutes, Hope goes up and starts freaking out because she's never been sentenced to two minutes in air jail before, so she kicks him really hard and goes for the door (which she manages to get to because she kicked Klaus so hard in the ribs that it hurts for almost 10 mins).

Hope (who is around 4) finds her way to Cami's flat/apartment (don't ask me how she got there, she just did). Cami opens the door and panics because there's a sobbing four year old at her door so she brings Hope inside and she explains what happened and how her dad is really mad at her (because he gave her two minutes instead of one), Cami thinks this is hilarious and is trying and failing to stifle her laugh (Hope notices and tells her that this is serious and she should stop laughing).

Eventually Hope falls asleep on the couch and Cami calls Klaus (whose been freaking out because his four year old is missing and Hayley won't let him hear the end of it if she ever found out). Klaus zooms over and puts a sleeping Hope in the car, thanks Cami and takes Hope home.

Hope wakes up and Klaus tucks her into bed and she keeps apologising and asking him not to be mad at her (she also reveals it was Kol's idea - Klaus will deal with him later). He promises he's not mad and tells her goodnight 😊

[printcharms]

[amikaelsonstory]

Chapter III is coming tomorrow guys, and if I can say anything in advance, it's going to be messy ;)

[thewheelofrp]

"Little mouse... what part of this sounds like an option?"

[elejahfanfic]

kalijah_

@beautyandwords

[littlebosleepmusings]

(gif credit: @steverobin)

In Memoriam // Hunted (Prologue)

warnings: none

The street's a liar

I'm gonna lure you into the dark

My cold desire

To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart

The danger is I'm dangerous

And I might just tear you apart

Oh, ah, oh

I'm gonna catch ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya

Oh, ah, oh I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh

You're my kill of the night

an undisclosed amount of time from now, sometime in the possibly near and/or certain future…

Lizzie 1. Inter-dimensional Demonic being 0. Maybe all those springs doing cross-country weren’t completely pointless after all. One more turn of a corner, and she’s finally put some distance between them. With all this running down the halls of the high school, she just wishes she wore running shoes that weren’t as pinched at the toes.

Something that looks like a man, but isn’t a man is hot on her tail and they aren’t letting her get away so easily, without a fight.

Another mad dash around a corner, when she suddenly bumps into a heavy, solid figure. For a second, she thought she was screwed, but she’s relieved to find it’s just you.

…

“Oh hey Mrs M,” the teenage girl says, between winded breaths, as you hold onto one another for balance.

“Lizzie.” You’re out of breath yourself, having just taken care of this guy’s friend.

“Right behind me,” she blurts out, just as the humanoid, figure materializes and reveals it’s hideous, inhuman face. Before letting out one of the loudest, death rattling scream you’ve ever heard.

You quickly, push her aside so you can take care of it.

“Got it.”

Without wasting any time, you whip out your blade and drive it straight through them. Watching as they explode into a cloud of ghastly, black smoke.

Your favourite part about the hunt. Watching their physical form disintegrate when you send them back to Hell. Least favourite is probably the sulphur smell.

“Nice one, Mrs. M.” Lizzie lowers her arms from her face, as you realize she’s on the floor. She nearly gags from the smell.

“Come on,” you say offering her your hand, before pulling her up with ease.

“One more down. Only a thousand or so to go.”

You know she’s exaggerating, but you can’t help but grimace. “God, I hope not.” You’re growing tired of the constant threats on your life and the town as of late. At the same exact time, Hope and Josie appear around the corner of the school.

“All good, guys?” The way Hope still looks at you, even now. Like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“Yeah,” you say, sheathing your weapon back in its holster. Smoothing a hand over her hair, you smile at the young girl.

Lizzie starts brushing off her clothes. “Being bait and unable to defend yourself is literally the worst thing. Outfit’s ruined,” she adds.

“At least you were cute bait.” Josie attempts to cheer up her sister.

“Thanks sis...But seriously? I mean we can siphon a demon, but our magic is useless against them. Who comes up with this crap? There should be someone downstairs we can talk to about this.”

Hope and Josie exchange amused glances.

“Alright ladies.” You begin directing them back toward where you all came.

“Let’s get back to the school before anyone notices you’re gone. I don’t want your dad laying into me again.”

Lizzie folds her arms. “Ugh, who cares? He complains about everything.”

“I follow his rules, out of respect for Caroline and the two of you. Plus, I made her a promise…”

“You didn’t follow his rules tonight,” Josie reminds you, with a devilish smirk.

“No, I didn’t,” you admit. “But it was an emergency. I’ll follow em, next time.” You pat Jos on the back in a teasing manner, as the four of you start walking toward the exit.

"Maybe text him at least, to let him know you aren’t dead," you add.

If you know Alaric as well as you think you do, you know he’s likely noticed something was up by now. Your eyes fall to Hope up ahead, chatting with the other two girls.

Call it a parent’s intuition.

[nightingale2004]

Klaroline au

Klaus "Niklaus" Mikaelson, the king of the Gods, the god of art, war, and revenge

Caroline Forbes, the queen of the gods, the goddess of peace, love, and wisdom

[maidmerrymint]

I'm a fan of the idea that Klaus Mikaelson fell in love with Anne Boleyn and when she was going to be executed he turned her so they could be together.

