Welcome, dear reader, to my new TVD fanfic.
This story will mainly center the witch Malina and most chapters will be from her P.O.V. or third person. There will be multiple pairings including Klaroline, Mabekah and Kalijah. More pairings will be mentioned or appear as I write. The story will more or less follow season three of TVD and then continue into another storyline from there.
Needless to say that I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
I hope you'll enjoy it!
Trigger warning: This chapter contains mentions of violence and abuse
Malina's P.O.V.
"I do not have time for this, Kol!" I called as I quickly walked through the village with the Mikaelson brother on my heels. I kept my head down and looked to the ground as I felt some of the villagers stare at me and I already feared the trouble I was in if this indiscretion was seen by the wrong people.
"What could possibly be so important that you do not have time for me? As I recall it, you did not want me to leave you alone last night." Kol whispered into my ear seductively as he walked right behind me and I felt myself blush deeply. I also noticed how more prying eyes were now upon us and I spun around and faced Kol with a stern look in my eyes.
"I have to go home to my husband. Now leave me alone." I told him with a high voice, making sure that everyone within range could hear me. An unsatisfied expression crossed Kol's features and I had to physically stop myself from not reaching up and smooth out the frown on his forehead.
"Kol! Mother needs you!" Another voice rang and I turned my head to see Niklaus coming towards us from the Mikaelsons' home; creating a relieved smile on my lips. An irritated glare was fixed on Kol as the older Mikaelson brother came closer and with one last look at me, Kol walked down the path Niklaus had just come from.
"What did my brother do this time?" Niklaus asked worriedly and I sent him a reassuring smile to ease his irritation.
"Nothing! Well, he did follow me all the way from the well, but I don't mind. I am just worried what my husband will say if he hears about it." I answered truthfully and glanced at the villagers, who no longer seemed as interested in what was going on between me and the man-who-was-not-my-husband.
"Let me deal with your husband if my brother causes any more troubles." Niklaus told me and took the buckets filled with water from my hands as we proceeded to walk towards my hut.
"Please, do not engage him, Nik. I cannot lose you in some silly fight over your brother." I pleaded with a hushed voice and resisted my urge to touch his arm. He was my best friend and I could never survive losing him after everything that had happened.
"You believe I would lose? I am offended by your lack of trust, Mal." Niklaus said jokingly with a smirk on his lips and put down the buckets on the ground, when we reached my home. Niklaus was smiling at me, showing his adorable dimples to the world, but I could also see the worry in his eyes and I quickly diverted our conversation.
"What are your plans for this evening? Another late-night-walk with Tatia?" I asked and sent him a teasing smile at the mention of his love, but I was only met by a pair of cold eyes that shocked me greatly. Niklaus had never looked at me in such a way and I instinctively took a step backwards as if I was backing away from a dangerous animal.
"I haven't seen her for a couple of days now. I believe Tatia has found herself a new favorite this week." Niklaus told me and a hurt expression crossed his face, making me step forward again and take his hand. How could Tatia not see what she was doing to both brothers and to the whole family? Even though I never spoke of it, I had no care for the girl who repeatedly had caused the sad look Niklaus had in his eyes this moment.
"I am sorry, Nik. Love is a heartbreaking feeling." I said in a comforting tone and gently squeezed his hand, making a small smile appear on his lips.
"But I do have plans for the night." Niklaus then told me and I lifted my eyebrows in question, when I saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes that could only mean trouble.
"It is the full moon tonight, Nik." I warned, but that only made his smile become wider.
"I know. I am going to see the men change into wolves." he said and I felt the sudden urge to slap some sense into him.
"Niklaus! You could get hurt! And what good will you do me in shreds?" I exclaimed alarmingly and received a suspicious glare from the neighbor's wife.
"I will be careful." Niklaus promised, but it didn't calm me down and an unsettling feeling spread in my stomach; the one I always felt when something bad was about to happen.
"Please, don't go into the woods, Nik. I fear something horrible will become you." I begged, but to no avail as Niklaus just took my hand and placed a short kiss on it before he walked away from me and towards his own home.
