What Had Once Been
Chapter I: The Message
"This is too weird." Hailey sighed as she stood beside Elijah and Klaus, crossing her arms over her chest she observed the large painting just delivered to the compound, "neither of you ordered this?" she raised a dark brow as she peered at the immortal brothers. "I thought you guys work in aliases; so no one knows who you are?"
"Normally that is our standard practice, and yet this is addressed to the Mikaelson Household." Klaus shrugged his shoulders, the old leather jacket he wore moved perfectly with him, letting out a well warn sound. "And yet this was delivered around this, as if someone from one hundred years ago knew we had reappeared in New Orleans."
"I thought everyone who knew you was already here?"
"There is a possibility someone from then moved away, Niklaus." Elijah said as he crossed his arms.
Klaus shook his head as he stepped closer to the delivery, gripping the parchment covering and pulling it back to reveal more of the winter scene, "I recognize the artist." he said.
"If you tell us it's yours, I'm burning it." Hailey stated, as the months passed since the pretend death of Hope and Klaus spiriting her new born away; he had succeeded in created thousands of paintings in the past nine months.
"I believe it is the work of one Hans Josef Iverson of Copenhagen, circa 1705." Elijah stated as he fixed his tie, "as the scene and the subject suggest." he said as Klaus removed the full paper covering, revealing the image of three adults, two men and one woman in between them, in a winter landscape, surrounded by wolves.
"Is that you?" Hailey zeroed in on the male figure on the left of the woman, sure enough upon speculation it was the very same original hybrid, dressed in formal eighteenth century, hair slicked back to rest on the back of his neck. He stood with his back to the other man and the woman, however his right arm was extended towards the seated woman, who held his hand, fingers laced. "Who are they?" she asked, they were clearly not Rebekah and Elijah, but their faces were torn, as if claws had ripped through the canvas.
"People I knew too many years ago." Klaus stated as he reached forward towards the face of the woman, taking up the rips and bringing them forward, to recreate the image, however he quickly dropped it and backed away, "get rid of it." he stated as he turned to face his brother, "burn it." he stated.
"Niklaus," Elijah stated with a parental tone, "someone went through trouble to send it to you, why not keep it?"
"As you can see it they were defaced," The younger brother peered up into the elders eyes, a darkness was suddenly burning there not seen before, he smirked before shoving his hands into his pockets, "I'd rather not look upon those two ever again." with that he went off into his secluded areas of the compound.
"Klaus was a little more belligerent than normal." Hailey stated as the tension dissipated with the hybrid's departure, "What happened?" she looked to Elijah as the elder walked forward to the scared faces.
"A long time ago, while on the run from our father, Niklaus nearly chose to go a separate way from Rebekah and me. He nearly didn't come to New Orleans in 1712."
"Did that woman have something to do with the decision?"
"She helped him realize what his immortal life could be, how he could have possibly spent eternity." Like Klaus had done, he pulled the tattered face back together, "he would have done anything; been anyone for her and she utterly destroyed him, creating even more of a monster, creating who Niklaus is today; a ruthless killer."
"Is that even possible, to destroy him?"
"I believe it was the last time he ever let anyone close to him, after that he built walls so tall, not even I can get close enough." Elijah clutched the bridge of his nose between this thumb and first finger, closing his eyes as he stood erect, "It was a time when he was so far away from us, for the entirety of his life Niklaus has been searching for a place where he would fit in, in 1705 he did. He would have found such happiness there, amongst the Danish Wolves. But in the end the cruel joke that is his search for a home fell onto him."
"There is a pack there?"
"Yes, one of the oldest wolf packs in existence, they could shift at will."
"Where they wolves?" she pointed towards the man and woman, noting they too were holding hands.
"Yes, they became Niklaus' closest friends at that time. The Painter was the brother of the other man."