[desiresiwant]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

word count: 4.5k~

warnings: strong language, eventual violence, classic Niklaus resorting to violence and drinking away his problems

a/n: this is the 3rd chapter of my au longfic based off the The Originals (what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?). This chapter features Klaus’s pov, an insider to his struggles accepting his role as a father. Rebekah and Elijah makes their return. Davina as well. If there’s a warning I skipped let me know.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 | 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲

       𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃. From her thick curly roots, to the smeared blood currently being wiped clean from her delicate features, to the soft beatings of her heart indicating she was calmly resting. In his hand, he held an old photo of him sitting next to Vanessa. Who was clearly the girl's mother given the identical features they shared, alongside a letter explaining the situation of his existence with clear instructions to NOT come to New Orleans.

        Yet the girl—Deena, as stated in the letter—came anyway. Hard-headed.

        Klaus remembered Vanessa almost as if it was yesterday. He met the young aspiring witch at a local art exhibit held in The French Quarter where she first struck his interest, besides being the only who wore silly socks with a tight-fitting dress. She was not only well-spoken in art, but she had a way with words in which Klaus wouldn't notice the smile he wore until she told him, and she was her own person with a peculiar taste in fashion. And he liked it. In fact, he loved it. They hit it off quickly and spent every chance they had with each other, until one day she disappeared without a word. Klaus assumed it was because of him and didn't blame her since she was too good for his world and she deserved more than what he could provide for her.

        "Impossible," Were the first words Klaus said. He tossed the photo to the floor and faced his back to Deena to slip her from his memory, to Elijah who spoke not one word until Klaus spoke first.

        Elijah picked the photo from the floor and placed it on the table beside the written letter before Klaus seized a chance to rip it. "Whether it's true or not, the child needed our help and we gave that to her. Nik—"

       "You expect me to believe this child is mine from a silly photo with a woman I dallied with years ago and some loveless letter of lies?" Growled Klaus. His mouth suddenly felt dry and though he did his best to put up a front, the fear in his eyes was evident and by the end of his words, panic had entered. "I am a vampire. I cannot procreate!"

        Rebekah rinsed the cloth of blood in the warm water of dark red ready to be refilled and continued to clean the child's face and arms the best she could. The scent of her blood was alluring, preying them to feed into their cravings with just a taste, a single drop of her blood until there was no restraint to stop. But they have lived long enough to control their thirst, and the blood lust wasn't as appealing when the victim's a child and presumed to be a Mikaelson.

        "Magic made you a vampire as us all, Nik." Rebekah pointed out. "But you were born a werewolf; it courses in your blood given by your father, so it is possible. Ludicrous but possible. And we can confirm it with your blood and hers. And a witch."

        That shut Klaus up.

        "The child has already been through enough, and we can't be sure of which witch we can trust until we figure out the origin of this madness. Let's not bother her anymore and hope she wakes soon." As Elijah spoke, he watched Deena intensively under his black lashes and compared her physical similarities to his little brother. Her lips. Her ears. Even her nose with a slight readjustment, accurately portrayed Klaus but there was no way to be sure without that spell Rebekah mentioned.

        Rebekah rolled her eyes. "She will be fine. With my blood in her system, she's healing a lot faster than before. And I know a witch we can use; she was just here not too long ago banging on our doors to hear her out. And by the looks of it, she cares enough to do anything for her," Rinsing the last of Deena's blood into the bowl, Rebekah placed the rag on the dresser and carried the bowl into her arms to be refilled. She caught sight of Klaus's quietness, his eyes never leaving the child and added, "And if we hold this off any longer, we might as well shave our heads bald and pay ourselves a visit to the loony bin, and I don't rock a bald look. I would rather stab myself with the white oak before I plug in a bloody razor."

        Rebekah left for the bathroom.

        They knew exactly who Rebekah spoke of—Davina Claire, the teenage witch who wanted but nothing to do with the Mikaelsons. More specifically Klaus. After Elijah thought about the decision, he began to view Rebekah's point and agreed. However, the decision wasn't up to him.

         Klaus could feel his brother's heated stare as he looked to him for answers he didn't have nor wished to answer. He stood quietly acquainted with fear more than anyone has witnessed since Mikael's invasion back in 1919. He does want the answer, but he's too prideful to ask for help and he was too afraid of the outcome.

        Elijah then understood he would have to make the decision for them both and found Rebekah's gaze as she exited the bathroom with a clean bowl of warm water. "Let's do the spell."

━━━━━━ ━━━━━━

        𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒. Her eyes never left Klaus as she made her way down the hallway and into the spacious room, waiting for a reason to use her magic against him, until she found Deena lying unconscious on the freshly made bed in the room she had once lived in back when Marcel was around and things were a bit hectic because of her. Or at least similar. She rushed to Deena's side with a gasp.

        "She will be alright," Elijah answered her panicked thoughts as she pulled back at the blood staining her hands when she reached out for her. She sent him a soft glare and carefully took Deena's hand into hers. "Will you be able to perform the spell?"

