This is my take on the relationship between Klaus, Elijah and Tatia. I've tried my best to write in the prospective of Niklaus, I hope I have pulled it off okay. This is based on when the Original family are still human, before Esther has placed the vampiric curse on her family. I change certain events to better fit my storyline, hope this doesn't offend. This is a draft also, please feel free to hate on any spelling or grammar issues! Thank you for reading… Please feel free to review!
The Original Desire: Chapter One, A Terrible Mistake
Elijah's words drone on, my brother never fails to keep up a noble front. His perfectly delivered sentences outmatching any phrases I could construct. I shake my head, my loose sandy hair framing my face. The matted strands catching on the slight stubble forming on my jaw and chin. 'Niklaus, am I boring you?', Elijah's voice calls, drawing my attention back to him. My older brother had always been on my side, though recently it had become a tense relationship. Ever since Tatia had arrive.
I answer abruptly, his conversation with the towns smith had indeed grated on my nerves for long enough. My heart ached to be in the presence of Tatia once more. 'Yes, it is, brother', my gaze drifting to meet his, a smile pulling at my lips. Elijah's only response is a quick disapproving shake of his head.
With that I turn away, making my way through the small encampment of villagers, my gaze rakes across the eastern boarder, a thick expanse of forest covering it for the most part. Though those dark woods held a secret, men that were fabled to turn into vicious beasts. I had always desired to take a trip into the closely compact trees at the full mood, merely curious to see if the tales were indeed true.
My feet take me to my destination with little help from my thoughts, those having drifted off elsewhere. I stand before Tatia's small stone cottage, the short building barely large enough for the only women living there, he often questioned why she choose to live in such small quarters. 'Tatia?', I call out, unsure whether she was nearby.
'Is that Niklaus, I hear?' a voice within responds. A grin quickly spreads across my lips as her angelic face appears at the doorway. 'Ah, the young Mikaelson! To what do I owe the pleasure?', her words are combined with a dazzling smile which renders me speechless for a few seconds before my words manage to stutter from my lips.
'I wish to take you for a walk, if you would be so kind as to share your company', My words lack the elegant way in which Elijah always manages yet I hope it's enough to catch Tatia's interest. Yet her immediate frown causes my confidence to drop dramatically.
Despite the frown puckering her brows Tatia remains the most beautiful women I had ever set eyes upon, her beauty far outmatching the other women of the village. Her dark brown eyes a constant trap, snaring my very soul. The brunette curls that frame her slender features seem to beg for his touch. Her flawless lips captivating, the soft curves inviting a rough kiss. My thoughts however are swiftly interrupted and pushed aside at her response, 'I am afraid I cannot accept the invitation, I have made arrangements to dine with Elijah tonight'. Her dark gaze immediately fills with concern as hurt splashes across my features. I turn away before my anger makes tears roll down my cheeks.
I nod with my back turned, 'I understand, I wish you a pleasant night, Tatia'. I swiftly step away, not acknowledging her attempt to make him wait. Her voice fading into the background as his rage springing forward, a red film framing his vision. I let my fingers curl into my palms, my fingernails digging into the soft skin.
Immediately I make my way back towards the smiths, my intention to confront Elijah about his backhanded tactics. We both were in competition for Tatia's affections. I had even tried to reach her before my brother. Yet Elijah winning the first step seemed to push me over the edge. I turn the corner onto the smith's street but cannot force myself to wait any longer, I lash out, my fist connecting roughly with the wooden frame of a small structure beside me. I feel the skin of my knuckle graze, a bead of blood rolls down one of my thin digits as my hand falls back to my side. I lean forward, my forehead resting on the timbre frame. I feel several tears fall free of my eyes, my lids closing to dispel the few that linger. My head shakes from side to side, I attempt to control the burning rage that sends tremors along my body. 'Elijah!' I growl softly, my fist striking the wood once more before I back away.
I return home after my rage abates. I'm greeted by Mother, 'Niklaus? Where are your brothers and Rebekah?' she asks softly. Her voice always having a calming influence on my dark and sinister moods.
My lips curl slightly as I attempt a genuine smile, 'Kol, Rebekah and Henrik are probably causing mischief, as per usual. Finn is out with Father. Elijah is courting Tatia'. The last sentence causes my dark mood to flourish once more, my smile twisting into an ugly grimace.
Esther turned to face me, her expression unreadable apart from the slight lift of her brows. 'Niklaus! That better not be jealousy' she says, scolding me. My Mother shakes her head, her tongue clicking as she says 'tut tut'.
I glare at her, fury soon igniting in my gaze. 'Do not think to advise me, Mother', I snarl, surprising myself with the animalistic sound. I shake my head, clearing my sudden violent thoughts, thoughts directed towards my Mother. 'I, I apologise, Mother', I murmur quickly, my apology seeming flat compared to my previous ferocity.
Esther looks at me, a curious expression on her features. Her eyes narrowed as she regards me, 'Are you feeling okay, my son?' her tone conveying her curiosity but also expressing some form of expectation.
I turn my gaze aside, turning to pick up one of my many drawings, a portrait of my brothers. A very unwelcome coincidence, I place the parchment back down on the wooden workbench and step away. 'I confess, my temper has been somewhat array as of late'. I glance up at Mother, attempting to gauge her reaction from my words.
Her reaction does not disappoint, she nods as if she predicted such response. 'I understand your frustrations, Niklaus, but you must not let your affections for this women come between you and your brother. Family always comes first'. Our family motto, or so it seemed, Family always comes first.