"He loved her?" she noted the way her finger clutched Klaus', but then she too held the other's hand, "and so did he?" Hailey stepped forward towards it, reaching out to feel the old animal skin canvas, the thick layers of paint, to replace the image of the woman, blonde hair, delicate feature, and haunting crystal blue eyes, "what happened?"
"The wolves have their own ways of creating mated pairs; that man was chosen for her but she loved Niklaus. For the whole story you should ask Niklaus."
Chuckling Hailey moved away, rolling her brown eyes, "as if he'd open up to me."
Copenhagen, Denmark 1705
Klaus continued to walk through the frozen waist land that was the Danish country side. The close did not affect him, but the silence did. In the miles he had tracked, with no sign of the wolves, the quiet provided by the snow made him uneasy. Not even the animals in the forest stirred, they did not even breathe. Since arriving in Denmark last week, he had sensed the packs movement, had heard the nighttime howls, and had felt their presence in the city. As he searched for them, they ran from him. Knowing it was because he was not what he appeared to be, that they had never come in contact with a creature like him before, they hid. Never had he sensed a pack this large, this close to him. It pricked his interest, the people of Copenhagen seemed too oblivious to see the supernatural creatures standing beside them.
The wolves seemed to inhabit all parts of Copenhagen, he wanted to know, to see them. Never before had his own natural kind interest him before. What was it about this pack? Was it their freedom, or was it their fear of him? He was indeed something to fear, a vampire; and unnatural force created. Where wolves were born. Children of the moon and free to roam the day. Fingering the daylight ring on his hand he sneered. Had Ester not made his wolf dormant he would have been able to experience freedom, to be what he was born to be, and exist was the creature Ester had created?
Rebekah had laughed at him at his searching, coming home covered in snow and immaculately put out at his failure. She knew not why he searched for these wolves. She, who had always found a way to be accepted, knew nothing.
Hours passed, and he had his mind made up to return to the city, maybe feed on a wayward wanderer and then back to the hotel they were staying at. He hated himself for coming home unsuccessful at finding the wolves. Sighing he looked to the overcast sky, wishing he was more than what he was. If was just a wolf none of this would happen, they would not hide from him.
He noted where he was in the thick evergreen forest, covered with beautiful white snow, just ahead was a frozen waterfall. But then bottom was not completely frozen, spray from the powerful water hitting the bottom rose into a thick mist into the air. How wonderful this homeland was, what would it have been like to grow up here? He laughed, probably amongst powerful Vikings and vengeful witches; he probably would have been born a true Mikaelson.
Howling off in the distance made his blood freeze. He looked about the trees and the surrounding snow. Another sing of a wolf nearby cried through the forest, birds flew from their perches and cried out as they escaped. Klaus caught it, moving above the waterfall. Eyes in the distance allowed him to realize it was not a single wolf but a scouting party. They must have had enough of running and hiding from him, they now wanted to know who he was.
Yet one single wolf descended the falls. A medium sized white wolf slowly made its way down the side. Calm and commanding, the others all remained at the falls, their eyes the only thing visible in the distance. It walked towards him, in complete control. Knowing a single bite from this creature would injure him and cause him to hallucinate, he shrank to his knees as it came before him. If he was not an original, a single bite would kill him, but he'd rather not be delirious in the darkness of a snowy forest in the middle of winter.
It walked about him, keeping its distance, but investigating. Lowering his head, showing respect to it, he waited. Patience was never Klaus' strong suite, but if he would just gain access to their world even for a moment; somehow he knew he would gain some sort of understanding. It sniffed his head, its sleek and powerful body moved against him, pushing against him. The others at the falls all watched, anticipation rolled off of them, wafting down the falls and overtaking the wolf at his back.
It did not react to the change however, placing a large paw onto his back it pushed him forward, and his hands hit the ground to stop. It growled and then looked up to its pack, sending out silent words, they all howled and retreated backwards, leaving. Two large paws placed themselves in parallel to his own hands. Looking up he watched as the white wolf s icy blue gaze looked into his own.