        Klaus, remain quiet. The quietest he's ever been.

        Davina noticed her friend appeared a lot brighter in her complexion despite her blood-stained clothes. Even noticing her cuts vividly healing before her eyes which meant she was given vampire blood, and she felt guilty. Like it was her fault for not protecting her or keeping her away from Klaus as she intended to do. And by keeping the supernatural world a secret to protect her, she felt she had done more harm than good.

        "I can try but since her blood is tainted, I'll have to—"

        "The blood on her clothes is pure. Can you use that instead?" Asked Rebekah.

        Davina narrowed her gaze from Deena's stained clothes. It was easy magic she's done before and responded, "I'm only doing this for Deena and no one else, so don't call me here again. I don't wanna be mixed up in your family drama." Her gaze found Deena's. "And she shouldn't have to either."

        "You have my word," Elijah promised.

        If Klaus was in his right mind, he would've had something to say about this but for the first time in a while, he had no energy to feed into petty drama.

        Because Davina knew she could trust Elijah out of all the original siblings, she began the spell. She emptied the bowl of marbles she found on the dresser and began to remove Deena's blood into the bowl leaving her shirt spotless as if it had been recently washed. She then faced Klaus. "I need your blood." She demanded.

        One by one, they looked to Klaus who was currently in his own world. He didn't hear Davina but he soon felt their stares and allowed Elijah's voice to be heard as he called his name softly. Of course, he was worried for his brother. He's never failed to hide his worrisome in times like this. Klaus followed his gesture towards Davina waiting for something he had. What was it she asked for? My blood? Without wasting another second, he bit into his wrist and held it over the bowl as his blood began to mix in with Deena's. He pulled back his arm as he began to heal and waited in the far corner.

        Rebekah practically hovered over Davina as she continued on with the spell and Elijah stood in the center of everyone, his eyes never leaving Klaus. About five minutes later, Davina stood from her seat indicating she was finished with the spell.

        Rebekah peeled herself from the wall. "Well, is it true? Has my brother officially knocked some poor woman up against her will?"

        Klaus saw the way Davina looked at Deena, the look was enough to give him the answers they longed for, but he needed to hear it from her lips. He was desperate as they all were for the answer. She sighed finally meeting Klaus's anxious gaze. "She's a hundred percent Klaus's child." Davina announced.

        Klaus was shocked into silence.

        Not one word has been spoken as they struggled to process nature's loophole. A child, a true Mikaelson, here in flesh by the blood and DNA of Klaus, the Original Hybrid unable to create any lifeform of the living. It was difficult to create a logical answer in their heads how any of this was possible. Klaus has slept with countless women throughout the centuries, so why is it now that it's possible for his seed to create a mortal being? What made Vanessa so special out of all?

        Rebekah felt bitterness towards the situation. Though she was happy her brother has a child he could watch grow old and she has become an aunty, she knew that kind of possibility wasn't possible for her. And she desired what Klaus had—a family. From her own DNA, conceived naturally from her body, children of her own. But she was a vampire. Unlike Klaus, she could not procreate. There was no loophole for her.

        However, Elijah failed to hide his glee. After years of cleaning up after his brother's retaliation, years of watching his demons mold his anger to fear that has built a wall between his misery and his own happiness; wanting nothing but the best for him and for him to let go of his grudges against the world and start letting people in, he believed this could be a chance for Klaus to start over fresh. For not only Klaus, but for himself and for Rebekah. Maybe with the child's presence, could diminish their negative ways and bring back empathy. Something they haven't felt in a while.

        Klaus shuffled into the desk behind him, his tear-filled eyes never left the unconscious girl. He didn't look at her with hate or displeasure; it was a softer look that couldn't be explained in words. There was too much roaming around in his head and in his heart and in his actions, it was too much for him to process.

        Davina suddenly lifted the blood-filled bowl from off the bed and placed it on the smaller dresser near the bed in case Deena moved in her slumber. She clapped her hands together, gathering their destruct attention. The awkward silence was too much for her to stand in. "If that's all, I'm leaving." She sent Deena an apologetic stare before she was already out the door.

        In a flash, Davina's backside was pressed against the opened door with a hard thud. Klaus held her by the neck, seizing to scare her by his threatening presence. "What kind of trick are you playing, Davina? Do you think I can be easily fooled? Do you not fear your worthless life?" He tightened his hand as she fought out his hold. She even sank her fingers between so that she could breathe.

       "I did the spell like you asked!" Davina cried out.

        Elijah sped towards the abrupt commotion while Rebekah took a hesitant step forward, in an attempt to pull Klaus from off Davina before he did anything he'd regret, but his grip loosened from her neck as an enormous amount of pain surged his brain. He fell to his knees while gripping his head like a maniac. His groans of pain and her lifted hand allowed them to put together the pieces.