I never imagined that I could once again suffer from such heartache as I did when I heard the screams that rang at dawn and I ran from my house to be met by the sight of my crying friend, who was hunched over his dead little brother.
"No." I whispered as I fell to my knees, crumbled by the grief that overtook me in mere seconds. More cries filled the air as Rebekah threw herself to the ground, clinging to Niklaus for dear life, who was as broken as I had ever seen him and I barely noticed my mother rush past me and towards the Mikaelson family.
When a couple of hands roughly pulled me to my feet, I let them and without much thought I clung to my husband's shirt to not lose my balance once more. The expression on his face was cold and the arms around me not soothing, but all I could do was to fight my instincts to run to them.
I wanted to hug Niklaus until his crying stopped and he felt no more grief, as impossible as that sounded. And I wanted to remove the heartbroken expression on Kol's face that I knew would hunt me for the rest of my days. I wanted to take Elijah's hands in mine and assure him that everything was going to be okay, even though it wasn't and to calm my hands through Rebekah's hair until she was screaming no more. I would even talk to Finn, who had always been cold towards me, just to ease the shock from his face and back to its calm façade.
But I couldn't; not in front of my husband and I felt myself shatter into a thousand pieces as my old grief returned tenfold. For a moment I thought Esther's screams were my own as I relived the pain of what it was like to lose a child. I met my mother's eyes through my tears and with a simple motion of the hand, she ushered my husband to take me away.
As I was dragged away from the macabre scene, I finally found my voice and without thinking of the consequences; I screamed for him. I screamed for my friend, who looked at me with wide sorrowful eyes and as I reached out a source of energy escaped me, making the big white oak tree sway in the sudden gust of wind.
I yelped in pain, when I hit the hard ground inside our home and fear made my body shiver as I saw the deranged look in my husband's eyes. I tried to move away from him by pulling me backwards with my hands, but he yanked me back by my feet and straddled me forcefully, making it impossible for me to move.
"How dare you embarrass me in such a way?" he hissed at me with wild eyes and I felt his saliva on my face. "I warned you about ever using witchcraft. And now you are of no worth to me, just like your daughter."
Forgetting all fear for my own life, I spit in his face and the next moment his fist connected with my face.
As the day passed by, pain seemed to become the only feeling I had ever known and when the evening came I had stopped fighting back as I waited for my life to end. From the things my mother had told me about medicine; I knew I was bleeding internal and it was only a matter of time before my conscience would fade from this world.
My husband had left, giving me some moments of peace, when the door to our home opened and I heard someone inhale sharply as they quickly moved to my side on the ground. I fought to open my eyes as a couple of gentle hands searched my body and face for the injuries I had suffered and relief spread through my body, when I saw the woman who had given birth to me sit beside me.
"Mother." I managed to whisper as a tear escaped the corner of my eye and I heard a suppressed sob come from her mouth.
"My dear child. What has he done to you?" my mother silently cried and I felt a small relief of pain, when her healing magic passed through me. But we both knew it wasn't enough to save me. My mother was a strong witch, even stronger than Esther Mikaelson, but it was nearly impossible to heal all of my injuries in time and the chance of missing the smallest tear or bleeding within me was great.
"How are they?" I whispered with a hoarse voice and a confused expression settled on Ayana's face as she looked into her daughter's tearful eyes. "Niklaus, Kol, everyone."
My mother's confused look disappeared from her eyes and a more worried one took over, making my heart clench painfully. Then her eyes widened in revelation as if she had thought of something important and she quickly rose from her spot, making me miss the warmth of her touch.
"The spell." my mother murmured to herself and without more explanation she threw her shawl over my cold body and exited the hut with great hurry. Fear settled within me once again as I waited for my mother's return and when I finally heard his voice, my breath hitched in my throat.
"I don't understand." Niklaus spoke as he followed my mother towards my home.
"What your parents have done to you and your siblings has consequences. It will both give you power and weaknesses, but for now I need your blood for my daughter." my mother told him in a hushed voice as she proceeded to open the door to where I was laying and walked inside.
"Mal?" Niklaus voice called out from the doorway and I watched how he seemed to be stuck on the other side of the door. He was clearly shocked by my state and I could see how desperate he was trying to reach me even though he seemingly couldn't.