In a very human like move it twerked its head to the right, calling for him to follow. As it turned around, its tale gently, like a whisper, pushed against him. It wanted him to walk into the mist of the fall, looking back at him, it called once more. They would have words, but he preferred to be under the cover of mist to speak to Klaus.
Following it to the edge of the ice, it walked onto a rock path which lead into the mist. "Who are you?" Klaus shouted into the icy mist, watching as the wolf's body slowly transformed into a human's body, the creature did not cry out as its bones re-broke and healed, as their form twisted and twerked. "Show yourself to me." With no answer, the creature stood upright, hands at the side, no vibes of hostility wafting off of it. "I am coming to you." He said, unable to shake the feeling if he did not see this illusive creature for himself it would disappear. Stepping onto the rock path, making sure he would not fall, he slowly made his way into the darkening mist of the waterfall.
Excitement rolled off of him, for the first time in so long, he would see a creature so much like him. He had never allowed himself to feel hopeful like this, but knowing there was a wolf right there, feet away; he felt like a child once more. The figure shifted, as if ready to run, "Don't," he found himself worried, "I will not hurt you." He said as he reached the middle of the river, so close to it.
Looking upon the human form of the wolf, he could hardly believe his eyes, "You are…a woman." Never before had he beheld such beauty, she stood there in a tattered white chemise dress, head held high, shoulders back, and impossibly beautiful. Haunting with crystal blue eyes and long dark mahogany hair down to her waist. His eyes zeroed in on her neck, delicate and pale, I could see her artery, see each of the blue veins bringing life-giving blood to her body. Instantly he wanted to drain her, wanted to possess her fully. Such beauty was to be enjoyed—he was sure he would enjoy her essence.
She looked him over, crystal eyes slowly observing everything about him, lingering on his daylight ring and the pin in his cravat. When her gaze had returned to his, she looked as if she had never seen a man before. Lips parted as her breathing became heavy, color rose to her features.
"My name is Klaus Mikaelson." He said as he stepped forward, this time she did not move to run away, holding her ground as he moved to stand on the same bolder as her. "What are you called, love?" holding her icy gaze, he held out his hand for her, palm up.
She looked down to his hand, observing it before deciding what to do. Looking between her hand and his own, unsure if she wanted to make contact with him. Her pale eyes looked back into his own as she made her decision, slowly, agonizing slow, her hand was placed into his own. At the first contact between their skins, she jumped at the coldness of his own to her warmth. Like all wolves she was a perfect 115 degrees, where as he was a vampire; deathly cold. He felt his blood soak in her warmth, instantly heating at her touch. Where his hands were sward hardened and large, hers were delicate and petite. Everything was petite about her, from the perfect rise of her nose, to the delicate wave of her collarbone. Klaus, who was nearly six feet tall, towered over this female, making her seem even more petite than she really was.
She liked her lips, gaining herself his full attention, watching as her pupils dilated as she looked at him. Then with a voice of music she answered him, "Fredericka." She said quietly, "My name is Fredericka Astrid Christina Eriksdotter." With that she removed her hand from his and stepped back, "you're the one who has been tracking us?" she raised a light brow, he nodded, "What are you? You're not wolf…you're something else."
"I am a vampire."
"Vampire?" she repeated, the word unfamiliar to her tongue, "Forgive my inexperience, but do tell what a vampire is?"
"A witch cursed us as mortals, gave us immortality; but it comes at a price—a vampire is a creature that drinks the blood of living brings and cannot come out in the daylight."
"Immortality?"
"The ability to live forever."
"I know that." She scoffed, "I sensed that power within you; but not the 'vampire'—I sense a creature like me." She stepped forward and looked about him, her hands raised almost as if she was about to touch his shoulders and chest, but she did not, "but I do not behold one like me."
"I was born to be a wolf; however my wolf has been caged." He said, "Cursed to have it lay dormant inside me."