        Davina stumbled back as she caught her breath, rubbing her now red neck, eyes frantic on the other siblings in case they were going to try her. They held their ground. "Look, Deena's my friend. And as much as I wish I had sabotaged the spell and made your lives miserable, it wouldn't be fair to her and I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. She is your daughter whether you like it or not. And if you don't believe me, fine! Find another witch who's willing to do the spell. Not that you have many to call. I'm outta here."

        The pain stopped as soon as Davina left the room. Klaus fell to the floor relieved of his torment. He will have his chance to murder that witch with his own bare hands someday. For now, he was focused on regaining his consciousness.

         Elijah was already at his side to help him up. "Niklaus—"

        "I don't need your help!" He pushed away his brother's helping hand and stood on his own. Everyone stood in silence. Klaus took one last look at Deena and fled the room within seconds.

        Elijah sighed.

        "How is this possible, Elijah?" Rebekah asked, staring at the child trying to find the similarities. There were a few, the same Elijah pointed out earlier, but it was hard to believe the child was real. "Despite him being a hybrid...is—is this natural? Is she truly his offspring? And If so, can he produce more?"

        "This is all new to me as it is for you, but spells cannot lie. And I trust Davina. She is a hundred percent Klaus's offspring. Now for the lather, I will have to look into that."

        She stopped at his side. "But—"

        "I said I will look into it," Rebekah recognized that tone and held off from asking any more questions that couldn't be easily answered. "Why don't you find the child something she can wear when she awakens? I will go find our brother and talk some sense into him."

        Without a word, Rebekah sped over to where Deena's luggage sat to look for come clean clothes.

        "And Rebekah?"

        She glanced up with a hum.

        He motioned his finger around the room. "Make sure the house is empty before she awakens. We don't need an incident to occur or a hungry vampire's blood on our hands."

        She rolled her eyes. "I'm always stuck with babysitting when I can do more than that," She whined. "The child I can do, but a house of pre-war vampires? They are already a pain in the ass."

        "Just get it done."

        She rolled her eyes and continued to search through Deena's clothes.

━━━━━━ ━━━━━━

       𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 entering the bar he sat at to drain his sorrows in. It was only a matter of time before Elijah tracked him down. He never ventured out of his usual locations and his secretive spots were a work in process. Bringing up his empire took up the majority of his time having to fight through an army of vampires loyal to his dear Marcel. Of course, he couldn't bring himself to kill the boy he raised to make an example out of him, so he let him flee.

        But none of that seemed to matter now that he found out he's a father.

        Father.

        A strange title he couldn't force himself to withhold. And instead of believing his forced reality, he decided to drink forth to a past he lived before the child was a thing. His glorious days he might call it.

        "You learn of the existence of your child and yet you sit here to drink it away?" Elijah swiftly made his way toward Klaus.

        Klaus placed down his 5th empty glass of whiskey and released a stressful sigh upon Elijah's disturbing question. "I do not wish to hear your nagging, brother unless you have come to join me?" With his head dangled over the glass-stained counters, he signal the waiter to pour him another glass.

        Elijah then unbuttoned his jacket and ordered the waiter to serve him another round of whiskey as he took his seat next to him. They sat in silence. But knowing Elijah, he couldn't hold off the conversation any longer.

        "What are you thinking, Niklaus?"

        "I think of nothing. But I do think I need a stronger drink, don't you agree?" Klaus was clearly bothered by the question and ordered stronger liquor he could drown in, which meant there was something on his mind. Elijah knew what it was, but understood his tough-hearted brother needed a little push.

        "Your expression tells me otherwise." He thanked the waiter who placed down his drink, and took a small sip before he continued. "Are you afraid you will become a bad father?"

        "And so she has gotten to you with her puny lies? Oh, the Noble Elijah." Klaus mocked his title with a scoff. "The Elijah I knew would not be easily swayed by an amenable spell performed by the very witch who has tried to kill me more than twice and more to come in the future. A spell so that she can forge a weakness to catch me off guard when I have no weaknesses to be used!"

        "And the brother I know would never be troubled with such matter if you truly believe her spell was purged." Klaus's heart thudded faster than its usual speedy pace, which Elijah heard or else he wouldn't have continued his boring speech. "No matter how you feel or what Davina's true intentions are, I do trust her and I trust she would not lie about something as great as this. Think about it, Niklaus, the girl's mother disappeared without a trace and when you asked of her to be located, the witch could not find her on any map which meant she was either cloaked or dead. A cloaking spell is only used when you want to hide from someone or you have something to hide."

        "Yes, thank you, Elijah, for explaining to me the usage of a cloaking spell. Care to explain how to have a quiet drink without your brother pestering him with bogus ideas next?"

        Elijah sighed. "I wish you would not joke for once."

        Elijah wasn't phased when Klaus slammed his glass against the counter and faced his brother with an irritated look on his face. "Well, how else should I process this kind of information, brother? Shall we light a candle in a dark room, stare each other in the eyes, drink from goats' blood, then share our darkest fears and insecurities with one another?" He offered, humor on his tongue.

        Elijah wore no smile on his face at his brother's silly offer. "I wish you would be honest with me for once and not hold up such a wall as if I am here to shame you of the very thing I want you to have—a family."

        He faced the counter with the glass already at his lips. It was beginning to taste like water. "I already have a family." He boasted.

