Remember Me
Chapter 1: Hearth & Home
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
~La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by John Keats
1340's, England
"Brother, if you continue to leave your mess around the village, we shall be forced to move again. Rebekah has just settled down, and I cannot imagine you wish to run so soon either."
Klaus Mikaelson looked up from the pretty brunette he was currently feeding from and let her fall to the floor. He had hoped to have a bit of fun with her tonight, but it seemed that he had drained her dry. No matter. He could always find another servant to do the job. Licking his lips, he turned to Elijah and sighed.
"Last night's festivities were courtesy of Kol, I'm afraid. Not that I deny I have been a tad...hungry...as of late, but you should scold the appropriate sibling in this case."
The older dark haired vampire sighed as he looked at the petite human girl, now lifeless, on the floor and stepped over her. "I will go and talk to him. In the meantime, clean this up and try to not let the body count reach too high."
Klaus gave a smug grin, but said no more as Elijah left the room and went to find his youngest brother. When he was gone, the blonde hybrid slung the girl over his shoulder and sped out back behind their large stone manor to deposit her in the moat. They kept it well-stocked with alligators from their birth land for this very reason, and he walked away as he heard the beasts start their feast. By morning, there would be nothing left of the poor peasant girl.
Kol rolled his eyes as he listened to Elijah's lecture, but finally nodded. "Yes, yes. Alright. I will try to be more careful in the future, brother mine. However, I think you might be a bit less uptight if you had a decent night of drinking and fucking of your own."
Elijah drew himself up and looked every bit the surrogate father he'd become after they'd daggered Finn. "Thank you for your concern, but I am content just as I am. Besides, someone has to keep our affairs in order." Kol chuckled and went back to the wrist of a beautiful blonde, while a slender brunette was already nude and exhausted on the bed...nude. "And Kol, do try to keep them alive and compel them to forget. Klaus already killed his meal tonight. I would appreciate no more casualties."
Kol almost argued, but he sighed and grumbled. "Fine. Now leave us." The older vampire did so and went to check on Rebekah. She was flirting with her latest crush out in the garden, and seemed to be happy enough. Once he was certain all his siblings were relatively taken care of, Elijah went to his study and opened a book on astronomy. Settling in for an evening of reading and wine, he didn't know that across town, a widow was cursing his name.
Elinor paced angrily across the floor as she felt like throwing something. Who did these Mikaelsons think they were? They mysteriously show up and take over after the Lord's untimely death, and now they wanted her to leave the only home she'd ever known? No. It was all she had left! Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father was too old to work. She had married when she was 18, but seven years in, her husband had died of a fever. For five years now, she'd managed the farm as best as she could.
Her father had helped at first, but soon his age had caught up with him. She was a strong and determined woman, but she could only afford one farmhand, and they couldn't manage 6 furlongs on their own. When the winter took 3 of her milking cows, she'd had to let him go too. However, she wasn't ready to give up yet. She still had 2 good milkers, a bull, a draft horse and chickens. The crops were hard to manage on her own, but she worked sunrise to sundown until her fingers bled and her feet had blisters.
She knew she was still luckier than some. Even though she'd lost some of her previous weight, she still had an hourglass figure. She couldn't lose her full bust and hips. Her heart shaped face looked younger than her 30 years, and her large blue eyes showed both innocence and determination. Her most striking feature was the collection of long auburn curls that fell to her lower back. She usually kept them in a braid or up in a bun, for convenience. Because she had to spend time outside, her pale skin had a spattering of freckles, but she wore a hat to keep from getting burnt.
Now that skin had a rosy tiny due to anger as she read the notice. They were growing weary of her refusal to leave, and they wanted to tear down her cottage to extend their manor. Most peasants couldn't read...especially women, but as her father had been the son of a clergyman, he was better educated than most. He had also made sure his daughter had her thirst for knowledge sated.
Her marriage hadn't initially been one of love, but she had grown to care for William. He was a good companion, and she wished that he was still here now. He always knew how to calm her temper. He wasn't, though, and she threw the paper into the fire. She would go to their castle tomorrow and tell those Mikaelsons exactly what she thought of their 'generous' offer...and where they could put it.
A/N: So I'm back on FF! I might get back to my old stories, but for now my muse is calling for this one. We'll see how it goes. I probably won't go exactly by canon, so please be flexible. I may leave out some characters, and change some of their history around.
And yes, I know that alligators wouldn't have normally been in medieval England, but Vikings wouldn't have normally been in Virginia. I figured it wouldn't be beyond belief that they stopped by Florida and grabbed a couple. Just bear with me...lol.
I own nothing except my OC.
Edited: 5/27/2017