Her head snapped up, eyes wide and worried, "that is the cruelest form of agony." Clutching her own heart she looked as if on the verge of tears, "I do not know what I would do if I was separated from my wolf." She removed a stray tear from her eye, "I am so sorry, Klaus."
"There is no need to be." He answered.
"You have come here from France?" she noted his clothing, the ruffles on his sleeves and the fashionable cravat and jeweled pin, not waiting for an answer she continued, "why are you seeking my pack?"
"I have heard legends of your people, I am curious."
"You seek for what you lack." She smiled, "even if your wolf is dormant—you are looking for a pack to join? I can assure you that is not how this is done."
"Not join, I have a family."
"Then you wish to meet us?" her brow raised, "Why else would you seek us out? We knew something strange had arrived in Copenhagen, so we retreated to our ancient Pack Lands. Are there others like you, vampires?"
"My elder brother and younger sister."
"They are dormant wolves as well?"
"No,"
"You are an oddity, Klaus Mikaelson." She laughed as she looked about the land past his shoulders, "Will your siblings be joining us?"
"No, wolves are our natural enemies." He stated.
Crystalline eyes widened in interest, "how so?"
"One bite from a wolf can kill a vampire."
She bit down onto her thin pink lip, a devilish glint in her eye, she stepped forward and smiled "can I kill you?" she laughed playfully.
"No," he chuckled at her childish reaction to him, "I am an original."
"As we stated before."
"No—one of the first vampire, I cannot be killed." He omitted the part of Mikael and the White Oak Stake—the only real way he would die.
"Very well." She shrugged her shoulders, "Now that I have determined you to be nonthreatening." She turned away from him and Klaus couldn't help but laugh, nonthreatening she deemed him. "You may join us for the supper meal, we are also curious about you, which is why we have followed you these past days."
"You followed me?"
She laughed and peered at him from over her shoulder, "of course, Klaus." She motioned for him to follow her around the falls, ever the gentleman he took possession of her hand and guided her from rock to rock, moving in unison with her. She led him behind the falls and into a hidden cave, the darkness reached far out into a tunnel, lit by small wall mounted candles. "Klaus," she touched his shoulder, stopping him from proceeding any further into her Pack's domain. Scrunching up her nose she looked at him through the dim light, "I don't like the name, is there something else I may call you?" she scrunched her nose at the sound of his name on her tongue, not foreign at all, but not one she liked.
"My full name is Niklaus."
"Then I shall call you 'Nik'." She smiled, "I prefer that one. You may call me 'Astrid', I prefer that to Fredericka." She giggled as she bit down onto her lip.
"Astrid." He repeated, rather liking the haunting name for the haunting girl before him. She bit down on her lips once more before offering to lead him into the domain.
"Klaus!" Marcel forced his way into the Mikaelson Compound, pushing past everything and entering the inner chambers, finding Elijah to greet him. Raising his hand he pointed angrily at the eldest, "where is he?" he shouted as he walked further into the room, picking up one of the decorative side tables and throwing it, a shattering sound filled the room, "Where is he!" eyes bled to red as his anger writhed in him.
"Marcel, calm down." Elijah walked towards him, hands held up, "what has happened."
"She is dead because of him." Marcel cried out as he took hold of Elijah's arms, ripping the fine material of his suit, "All because she knew him!" he said again.
"Who?" Elijah did not remove Marcel from him, he held the desperate man's head as Marcel cried out, tears never falling, but knowing pain and anguishing flowed through him. "Marcellus who has died?" Elijah became worried, Hailey had gone out to meet with her pack last night, and had not returned. He would not worry himself over it, she was now a hybrid and would not die so easily, but she was not an original, she could still die. "Tell me."
"What is going on?" Klaus chose that moment to emerge from his rooms, opening the large French doors into the formal sitting room. He was relaxed and content, having just fed from a compelled girl who had walked out of the compound moments before Marcel's arrival in a dazed stupor. Klaus cleaned the side of his mouth as he sauntered into the room. "Marcellus, what do we owe to his unsanctioned visit?" he laughed, knowing fully well the vampires were excommunicated from the Quarter.