        "And now you have a daughter, who is family."

        The glass pressed heavily on his bottom lip when he suddenly froze. His eyes grew big hearing the D-word and family placed into the same sentence, no longer able to hold up his glass or Elijah would see his hand was shaking. Turning his head to control himself or Elijah would catch the glossy glint filling his vision. Forcing his heartbeat to slow or Elijah would detect his anxiety. A new weakness. One he kept struggling to deny.

        Elijah made a good point about Vanessa because anyone who knew her knew she would never run from anything not even Klaus himself, but of course because of his nature, the thought never crossed his mind. He only assumed it was because of him, not the result of an action they both consented to.

        Klaus could still feel his brother's stare. He knew that if he didn't say something now—the absolute truth behind the wall he kept gluing up—Elijah would get it out of him one way or another. And frankly, he just needed an ear to hear him out. And since Cami was not in viewpoint, he had no choice but to open up to his brother.

        "Fine, you win. You want to know how I feel about becoming a father? I am petrified."

       He finally faced Elijah who had been waiting all day for this exact moment to unfold, only to feel guilty for pressing the matter. But it was what he wanted, and Klaus would give him just that.

        "Given the lack of fatherliness I received, I don't believe the subject is far-fetched. I mean, the girl is practically a young adult, what do I have in common with her? I have lived a self-ruled life of volition and a deep crave for violence as I rain hell upon my enemies, to suddenly become a father of a teenager in less than an hour?" He scoffed. His eyes suddenly black with anger while gulping down his drink in one sip and slammed the glass (almost breaking it) against the counter which caught a little attention. "Her mother knew of this knowledge yet she decided to keep it from me. Just wait until I track her down, she will never hear the last of me."

        Elijah was finally able to understand a piece of Klaus's mind. There is potential and he was already showing it despite his crave for harming the child's mother. "You have missed her childhood; her first word, her first steps, her early years of growth and you feel guilty for that. But now you have a chance to miss no more of her development. This can be a new beginning for us all, for you, Niklaus. Maybe this isn't a bad thing."

        "What if..." He swallowed hard. "What if I'm not ready? What if I'm not...good at this? Good enough? I have no experience of this sort and I don't always have the best interest of whomever I come across."

        Elijah is taken back at his vulnerability and placed his hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort. "No one is ever ready for fatherhood, it just happens. But you are not alone in this, you have me and Rebekah at your side. Together we shall find a way. Always and forever." He smiled warmly.

         For a moment, both brothers shared the weight of Klaus's fears. Hope sparked in his eyes and with comfort he knew his brother would always be at his side no matter the gravity of the situation and it made him feel a little less lonely. Almost happy even, until he remembered Zoeè and the silly prophecy she spoke of conjured out of ignorance, and the witches who seek to fulfill it by sacrificing Deena.

        He stood to his feet with a mission written on his face. "Enough milking my sorrows, brother, I have Camille for that. Because we," While placing down his bill, "have a long list of witches to kill."

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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No. 12: STARVATION

Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

Here's Day 12 of @whumptober 2024

back to Forgotten, following from "What's the bad news?" as Kol finds out how much has changed.

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Kol woke up choking gasping for air he could get.

“Crap-” he barely managed to catch the words but he recognized Marcel's voice. “Invite him in, D.”

“Come in.” a girl’s voice called quickly.

Suddenly he could breathe as the crushing feeling vanished.

He blinked as he was able to take in his situation, he was in a coffin unsurprisingly but the pair that stared at him weren’t his family.

When Klaus daggered him he was expecting to lose another century, as much as Finn and Rebekah claimed they wouldn't allow it, that they were a team now; they couldn't undagger him if they didn't know where he was, the fact none of them knew where Elijah was. 

Some part of him wondered despite all Nik’s claims that his brother had another hiding hole and at some point in the last century Elijah had ended up there, annoyed Nik so much that he hadn't been released for the happy family reunion.

He wasn’t expecting it to be Marcel Gerard’s frown that greeted him. 

At least he didn’t look too different from the cafe meeting, fashions the same meaning it couldn’t have been that long. 

The pretty witch was a delightful addition but that did little to get rid of his rage, however before he could fully lunge for Marcel's throat he found himself thrown back a pinned flat in the coffin. 

“You hurt either of them and I’ll lock you in there forever.” the girl told him coldly, as Kol was stuck looking between the ceiling and Marcellus’s stupid face. 

A witch and powerful at that, Kol smirked as he realised this- she was the reason the witches were desperate to call Nik and used the baby to control him, they were lucky Nik was desperate to lure Elijah back, with the call of family. 

Otherwise Nik would have abandoned the child over his pride, instead it had set him up against his beloved chosen Marcellus and Kol had been made into a bargaining chip.

Given to Marcel, helpless, as a god damn chest piece, a pawn, for all Nik’s claims of family Kol, his brother, had once again fallen to the side again.

That didn't explain why he was undaggered, as much as he despised it he knew he was far more manageable than way.

