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Mikaelson's Diaries:
Throne of New Orleans
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Chapter 1:
Return of the Broken King
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Betrayal…
That's the word I most despise of…
The word that bring nothing but great pain beyond any other thing within the world…
Greater than anything physical and emotional….
Even the strongest man crumble by betray…
Because of that, I swore to myself…
I don't need people…
I don't need anyone…
Whether they are family…
Brothers…
Lover…
I don't need them…
Because, I can't afford to have such weakness…
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"Ahh… Ahh…"
The pain of his father's beating stung furiously around his body as he limped his way through the dark intimidated forest of the New World towards his house. He panted heavily in struggle of moving and couldn't help but leaned tiredly onto the tree in pain, "Damn it!" the young man cursed softly in agony for his pain as he slowly wiped away the stray tears fallen down from his pale blue eyes through his bruised cheeks, "Damn it all"
Then, out of nowhere, a soft humming of birds echoed loudly within the forest as a warm sensation of fire began to spread out all over his cold bruised body. He raised his blurry gaze up to the source of the humming and was surprised to see a beautiful majestic bird of fire perching over the stony boulder not far from his leaning figure.
"W-Wha?"
The fiery bird tilted its head questionably to its side at the beaten man and slowly flapped its wings as if it was asking about his beaten state.
"What are you?" asked the bastard Mikaelson's son in awe to the enchanted creature as he cautiously took a step forward towards the bird to get a closer look of its beauty. The bird titled its head once more at his question and began to fly over onto his slump shoulder in returned.
"Hey!"
A drop of tear fell down from the lids of its bright emerald eyes and slowly touched the bruised bare skin of his broken arm through his grey wore-out tunic. The cool sensation of its tear engulfed the man's broken body and slowly healed the broken bone of his arm as well as of his other injuries causes by his father's beating. The man gasped in surprised and slowly turned to have a look at bird that still perching over his newly healed shoulder.
…Come… a soft gentle voice echoed inside his mind as he looked surprisingly at the magnificent creature for the voice, …I'll lead you home…
The light brunette man silenced for a moment in reconsideration of its offer and slowly nodded in agreed for its help, "Thank you…"
The bird bowed its head down in acknowledge for his words and began flapped its wings as its flew passed him towards the woods.
…Follow me…
After minutes of walking through the forest, the man pushed the branches away from his face and was relief to see a familiar wooden house in front of him within the distance, "I-It's my house" he gasped softly in disbelieve at the sight of his house and slowly took a step front into the lawn.
An older man that was waited for his younger brother looked up at the sound of the broken stick and gasped softly in relief to see his missing brother again as he watched him stood tiredly on the edge of their lawn, "Niklaus! I've been looking everywhere for you" told the dark brunette man to his brother as he went to him and couldn't help but gave him a warm hug in relief of seeing him again, "Come…Let's get you inside"
The light brunette man known as Niklaus nodded silently at his brother's request and turned his pale blue gaze back towards the forest behind him in wonder for the fiery bird he meet not long ago. A hint of emerald green eyes caught his own blue ones as he looked up behind the tree to see a beautiful red haired woman looking over him with a hint of smile adorned on her beautiful face …Until we meet again, Niklaus… said the soft voice once again inside his mind as he watched the red haired woman waved him a goodbye and began disappearing into the forest behind her…
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"We're here, Sir"
A pair of pale blue eyes opened from the darkness of his occupied mind and turned his gaze towards the scenery of the old mansion standing beside the motionless taxi, "Ah, thank you" thanked the brunette man to the driver as he shifted his attention to his companion sitting next to him on his left within the car, "We're here, love"
The said companion blinked her bright emerald eyes away from her daze at his words and looked up at the spoken man emotionlessly in silence as she watched him paid the driver for his service. He then walked out from the car towards the back and grabbed their luggage from the trunk before opening the door beside him for her as they started to climb the foyer of his old abandoned mansion within New Orleans.
He looked up at the familiar old French wooden door of his home and slowly raised his hand to caress the rough texture of the door as memories of his past flooding inside his mind in nostalgia, "I hope you like it here" he said softly to her as he pushed his hand into the pocket of his coat to find the keys to the mansion, "It had been a while since I last live here"
Twisting the key he put inside the key holder, he opened the large French wooden door in front of the old mansion and motioned to his companion to take a step forward inside the main living room. Rosalyn took the invitation from the Original hybrid and hesitantly took a step forward into the house with her eyes glancing around her in search for something threatening.