"What happened to her?" Niklaus then growled and I flinched at the sound of his harsh tone.
"That is not of importance at the moment." my mother told him as she once again placed her hands on me and healed a scratch on my cheek. "Niklaus, she is bleeding so you must control yourself. Now, ask him to come inside, Malina."
"Come in." I whispered to him and I almost squealed when he was with me within a second, surprising himself, my mother and I. He gently placed a hand on my cheek, but I quickly leaned away from him, when I saw the veins that suddenly appeared under his eyes.
"Niklaus! Control yourself!" my mother ordered and I saw the horrified look on his face as he lifted his hand to feel the protruding veins on his face. "Give me your hand."
Niklaus slowly reached out his hand towards my mother, still shocked by what was happening to him and he barely noticed when my mother withdrew a knife from her skirts and found a cup by the fireplace in the middle of the hut. Before I could warn him or stop my mother, she had cut into Niklaus' wrist and blood was pouring into the cup she had found.
"What are you doing?" Niklaus asked feebly without reacting to the pain that had to come with such a cut.
"I am saving my daughter." my mother said determinedly and took the cup from under Niklaus' wrist as the blood stopped dripping. We both stared at his now healed skin in astonishment and suddenly my head was lifted to my mother's lap as she placed the cup of blood against my lips.
"Drink." she ordered impatiently and I looked at her and Niklaus with uncertainty before I parted my lips and let the first drop of blood touch my tongue. I cringed my nose in disgust at the taste, but I was forced to drink almost half of it before my mother removed the cup.
Niklaus and my mother stared at me in amazement as my scratches and injuries began healing and I took a deep breath, when my broken ribs healed as well, almost making me laugh at the sensation.
"What is happening here?" an angry voice yelled from the door and the relief I had felt disappeared immediately as I saw my husband enter with an enraged look in his eyes. Niklaus' head snapped towards the sound and I watched how he slowly rose from the ground; like an animal ready to hunt its prey.
"You did this to her." I heard him growl and I tried to reach for my friend, but he had already moved away, standing in front of my husband with a dangerous look on his face.
I screamed in fright, when Niklaus suddenly launched at my husband, but it drowned in the horrified yelps that came from my punisher, when Niklaus teeth pierced his skin and they tumbled out of the hut. I tried to get up from where I was laying, but my mother held me in place with an iron grip and all I could do was listen to my husband die as my friend drained him of his blood.
When a deathly silence suddenly filled the air, I felt my mother's grip loosen and I was at the door before she could stop me. Niklaus was standing with his back to me breathing heavily and on the ground in front of him laid my husband; his neck mauled by whatever Niklaus had done to him.
I heard a sickening crack as Niklaus screamed in pain and fell to the ground; his shoulder pointing in an unnatural angle. My mother pulled me back before I managed to run to my fallen friend, whose bones started breaking; one after one.
"Niklaus!" Elijah shouted as he suddenly came running towards his brother, but he was stopped by their father before he managed to reach him.
"What have you done, boy?!" Mikael's voice boomed as he stood in front of his son, looking at the dead body of my husband in disgust. Niklaus' bones kept breaking and continuous cries of pain escaped him.
"Father, please, help me." Niklaus begged in between his screams and both Elijah and I struggled against our parents to reach him.
"Look at him!" Mikael yelled at Elijah, who stopped in his tracks to listen to his brother's sudden roar. I couldn't see what was happening as Niklaus still had his back to me, but the sight clearly frightened Elijah.
"He is a monster, an abomination." Mikael spat venomously and tears filled my eyes, when I saw the pure hatred in Mikael's stare. "Grab him!"
My screams mixed with Niklaus' pleas as Mikael and Elijah grabbed my friend and dragged him away with much struggle. My mother clamped a hand over my mouth to silence me and dragged me inside my hut as several of the villagers exited their homes, running to my dead husband on the ground with horror on their faces.
"No, mother! I have to help him!" I cried as she pulled me down on a bench and cradled me in her arms.
"You can do nothing for him, Malina." my mother told me firmly and I slowly managed to control my sobs.