“Marcel, didn't know you liked my company that much.” He grinned, as he left the force holding him drop and he slowly pushed himself up

“I don't,” Marcel snapped, stepping back and placing himself between Kol and the witch. “I just hate those daggers.”

“Really I remember from my sister's complaints, you had no issue leaving her daggered for decades to get on Nik’s side.” he replied before cocking his head to investigate the witch, “Kol Mikaelson at your service, love.”

The girl, D?, he remembered Marcel calling as he suffocated earlier, didn't offer her name and instead stared at him.

“That's none of your-” Marcel started, but Kol cut him off.

“My sister, my business.” he reminded him.

Marcel sighed and Kol caught the faint sounds of a piano being played, he closed his eyes for a moment to breathe, another vampire was downstairs and yet that was all. The house was empty other than Marcel, the young witch and the vampire downstairs playing, it was strange, they clearly weren't in the compound. He thanked his supernatural hearing and the differences between humans and vampires that allowed him to notices the small scattered vampires in the crowds outside.

Bodyguards, but for the witch or the vampire downstairs because if that one was a guard he wouldn’t be playing but up here. A lover perhaps moved away to keep from Klaus or Rebekah when she eventually returns to the city, while the noise outside spoke of the city, it was calmer than the compound’s location. 

Either way to weak points Marcel was allowing him to know about.

“What are you up to Marcel?” he asked, honest curiosity, “a little hide away in the city”

“I want your brother out of my city.” Marcel answered.

“The city my brother's built, you mean?” he corrected he knew how much work Elijah had put into this city, he was half the reason he had followed Niklaus here. 

“Kol, he daggered you.”

“He does that.” Kol snapped “Sure I'm pissed at him but why you think I'd side with his foundling over my blood, I don't know.”

“What if it was for Elijah?” Marcel asked, making Kol freeze as all his thoughts vanished.

“What!?” he lunged ignoring the witch and found himself thrown back into the coffin for it, “if you’ve had him-” he snarled “after everything he did, he loved you, gave you up-”

“You knew?” Marcel blinked.

“Of course I saw the way he looked at you before I was daggered again,” he snarled as honest resentment spilled free “to protect you. I saw the way you were the next time I was undaggered, once again Elijah gave up what he wanted for Nik, and yet again he didn’t notice.”

“Did you all-“

“Yes.” Kol seethed as he attempted to smother his anger, “but Nik couldn’t admit he made a mistake, that he was jealous of how close you were, and later Bex wasn’t going to think too much on the fact both her brothers saw her lover as a son. So what have you done to Elijah?“ he managed to ask calmly. 

“Nothing- I’ve been trying to fix it.“ Marcel protested making Kol frown but he once again pushed himself up without making any threatening moves, the witch’s glare was fierce as she watched him.

She was young, mid to late teens and powerful, and no doubt a brilliant mind behind sharp eyes, but Elijah had to come first.

“Fix what? tell me.” he demanded as he climb out of the coffin.

“Your father made a version of the daggers, to keep Elijah out of the way when he hunted Klaus, he left your brother here until he killed Klaus.”

“So undagger him.” he retorted the obvious while resisting the urge to swear and take his anger out on the coffin tearing it apart would mak him feel better, because of course it was fucking Mikael, hunting Niklaus and not caring about any of the rest of them getting caught in the middle.

“I tried as soon as we found him, we couldn't.“

“What do you mean, couldn't?” he asked, “just pulled the dagger out.”

“He couldn’t, it was different from those ones,” the witch added, “ the moment it entered Elijah’s heart the enchantment spread to his body.” 

“It took the work of several witches before we developed an idea of how to free him.“ Marcel added moving, clearly to pull his attention from the witch.

“So he’s free now, what’s the issue?” he questioned because something wasn’t working out and Kol had a creeping sense of dread of what it was.

The piano playing vampire downstair must be Elijah as the only other one in the house but missed notes and mistakes that Elijah would never argued against that idea.

“He was awake and feeling it every moment, the dagger in his heart, the clothes on his skin.” Marcel confessed and Kol hated as the dread settled in his stomach, very little could keep Elijah from them but Kol swallowed around the lump in his throat. Finn had been awake for centuries in his coffin, hearing it all but even he hadn’t been feeling the object in his heart. 

And he had still been with the family, even if he hated them.

Elijah had been awake and aware they had left him, forgotten him. 

Elijah who had always done everything to keep them together. 

Alone.

“I want to see him.” he said, suddenly, it couldn’t be that bad, Elijah just needed to know how much the family needed him and he could shake off whatever leftover effects.

The pair shared a look before they nodded, the witch disappearing ahead of them out of the room.

“No violence.” Marcel started after they left the room.

“What?”he blinked stopping for a moment for moving faster to catch up

“He’s not as he was, so just be careful around him.” Marcel warned and Kol noticed they were heading towards the music, the witch must have run ahead, to warn them-Elijah maybe.

“He’s my brother. I've known him for 8 centuries on and off.” Kol reminded sharply, he had lost over two centuries thanks to the coffins and Elijah’s habit of helping Nik. 

“Just-” Marcel let his breath out in a hiss, “Please, listen and be gentle.”

