Title: Not a fairytale
Rating: T
Pairing: Klaus*Caroline, Elijah* Katherine (for now)
Summary: AU. Set in 10th century. After learning that two of his sons are having feelings for a widow, Tatia, Mikael's hatred for Klaus went to the peak and thus he thought of marrying Klaus to an unlucky girl in the village while he engaged Elijah with Tatia's sister, Katerina.
Note: I don't own Kalijah, Klaroline or TVD. Everything I write is for fun and is a part of my imagination. I really don't know how people of 10th century acted. lol.
Important one please: So this kind of random thought that I discussed with my friend over here, Nicole, like centuries ago. lol. I took this much time to bring the first chapter into a proper shape. Comes under Angst, Drama, Hurt, Romance.
In this story, the Originals are humans along with Kat and Care. Also I'm planning for Kol and Bonnie what you guys think?
Just be kind and leave comment after you read this chapter. Tell me whether I should continue or not =)
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"Aunt Katerina!" a four year old boy yelled as he ran to two friends, in a field.
Katherine flinched when her nephew called using her birth name while her friend, Caroline giggled understanding her distaste.
"He wouldn't get tired of it," the brunette scoffed standing up from her place and stretched out a hand for blonde. "He suffocates me just like my sister." The absolute revulsion in Katherine's voice was clear to Caroline.
'Don't you like that boy?' Caroline sighed to her friend in a way only she could understand.
That's right. Caroline couldn't speak; she was mute from birth. And that was reason the entire village would call her 'the cursed.' They would say that gods were angry with her as she had sinned in previous life. It was said by her own family, and so she was not given any respect. In the entire village, she had found only Katherine as understanding and kind to her. Although Katherine's family had restricted her not to speak with Caroline, she wouldn't listen. They had grown up together.
"Abel is like his father, Caroline. Only mischievous he is, but no selfish scum like my sister Tatia."
It all made sense for Caroline. Katherine for obvious reasons didn't like her older sister, Tatia. Like for the fact that the older Petrova had gained Elijah's interest. Unfortunately Katherine had been secretly admiring him since many years. But she had remained in shadows, hoping that one day he would leave her widow sister and love her in return. And then there was an obligation. She didn't know what her parents would decide. Katheirne's chances were very thin to marry Elijah.
Caroline patted her shoulder comfortingly, with a firm smile. Katherine sighed, "I got used to that, Care. Hey Abel, don't say Katerina, dear. It's Katherine." She spoke to boy who was up in her hands.
"But mama call you as Katerina," the boy argued pouting her lips.
Caroline pinched his cheek with a bright smile on her face. She noticed that Abel was more like his mother, Tatia.
Katherine huffed, "Mama knows nothing. You're smart lad, aren't you?" The boy giggled throwing hands around his aunt. "Where is Tatia?" she asked him.
"Mama talking to Elijah," the boy sang.
Katherine tensed immediately. "I told you," she huffed looking at Caroline. The blonde looked between her friend's lips and her furrowed brows.
As they walked towards the village, Caroline saw arrangements were taking place in the middle of village. The next day- the daughter of head of the village was getting married. Every family was invited to the ceremony including her own. But Caroline wouldn't be attending as people were repelled by her.
She wasn't tired of it, but she got used to it.
She would have to stay back while every girl of her age enjoys the festivity.
She waited for one day—to be treated like a normal girl.
From a corner of her eye, she saw Elijah and Tatia coming towards them. Katherine's posture changed quickly. Elijah and Tatia smiled at each other.
Exchanging glances with Caroline, Katherine shot daggers at her sister. Caroline patted her shoulder again and sighed to her that she had to leave. Katherine bid her farewell before turned to the pair.
"Sister," she called out as a huff making the couple to snap out of their little world.
"Katerina," the older Petrova smiled awkwardly. "I didn't see you coming."
"Of course," Katherine muttered looking at Elijah. "Don't you think we have to go? Mother is waiting for you." She lied smoothly.
"Yes, yes. Give me a moment, I will come."
"It is rather important, sister." Katherine declared smiling deviously.
Tatia almost rolled eyes. "I apologize, Elijah. But I have to see you tomorrow."
"I will be waiting for you." He replied sincerely.
Katherine felt a tang of jealousy surrounding her heart watching the way Elijah saw her sister.
Tatia took her son, Abel from Katherine and walked out from there, without speaking to her sister. Katherine smirked triumphantly to herself as she understood she angered Tatia. Turning around she saw Elijah watching her sister before he gave Katherine a warm smile. It melted her heart quickly.
She returned his smile. "Hello Elijah."
"Katerina," he addressed her. If it was anyone, she would have spat at them. Even her birth name had sounded lovely rolling on his tongue. She would always like the way he'd spell her name. She wanted to talk to him more. But his annoying sister's appearance ceased Katherine from doing so.
"Elijah!" Rebekah cried running towards them, "Father is beating Nik, again!"
Not even glancing back at Katherine he rushed away with Rebekah. Katherine was a bit hurt, thinking Elijah had never given her attention she hoped for. Soon she thought that Elijah would always prefer family over anyone. Chewing her cheek from inside, Katherine glared at the ground and inhaled before she decided to get back to her house.
She waited for one day— when Elijah would do more than noticing her presence.
As both the siblings ran toward the stables, they found Niklaus, their getting whiplashes from their father, Mikael, for some reasons.
Niklaus' horrified pleas were spreading everywhere. Elijah saw their mother, Esther who looked fragile as she was forced to witness her husband's cruelty.
But Elijah wasn't Esther.
He could not simply stand back and pretend as if nothing was happening.
"Father!" Rebekah cried and held Niklaus securely, with water in her eyes. She wiped blood coming from his mouth.
"Step away from him, Rebekah!" Mikael growled angrily. "He needs to get ten more!"
"I believe Niklaus received more than it is required, father." Elijah said in a rigid voice and earned a glare from Mikael. Grinding his jaws together, the old man took two threatening steps in Elijah's direction but it didn't frighten him.
They both glared at each other for a moment before Mikael threw that whip which went flying away, and he then stormed off from there.
Esther then ran toward Niklaus and began to calm down his son with soothing words, but he didn't listen to her and got up with Elijah's help.
No one asked Esther—why didn't she stop Mikael?
Everyone knew she would never. In fact it wasn't proper to go against a male in the society. But Elijah was tired with this endless and pointless anger. Why so much hate? Why their mother wouldn't speak against her husband?
He waited for one day— when people would start being better.
As Niklaus stood straight again with the help of his siblings, he decided to walk toward the river. Even though he couldn't make it near the river bank, he had to get away from there. Those pity looks he would earn from his family and neighbors—were utterly intolerable. He would wish to disappear or he would pray the ground beneath his feet to swallow him right after Mikael's insult.
He slowly got tired of this life, and he dreamt of something else.
He waited for one day— to be respected.
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