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a/n — heavily inspired by the movie Lawless.
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The Sheriff adjusts his badge out of habit and sizes up the newest deputy the council has sent him. The young lad is complaining already. He wishes they'd stop, let him run his town. Not that it really was one, a murder a day and a gunshot every two seconds, but he took care of the people—and took money off the riffraff.
"Sheriff Forbes, I just feel that the Mikaelson business could be better if dealt with more...stable hands. Look, I'm not saying you're doing anything wrong I just feel we should be taking precautions—" Sheriff Forbes rolls his eyes.
"Listen, Lockwood. The Mikaelsons have been runnin' the liquor business since before you were born—heck, since before I was," the Sheriff licks his lips and sighs, "The Mikaelsons, they have this...feel about 'em."
"Yeah, they're goddamn animals!" he slams his pointer finger on the table, "They have Indian blood in them. Their animalistic behaviour has to stop," Special Deputy Lockwood snorts and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Even if I could, there's this feelin' 'round these parts about that Niklaus Mikaelson. They say he's different than other folks," Sheriff Forbes licks his lips again.
"Different?" Lockwood asks, unimpressed.
The Sheriff looks young Lockwood in the eye, "Indestructible."
"You mean immortal?" Lockwood chortles ruefully, "You fucking hicks and your legends. Sheriff, I'd be happy to show you what a Lockwood Sub-machine Gun does to an immortal."
"Yeah, well, this is my town and you can't just shoot 'im."
"Do I look stupid? I already know who to start with," Lockwood smirks and leans back in his chair.
"You want to know somethin', Boy?" Sheriff Forbes joins his hands on the table, "I don't much like you."
Special Deputy Lockwood laughs, "Not many do, Sheriff."
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