Kol wanted to retort that Elijah didn’t need gentle, had never needed it but he remembers over hearing Finn’s nightmares before he left the mansion to find Elijah before mother’s death.

Finn had never been close enough to any of them to confide in them, then never bothered to look for a problem but Elijah was different, they had all worked to see what little weakness they could use to combat his iron will.

“Wait here,” Marcel ordered, as they reached the door where the music was coming from, closer now just made the flaws and mistakes Elijah wouldn’t make clearer. 

Kol was humouring Marcellus, that was all.

It couldn’t be that bad, Elijah was- well Elijah.

Maybe the time had messed up his nerves, his hands were stiff from so long not using them.

“How are you feeling today Elijah?” He heard Marcel ask, causing the music to stop. 

“I can’t play, my hands just aren’t working with me today.” Came a quiet answer, Kol bit his cheek, softer than Elijah normally was but it was still his brother’s voice. 

It had only been a handful of years to him but it sounded too different but still, it was Elijah. 

He had been here all this time,but maybe he had been right, it was just some left over stiffness, he could call his siblings, Finn who had been growing worryingly open about his concern and Rebekah he had caught crying blaming herself for Elijah’s absence.  

“You have a visitor.” Marcel said and Kol knew his cue so he pushed the doors open and strolled in as if he owned the place half expecting a judgemental look. 

“Hello bro-“ he started but failed to finish as he took in the other. 

The last time he had seen Elijah his brother had held him for Klaus to dagger, sharp suit, cold expression and disappointment in his narrowed eyes. 

This Elijah looked at him with wide eyes, hair short and free of any product, suit gone replaced by a too big loose sweatshirt.

He looked small, Kol couldn’t help but he stuck by it. 

“Kol?” his brother called in disbelief looking between him, Marcel and the witch.

“He's real.” Marcel told Elijah painfully softly, it set a chill down his spine.

Kol watched as a grin spread across Elijah's face, he managed to catch sight of him standing from the piano before he found himself staring at the ceiling as his back hit the ground, too shocked to brace himself. 

His brother was too light, he thought as he realised Elijah was on him. 

One arm around his back, the other cupping the back of his head so he hadn’t hit it on the floor, because of course Elijah had thought of that. 

His brother’s head was buried in his shoulder and could feel the deep breaths he was taking but Kol’s mind was stuck by the fact Bex had felt heavier last time they had wrestled.

His hands moved to hug his brother back, and he swallowed as he felt how thin and fragile he was.

“What happened?” he croaked around the lump in his throat.

“Sorry I've been working on that.” Elijah admitted sheepishly as pull back from his neck to look him in the face, he had  clearly noticed the way Kol’s hands had frozen on his back, a world away from his confident big brother.

Elijah stared at his face for a moment as if to memorise it, giving Kol as much time to trace the sharp cheekbones and jaw, too thin, his brother had alway been handsome, it was something they shared but never this delicate, before he returned his face to his shoulder hugging him tightly enough that he felt his bones crack.

He wrapped himself back around Elijah too scared to squeeze himself in case he broke him.

The dagger was different, he had been awake and apparently starving inside the coffin, alone, what if it had weakened his bones, his healing?

 “You going to let me go?” he asked after he realised too much time had passed to be normal, or acceptable in any other time, he had managed to sit up which left him with a brother on his lap.

Elijah  barely noticed the move or his current place and Kol was growing highly aware of just how light he was.

"Just a little more." Elijah almost pleaded into his shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” he replied in an attempt to reassure and get Elijah to let go, he hadn’t expected he would need to do more than that but Elijah just shook his head and attempted to hug him tighter.

He choked slightly at the pressure.

“Hey E,” Marcel called lightly, making Kol want to pull Elijah closer himself, E? Lik he had called the witch D, no one nicknamed Elijah, “you may want to loosen your hold before you hurt him.”

Suddenly he no longer had a brother on him as Elijah threw himself backwards, rising from the ground to standing was graceful as he expected of his brother as was watching as he flatten the front of his hoodie the way he would with a suit.

But those were only glimpses of familiar things, everything else screamed wrong.

“How come you're here?” Elijah asked, but he clearly wasn’t interested in the answer as he was still looking over Kol as if he expected him to vanish.

“Nik-” Kol started but realised as soon as the name left his mouth he had made a mistake as Marcel froze but Elijah flinched.

“Niklaus, he's here in the city?” Elijah spoke his voice sharper than the soft murmur he had started to hate but he realised it was better than the panic now clear “Marcel that's what your-” he twisted to face Marcel “why, why now? Where was he? What did I do wrong?” 

Something in Kol’s chest breaks the same way Elijah’s voice did in the final question.

“What?” he asked “why do you think that Elijah?”

“I had to,” Elijah explained, “or why was I left behind, I had to, they had to have a reason.” 

“It’s alright, I've got it under control, you and D are safe here.” Marcel promised, as he took a step closer to Elijah, Kol noticed the witch stand up as well.

“NO!” Elijah shouted stepping back from Marcel, but the volume vanished as Elijah's voice hitched “He’ll bring father back.” he whimpered.