"What is happening to him?" I asked with a low voice and the shock of all that had happened finally hit me.
"Esther put a spell on her children. She made them immortal. I warned her but she would not listen." my mother told me and I heard both anger and sorrow in her voice. "But Niklaus he… Mikael is not Niklaus' true father. Niklaus' father is one of the wolfmen and when he killed Jason, he triggered that side of him."
I stared at my mother in shock, unable to understand how my life had changed so rapidly in such a way.
"What will happen to him?" I asked slowly, horror spreading through my veins as I reimagined Niklaus' fear and the hateful expression on Mikael's face. When my mother didn't answer, I thought I had spoken too silently and I started repeating my question.
I was interrupted when she suddenly removed her arms from around me and stood up, making me shudder from the sudden lack of heat beside me. She had a thoughtful expression on her face and I stared at her patiently; waiting for her to share her thoughts.
"I must leave." she told me instead and I felt my stomach drop.
"Please, mother. Don't leave me here alone." I begged and the tears started streaming down my face once more as I hugged myself in attempt to find warmth.
"I will be back soon, but there is something that I must do. I will make this right, do you understand?" she said as she crouched in front of me, throwing a sheepskin over my shoulders with a reassuring smile on her lips. A small hope grew inside me and I quickly nodded as I dried the tears from my cheeks.
"Now, you must drink and eat as much as possible until I come back. You will need all of your strength." my mother then told me as she gave me a cup of water and found some food that was my husband's leftovers.
I greedily emptied the cup and started eating the meat on my plate, only then remembering that I hadn't gotten anything to eat since the night before. Niklaus' blood had made me feel strong and healthy again, but it hadn't taken away my hunger. I had barely even noticed that my mother had left or how dark the room had become, while I had eaten.
I got up from the bench and moved to the fireplace, where I managed to start a fire that quickly lit up the room and helped me regain warmth. I had no idea how much time had gone by, when my mother finally returned as I had been lost in thought but as soon as I saw the urgent look in my mother's eyes I sprung from my place at the fire and ran to her.
"Mother, what has happened?" I asked concernedly as I noticed her distress. Slowly, she took my hands and looked at me with sorrowful eyes.
"I fear…" she trailed off and I felt my heart break yet again as I thought of the worst.
"Fear what?" I urged, impatient to hear the rest of the sentence.
"I fear the consequences of Esther's actions. They will bring darkness to the future. People will suffer greatly." my mother told me with a dire look on her face and I felt myself shiver at her words. "I need your help, Malina. You must help me prevent what is to come."
"How? I am nothing." I said and looked to the ground in shame. I had my mother's powers, but after my marriage I hadn't been allowed to use them and I feared that they had disappeared completely.
"You will be the most powerful witch in existence, my child. You are your mother's daughter, just remember that." my mother told me as she cupped my face comfortingly. Even though I didn't believe her words, I nodded timidly and my mother smiled at me lovingly.
"What must I do?" I then asked determinedly and I watched as my mother found her grimoire and a small white stone from the bag she was carrying over her shoulder.
"A curse has been placed on Niklaus. It will lay his wolf side dormant and make sure that Niklaus Mikaelson will never be truly invincible. But it will also start a hunt. A hunt for more power that only will stop the day he breaks the curse or someone manages to kill him." my mother quickly told me and I felt my eyes widen in shock. Why would anyone ever need to kill Niklaus? He was my best friend and I could never imagine him hurting anyone on purpose.
"But mother, I don't understand. Who would want to kill Niklaus?" I asked weakly, not fully understanding what the curse meant or why Niklaus would be invincible without it.
"I know what you think of Niklaus, but time will change him… and his siblings. Humanity is a fragile thing and when you become what the Mikaelsons have become; one might lose it easily. You must prevent it." she told me warily and I couldn't hide the confusion and frustration that shone in my eyes.
"How? You told me they were immortal. I will die soon enough and then I won't be able to prevent anything." I replied dejectedly as I watched my mother create a necklace with the small white stone as a pendant and then pick up the cup that still contained some of Niklaus' blood.
