Chapter 1
"Long ago there was only darkness. Darkness that was cold, dead, and empty. The darkness were people, humans. Mondaines. The Gods were a ruthless bunch and when humans began to make trouble, they were punished."
"How?"
"The Gods made man gain uncontrollable hunger, hunger for blood. They were fast creatures and had great strength but they were dead. Dead, heartless creatures with stone like skin that was terribly cold. They killed many and they were known as the Cold Ones."
"Different from you, papa?"
"Yes, very. These vampires were before our world. When the Gods saw the destruction they caused, the Goddess Nyx begged her brothers to help preserve human life. It got so bad that there were more vampires than humans. Humans lived in fear."
"Are humans afraid of you?"
"No, they don't know I am not human."
"Back to the story?"
The older man chuckled,"Well, where was I? Oh yes, the Gods complied and destroyed everything. They decided to create a whole new world. That's where I come in. My family was one of the first creations."
- Klaus Mikaelson talking with son Marcellus, 1820
The Dark Ages
"Hello, son." I wake again in a sweat. My hand flew up to my chest. My heart was racing, hammering in my chest. I wish for the winter breeze because summers are brutal when you get sick. Soft strong hands push me back against my cot and placed a cold wet cloth on my forehead.
I heard my mother praying to Hers to give me strength and health. My sister Rebekah was humming as she made remedies and other potions for the village and me.
Everyone else must be out training or hunting. No, I hear my father with Henrik teaching the ways of the sea.
Rebekah's hands lifted my head up just enough for me to down the healing potion she concocted. It was disgusting and made bile rise up in my throat but I swallowed it quickly.
My eyelids grew heavy with sleep.
My mother kissed my head saying, "Sleep, my son."
A plague attacked over night and the family was worried that little Henrik would catch it. None thought Nikklaus would catch such a deadly disease, but he did.
He was dying and it took it's toll on everyone. Everyone worked hard to get their son, brother to health. They never seen their father cry before but when Nikklaus' breathing become shallower and he grew blue and cold, the patriarch's eyes over flowed with heavy salty lakes of years.
No one spoke but each prayed to the Gods to not let their family member pass. Ayana Bennett, the village's witch, came by to bless his spirit before it was too late. The whole village mourned Nikklaus, they were worried and frightened for the young warrior.
Ten people have already passed away to the nasty plague and they didn't want him to go. He was a bright young man and he didn't deserve to die so young.
The whole village prayed to the Gods to let the young man live. Many days passed praying and they lost hope in the Gods. Little did they know, the Gods weren't going to let their brother die.
Hera heard her loyal servant, Esther, plea. She wouldn't let her son die. Athena wouldn't let the warrior die either. She said the battlefield is where he belongs.
Hecate said his destiny was to be great. Zeus said his son's time has come.
Esther.
Esther.
Esther!
The young mother opened her eyes to see her lady in front of her. She quickly bowed to show respect. She felt arms around her middle and it felt like she was hugging her mother but it was Hera, who quickly became her mother, that was there.
"Oh, you poor thing! I am terribly sorry it's taken so long to get here but preparations must be attended to."
"Yes milady. What shall we do?"
Much to Esther's dismay, Hera pulled away and settled in an empty chair. Everyone else was asleep, Esther staying with Nikklaus. Hera conjured a writing utensil and something to write on.
"This is what must be done. Get Ayana to help cleanse his body. Remember earthly magic will have to be used. Zeus wants to declare him his son. He has a whole feast prepared. Of course, you and your family are invited. See you soon, my dear." She kissed Esther on both her cheeks and vanished.
"So it's time." Esther turned to see her husband leaning against the wall. He looked so tired but relieved.
"I thought we'd have more time but I guess not. I wish it didn't happen like this." He walked across the room and wrapped his arms around his small wife. She was a strong smart woman but when it came to her children she was a softie.
"I know. It was about time. He wasn't really our son. He is a God. He isn't man."
She looked up at her husband with teary eyes, it broke his heart, "What about the children? They will be devastated. Elijah and Nikklaus are so close. They are all so close." Tears ran down her face and he let her cry her heart out.
They heard a gasp of breath and they knew it was time.
A/N
Well that's the first chapter of my Twilight/The Originals Crossover. Hope you guys liked that. This story is different and unique. Review and tell me what you think.
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