Kol was frozen on the floor as he watched his big brother wrap his arms around himself and shook. 

Untouchable, prefect, collected Elijah, gone.

Gone without any of them noticing.

Kol took a breath, smothered his own fear at the sight, the hurt and pushed himself back to his feet, standing within arms reach of Elijah, curled in on himself as he was made the height difference between them stark.

“Mikael’s dead.” he said.

“What?” Elijah’s shaking stopped and Kol found the narrowed eyed glare of dark eyes was a relief as the sharp attention fixed on him “He- when?”

“Over a year ago.” he answered 

“Over a year” Elijah repeated after him with a flat empty tone “and nobody came.”

“We didn't know where you were,” the words caused Elijah to shudder but Kol kept going “Finn left looking for you. Me and Bekah too, we all have since Klaus undaggered us.

“Rebekah was daggered?” Elijah asked.

“How long has she been daggered?” Marcel spoke at the same time.

“About a year after they left here,” he replied, Rebekah had told him shortly after the rework when mother was attempting to play happy families. “Mikael found them again.”

“You were looking.” Elijah said slowly.

“Of course.”

Elijah seemed to take the words in as his breathing calmed, however before Kol could say another thing he's eyes slid shut and Kol lunged to catch Elijah as he collapsed.

“ELIJAH!” he shouted. Looking up to find Marcel frozen in a similar reaching position, “What wrong with him?” he demanded

“He’s overwhelmed.” Marcel sighed

“Elijah doesn't just-” he started

“He does now, a century in the coffin changed things, you saw that.” Marcel pointed out.

“It’s more than emotional things” the witch added, “it’s physical, he sleeps more, struggles to stay warm, has some days he can't get out of bed-”

“And drinking?” he asked, “You said you removed the dagger a few months ago and he's still too thin.”

“He forgets to eat.” The witch explained annoyance and concern as she looked at Elijah.

“And you have him locked away alone here because-” he trailed off expecting an answer.

“He gets overwhelmed.” Marcel repeated, “he forgets his strength sometimes, he killed two of my guys by accident and then blamed himself for it.”

“So you leave him with a teenager.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can look after myself, I'm helping Elijah.” the girl protested.

“I'll take him to his room.” Marcel said as he stepped closer, Kol readjusted his hold on ELijah until he had him in a bridal carry, shifting them until Elijah’s head was in the crook of his neck, Elijah skin was colder than he should have been.

“No.” he replied.

“What?”

“Lead the way. He's my brother.”Kol added with a touch too many teeth to be anything other than a threat.

Elijah is as terrifyingly light as he feared, he noted as he walked through the house following Marcel, it seemed his coffin was on the other side of the house from Elijah’s room.

Once he followed Marcel through the door, he wasn’t sure what he expected but he was relieved to find the room looked to his brother’s taste, that was one thing unchanged, numerous filled bookshelves  sat against the walls and a clearly in use writers desk sat among them.

The furniture was simple yet classy, the biggest difference was the bed, or more honestly the stack of folded blankets sat on it.

Kol sets Elijah down gently in the bed but still frowns when it causes no reaction, Elijah was a light sleeper, a necessity with four younger siblings and Mikael.

“He sleeps heavily.” Marcel explained noticing his concern, as he began covering Elijah was a series of blankets.

He watched taking a step back when he thought they were done only to blink when Marcel stepped over to the writers desk and started writing onto a piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” He asked, keeping his voice low out of instinct.

“Writing a note so he doesn’t wake up thinking you were a dream and start wondering if he ever escaped the coffin.” Marcel told him.

“That could happen?” he asked, hearing the horror in his own voice.

“Hasn’t for a few weeks but if anything set us back it would be this.” Marcel said casually like it wasn’t a nightmare, Kol’s calm controlled always put together big brother; broken, shattered, untrusting of his own mind.

Kol turned and walked from the room before he gave in to the part of him that wanted to crawl into the bedside his brother and refuse to let him go so he was never alone again.

He found the witch waiting for them standing tensely, he plastered on a charming smile and smothered the terror of the fact Elijah was the one that needed protecting now.

“Sorry,” he apologised as he stepped out the door and waited for Marcel to follow “I never got your name Love.”

“It’s Davina, Davina Claire,” she told him coolly but he noticed the interest in her eyes.

Well that settled that then, both reasons he had even bothered to follow Nik back to this place in one place.

“So we got a deal, you keep this a secret and help me to get Klaus to leave-” Marcel began after he shut the door.

“No.” he smiled.

“What?“

“I’m staying.”

“What?” Marcel repeated flatly

“I told him I’m not going anywhere, I meant it.” Kol shrugged, he hadn’t when he said the words but as the full realisation of what Mikael had done, of how Elijah had reacted to Nik’s name, there was no way he was leaving Elijah.

“Klaus and you wanted me out the way, so I’ll stay here out of both your ways with Elijah and you can have fun fighting Klaus for this city.“ he beamed with an innocent smile that none of his siblings believed but far too many outside them did.

His smile widened as he took in the horror in Marcel’s expression.

Marcel might be family after all as he clearly saw through it.