The sound of their footstep echoed loudly within the silence as both of the couple entered the front hall and looked around the room admiringly for its old and ancient decoration. Klaus's pale blue eyes turned to the maiden standing beside him and slowly smiled at the awe within her face as he spread his arms wide open before him, saying "This is it…This is our new beginning"
She shifted her bright emerald eyes back to the owner of the mansion and couldn't help but frowned slightly in confused at the words spoken by the older man, "What do you mean?" she asked him.
"We're going to live here from now on, love…I hope you won't mind"
"…Like I have a choice"
Klaus smirked slightly at the deadpanned answer he received from his sole companion and turned around to meet her cold gaze with a shrug upon his handsome face, "What can I say? What a Mikaelson wants is what Mikaelson get…"
"So, it seems…"
Smirking amusedly at her response, he sat down onto the arm chair of his old covered couch and slowly placed both of his large warm hands onto the maiden's hip in front of him, "Why would you said that, love?" asked the immortal cheekily as he began pulling her closer and closer to him with an interesting glow inside his pale blue eyes. Rosalyn placed her hand onto his shoulder to prevent him getting any closer to her and pushed him away from her with a scowl adorned on her face, "Please don't act cheeky with me, Klaus"
"I don't know what you mean, darling…"
"Yeah and the Original hybrid dies, Klaus…"
Klaus chuckled softly at the sarcastic response coming out from her mouth and hummed in fake understand for her point as he began pulling away from her as if there were nothing happened between them, "Come on, love" he said as he leaned down to grab her luggage on her side, "Let me show you to your room. I'm sure you're tired from the trip"
Rosalyn glared silently at the back of the retreating man and silenced as she followed him deeply into the mansion towards the beautiful wooden stairway at the end of the room. They both climbed up to the second floor of his mansion and took a left turn down into a hallway where the guest rooms were. He picked out a room that was slightly closer to his main bedroom and opened the wooden door of the guest room for her to see.
"Here is it…"
She entered the large spacious room of his guest room and glanced around her in deep consideration as she touched the soft surface of the wooden wardrobe beside her on the wall, "It's good enough…" she said, "but I think it could use more…living colors on it" as she motioned towards the dark gloomy wall of her room with a hint of distaste within her tone, "It look like a room where people use to kill themselves"
Klaus placed her luggage down onto the floor by the queen's bed and shrugged as he leaned heavily against the said wall in front of her with an amuse smirk adorned on his perfect lip, "I don't know…maybe because it is…?"
"Eww…"
He laughed softly at her facial expression regarding his teasing and slowly walked towards her as he cupped her face to meet him, "I'm just kidding, love" he said, "though I do think this is the room I put the pile of my dinner in"
Rosalyn rolled her green eyes at his pathetic joke about his lifestyle as a vampire and turned at the hand guiding her to him before stiffing slightly in surprised as she looked directly into the dilated pupil of his pale blue eyes. Klaus gazed deeply into her beautiful clouded emerald eyes and began narrowing his dilated blue eyes to her as he compelled her to his order, "You are going to stay within the mansion and never ever walked out from here without my permission. Understood?"
"…Yes"
"Good"
Breaking his compulsion on her, he ran his hand through the soft locks of her wavy red hairs and slowly kissed the corner of her lips, saying, "I'm going out tonight, love. Please… don't wait for me…"
"Alright…"
She blinked the clouded orbs of her emerald eyes and looked up to see him turned his back to her as he walked himself out from her room into the hallways.
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Back in the Mystic Falls, the Salvatore's brothers were restless at the disappearance of their beloved and had been searching for her high and low but still nothing could be found about her and the Original hybrid. Leaving them with no choice, they slowly started to give up the search and headed out in seek of help from the person they know could help them.
Damon knocked the wooden door in front of him and shifted his posture anxiously as he waited for the resident within the house to open the door for him and his brother. Elijah opened the said door and was perplexed at the brothers appearance in front of his house as he looked at the men cautiously for any threat, "May I help you?" he asked the men politely.
"Where is she?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Rosalyn…Where's Rosalyn White?"
Elijah blinked his brown eyes at the familiar name mentioned by the older Salvatore and couldn't help but frowned thoughtfully in deep thought as he searched within his memories for the owner of the name, "I'm afraid I don't know where she is…"
"What about Klaus?" asked Stefan, "Do you know where is he?"