"The curse placed on Niklaus was bound by an object; the moon stone. Before I offered it to Esther, I took a small piece of it and reshaped the other part so no one would know." my mother explained without answering my question and held the small pendant in front of me.
"We will cast a spell that binds this part of the stone to the curse and you. It will put you in a deep sleep and awaken you again if the curse is ever broken. You must wear the necklace at all times because with it comes your full power and eternal youth. But thread carefully because you can be killed like any other human being."
"What if the curse is never broken? What if Niklaus is killed before it can happen?" I asked after taking a minute to let my mother's words sink in. My voice was almost a whisper as the thought of my friend's dead was almost unbearable to me and I felt my knees grow weaker by the second.
"Then you will die. Your life will be bound to Niklaus'. If he is killed, then you will be as well. But do not fear my child, because with death comes peace." my mother told me gently and I noticed how her eyes became wet at the thought of my death.
'Then let me die' I almost said, 'let me have peace'. But I couldn't do that to her. I could not throw away the gift she had given me by giving birth to me. Instead I nodded and watched her smile at me through tearful eyes.
When Ayana suddenly withdrew a knife from her bag – the one that had cut into Niklaus – I knew what she was about to do and I clenched my teeth together in pain as the blade split the palm of my hand, making my blood mix with Niklaus' in the cup. I was surprised when she drew blood from herself as well, but she explained that it was like a blood sacrifice to ensure that the spell wouldn't break, when she someday died.
Carefully I followed my mother's instructions and held the cup over the open fire. My eyes became teary because of the smoke and my skin began to burn painfully from the heat of the flames. My mother stood across from me with her grimoire in one hand and chained pendant in the other, which she dipped into the cup as she started chanting.
When my mother finished her part of the spell, I began mine and the fire lit up as the flames grew higher. My mother had bound my blood to hers and given me the eternal youth, but I had bind myself to Niklaus and the moonstone for it to work.
My throat was dry and painful blisters were forming on my arm, where the flames almost licked my skin, but I didn't retract my arm before I had finally spoken the last word and my mother removed the pendant from the cup. The first thing my mother did was to hang the pendant around my neck and I felt how power surged through me, making me feel more alive than I had done in years.
I looked down at my burned skin and after a moment of concentration; most of the pain was gone. I then took the pendant between my fingers and was surprised to see that it had become red; like blood. The cup that had fallen to the ground was empty, but no blood had spilt from it.
I could feel the magic pulse through my fingers as I touched the smooth surface of pendant and a content smile spread on my lips as I finally felt at home again. I was a witch and that was what I was born to be. It took me a moment to remember why I was feeling so elated and my smile fell again as the thought of Niklaus and his family appeared in my mind.
"What will happen now?" I asked warily as I kept twirling the pendant between my fingers. It was like a part of me already and I could feel its power run through my veins, growing stronger with every minute.
"Now you must sleep. I will secure the safety of your body and nothing shall hurt you until you wake up. Your sleep will be dreamless and you will not feel time. A century will pass you by like a blink of an eye." my mother explained as her hand caressed my cheek lovingly.
"You think I will have to wait that long?" I said unbelievingly. What if the world came to an end before then? I remembered once hearing one of my mother's old friends talk about the faith of humanity and how it would soon come to an end. Ayana had brushed it off, when I had asked about it; telling me that I shouldn't worry.
"I do not know, Malina." was all my mother said and I sighed heavily, readying myself for what was to come.
"What of Julia and Thomas?" I asked with a worried voice as I thought of my young cousins, who I would never see again.
"When the time is right they will know what we have done and accept their responsibility of continuing our bloodline so you never will be lost. They will protect your body after I am gone, just like their children and grandchildren will." my mother told me with a grave voice as she looked me in the eyes and I nodded in understanding.
"Goodbye, mother." I then said as I wrapped my arms around her neck and took in the familiar scent of her; herbs and smoke. "I will miss you."
"Goodbye, dear. May the spirits be with you." Ayana whispered into my ear and I felt how tears filled my eyes as I struggled to keep them open. As darkness overwhelmed me I felt myself being lowered to the ground and I slowly took the pendant in my hand, letting myself being pulled into a deep slumber.
A/N: So what do you think? Good, bad, horrible?