I sneer at the line, denying the statement instantly, 'The rule of our family, a family already bent to the point of breaking?' I respond, knowing the words would inspire the same fury within my Mother as I have burning within myself.
Her tone proves that I have indeed frustrated her, 'I shall no longer argue with you, Niklaus. You may leave'.
Being dismissed from my own abysmal home was a disgrace, something I was used to. My father, Mikael often reminded me of that fact. I was, and always would be the family disgrace. I had never understood why my father hated me so.
After my dismissal I venture through the town casting my gaze around until I spot Kol and Rebekah talking not far from where I stood. 'Brother! Sister!' I call, raising a hand in greeting.
My sister turns first, a smile lighting up her features instantly at my appearance, 'Niklaus! How are you?' She grins as I stroll up to her raising a hand to squeeze her upper arm. After a quick assessment she adds, 'Nik, what's wrong?' her hand covers mine lightly squeezing.
Kol stands back a little, his only greeting is a fractional nod. He had adopted our father's bad impression of me recently, a trait I had quickly become frustrated with.
I hesitate upon answering, my mind wanting to block out my insufferable brother. 'I had an argument with Mother', I utter softly, casting my gaze downward in slight guilt.
Rebekah's scolding is far to alike my mother's to be any sort of comfort, despite her humorous nature. 'Niklaus, you should know better than to tussle with our mother. I sincerely hope you are already deciding upon your apology' she reaches out to nudge my shoulder, causing me to step back. She smiles softly, the slight acting causing my mood to lift. Rebekah is my closest sibling by far. I adore her like no other member of his family.
I turn my attention away from her as Henrik runs up behind Kol, reaching up to tug on his older brother's sleeve, 'Kol, can we go now?' he asks. His voice suggestive, though I miss his words hidden meaning.
Kol dismisses his words with a simple wave of his hand 'Ask your other brother, he's in the mistake making business it seems' Kol's words cause my eyes to narrow threateningly.
I respond as if Kol's words haven't had their desired effect, 'Where is it you wish to go, little brother?' I ask softly, my gaze drifting downward to meet Henrik's.
Henrik looks anxiously up at Rebekah, who is eyeing up the conversation eagerly. Her gaze probes for information.
Henrik steps forward, rising on his tiptoes. I lean down as he cups his hand around my ear and whispers 'To watch the men turn into beasts' when it backs away I attempt to control my facial features. Wiping the shock from my face, instead smiling broadly. The chance he had waited for had arrived.
'I would enjoy that, Henrik.' I murmur, loud enough for only his ears. Though I am unsure if Rebekah had picked out his subtle words. The glee was clear in my brother's gaze, which instantly tipped Kol off. His expression grows dark as he understands Henrik's thanks. My gaze flickers upwards, away from Kol's disapproval. The light is fading quickly in the mid summer nights sky, a beautiful sight to behold. I vow to attempt to capture such a flawless image on parchment.
I motion for Henrik to follow, leaving Rebekah and Kol. Rebekah glances uneasily between Kol and I, as if unsure of which side to take. I chuckle softly, 'Rebekah, stay with Kol. He looks ill'. With that I make my way out of the small village, Henrik's footsteps trailing behind me. His excitement obvious as he jogs to keep up with my large strides. I double back ever so slightly to retrieve a weapon, strapping the blade to my waist and handing Henrik a short sword. 'Better safe than sorry, little brother' I say in response to his questioning glance. Again I turn towards the sky, judging the time and making haste towards the thick woodland to the East.
Hours seem to pass as Henrik and I sit in the undergrowth, he had soon become bored with the surroundings and begun hacking at tree trunks with the sword I had provided. I shake my head and laugh in amusement as he continues drawing large slashes over the thick wood, 'Very good, Henrik, I'll make a fine swordsman out of you yet!' I joke in good humour. My laughter however is drawn short by a ear splitting howl, I jump to my feet. My sword almost drawing itself in my haste, I stand with my blade in hand watching the darkness for any sign of movement.
Henrik gasps to my right, his sword dangling by his waist, the tip downward, 'Henrik! Sword up!' I shout, my words full of concern for my little brother's safety. It's then I freeze, a soft growl erupts behind me. I turn ever so slowly, my eyes wide as I fear what beast is waiting to pounce. I meet its yellow eyes, the fur at its hackles raise. I watch it ready itself to pounce when suddenly Henrik turns towards me, a sharp snap breaking the silence as his boot lands on a dried twig. The wolf changes its target instance, its crude fangs locked together in a foul beastly grimace. It leaps before I even have time to swing my sword. The wolfs speed astounds me, it's jaws first ripping free the skin of Henrik's throat. Crimson splashes into the air. I let free a strangled sob, terror rendering me useless in the few vital seconds. My recovering coming too late, I swing out with my blade, catching the unsuspecting wolf off guard. I feel the tip of my blade slice through its muscled shoulder before I drive forward, my blade impaling the beast.
The wolf shrieks with pain, a paw strikes out and knocks me to the floor. Stars fill my gaze, my head spinning, I feel a bead of blood drip from my temple. I shake away the unsteadiness, my eyes finally readjusting before falling on my brother's body. Henrik's throat, or what's left of his tattered skin, hangs off in shreds. I let a sob fall from my lips as my gaze drifts lower only to grow even more horrified. The boy's stomach lies open, the beasts teeth marks clear against Henrik's skin. I leave aside a few seconds to contemplate my terrible mistake before sweeping Henrik's corpse into my arms and making my way back to camp. The knowledge of my father's fury and my mother's grief halting my progress every few paces.