A moment of silence hesitation filled between the three men as the older vampire took a deep consideration of telling the men about his brother whereabouts and slowly parted his lips to answer their question, "New Orleans…" he said, "He's in New Orleans"
"New Orleans? What is he doing there?" frowned the ebony haired vampire to the Original as he crossed his arms firmly against his chest in intimidate manner.
The oldest within the Mikaelson's siblings shrugged in returned and placed his hand onto one of the brothers shoulder to stop their intention of going to New Orleans to find her, "I'm afraid I can't let you two go to New Orleans" he said, "It's too dangerous there. I myself will bring her back for you"
Damon frowned at the promise made by the immortal and shoved the hand away from his shoulder with a burning glare upon his face, "What do you mean you'll bring her back?" protested the man in disagreed at the suggestion spoken by the older man, "Why can't we just go there and brought her back ourselves?"
"Because I want you two to keep Silas at bay" answered the coat wearing immortal casually to the brothers as he crossed his arms firmly against his chest, "I need you to solve this problem here and keep him away from my family"
"And Rosalyn?... will you bring her back to us?" questioned the younger man for confirmation at the promise with his hand clenching firmly within his pocket.
"Yes"
Stefan silenced for a moment of consideration at the promise and slowly nodded his head in understand as he grabbed his older brother's arm to get his attention, "We understand. We'll keep him away from you"
"But Stefan-"
The light brunette man shook his head to silent the older brother and walked away towards their car to their boarding house. Elijah watched the two brothers away from his house and pulled his phone out from the pocket of his trouser to call for the earliest plane ticket to New Orleans.
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Back on the other side of the Mystic Falls, Klaus entered the large old mansion late into the night and looked up to see a red haired woman snuggled warmly into her duvet near the fireplace of his living room. She raised her gaze up from the book within her hand at the sound of his entry and watched him silently walked towards the bar for some drink.
"I told you not to wait for me, love…" murmured the Original hybrid softly to her as he raised his hand up onto the shelves to take two wine glasses for him and his companion.
"I wasn't…I just couldn't sleep…"
Klaus poured the dark red wine into the glasses on the wooden counter and turned as he gave one of his glasses to the red haired woman sitting behind him on his white couch. Rosalyn took the offered glass from his hand and looked up at the man questionably for the gesture as she watched him took a seat beside her in front of the fireplace.
"Did you know that behind every men there's always a women standing to support them?"
"…yes"
"…And behind every king there's always a queen to protect them?"
Pulling her rosy lips away from the ring of the wine glass, she turned her attention away from the thoughtful man sitting beside her and looked down onto the words written within her book, saying "Why do you ask?"
"Because this land was once mine to conquer…"
She shifted her emerald eyes back to the hybrid beside her and slowly raised her eyebrows slightly in wondered, "What do you mean?"
"New Orleans… it was me who build it"
"Then… what happened?"
"Betrayal happened, love…" said the immortal to her as he narrowed his pale blue gaze dangerously into the fire before them with his hand clenched the glass tightly in suppress anger, "I was betrayed by my own people. Mikael found out that was I here and decided burn this town down into ash just to kill me…"
Her eyes widened slightly in surprised for his tale and couldn't help but blinked in realization for his intention of coming here, "Is that why you came back here?" she asked, "To take it back since Mikael is dead"
"Of course, what is a king without his own kingdom?"
Rosalyn silenced for a moment at the thought and slowly tugged her duvet closer to her, "What about me? What do I play within this kingdom of yours"
Klaus turned his gaze towards the beautiful woman basking in the fire beside him and smirked softly as he leaned his head closer to her shoulder, "You, my love are my reason for reclaiming" he answered as he took a sip of his wine contently for her presence, " Don't you understand? Every kings need his queens"
"You want me to be your queen?"
"Precisely, darling…"
She raised her eyebrows unexpectedly at the answer and ignored the weight leaning heavily on her shoulder as she could felt the warm breath of his touched the nape of her neck, "But what about your family?"
"What about them?"
"Don't they too have a role in this?"
"Maybe… but we don't want to spoil the surprise won't we?"
He took her glass out from her hand onto the coffee table before them and grabbed the small hands of her to his lips as he kissed it softly with his pale blue eyes gazing deeply into her emerald ones, "Together…" he said, "Together we're reclaim our throne of this kingdom"
"The Throne of New Orleans"
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