"I came back to tell you Cami is dead." Marcel dropped his arms from Elijah and pushed away, "her body was found an hour ago in a ditch."
"Cami?" Klaus felt his body grow cold, had he not just spoken to her but last week, she was getting ready to intern for a social worker, ready to graduate in six months. "How did she die?" he swallowed, finding a lump in his throat.
"She was mauled to death, her body mutilated." Marcel said approaching him, danger wafting off of his body, "she was found with this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a round container, "One of my guys in the morgue swiped it off of her when he examined her body." He offered the wooden box to him. "It's because of you." He closed his eyes, "Fucking Hybrid."
Taking up the box, he noticed it was everything but a small oak box. It was a picture frame, old, housing a small painting on the inside. Taking up the end that was not held together by blue ribbon and fabric he opened it. Just like the paining delivered the day before, it was the image of himself. "The work of Han Josef Iverson." He mumbled as he recognized the artist's hand. It was a perfect likeness of Klaus from 1705 in Copenhagen. The material about his image was blue silk, hand stitched into the box long with handmade lace. He knew very well who it had belonged to, he had gifted it himself, as a reminder and a link of him in his absence. Closing his eyes, he bit down on his grief for the human bartender, "you say this was on her person?" he held it up for Elijah to take, "how did she get it?" there was absolutely no why in hell she could have come by this on accident.
"I have no idea!" Marcel said, "but the fucking picture is of you!" venom dripped in his tone.
Elijah too looked upon the image of Klaus, before looking up, "Just as the paining arrived."
"What painting?" Marcel asked, "What the fuck is happening?"
Klaus shoved his hands into his pants pockets and walked towards the fireplace, looking down into the pristine and clean area. "The painting and that image box are from Denmark, 1705 to be precise."
"1705—but that is long before you arrived in New Orleans. Who the hell would still be alive in Denmark who knew you then?" Marcel took the box angrily from Elijah who scoffed at the manners of Marcel. "You're lucky the police did not get ahold of this." He watched as Klaus went about setting a fire, "you should be under investigation for this." He growled as Klaus simply smirked it him. Of all the looks Klaus had given his favorite progeny over the years, this one was a smirk in anger. Not anger towards his speculation of his hand in Cami's death, but the fact he could not do anything for her any more. "An innocent girl has been murdered and you smile at me?"
"I did not murder her." He said taking away the image box, opening it once last time, before throwing it into the fire, "but I fully intend to find out who took her."
"Whoever it is, knew of her connection to you." Elijah said as he played with the cufflinks of his right arm, "someone from Denmark of course, and one that is after you."
"Why would someone pick off Cami?" Marcel asked as he looked over at the elder brother, "why not go directly at Klaus?"
"Because," Klaus' eye zeroed in on the melting image of himself from so long ago, the silk folded into itself as it became a gradient of brown to black, the wax sealant melted away and then the flames danced the colors of the paint as his disappeared into the fire, he looked over his shoulder and peered at Elijah's brown eyes, "they wanted to announce their arrival to New Orleans."
"Where is Hailey?" Elijah asked, "last night was a full moon."
"My guys are heading over to the backwater as we speak to 'inquire' the pack's whereabouts last night." Marcel pinched the bridge of his nose, "they're thinking she was attacked by an animal from all the gashes, couldn't me a hired hit for all we know."
"Cami would know better than to wander off on a full moon." Klaus walked away from the fireplace, "and with the Moonlight Rings keeping our lovely mob bosses in control of the shift…" he trailed off and contemplated drinking heavily tonight. "We will be in the dark until our visitor makes himself known. Let's go see our lovely bayou pack and their queen." Klaus decided he would drink excessively later on tonight.
Within an hour they arrived at the bayou where Hailey's pack had gathered, the afternoon heat rising. They were not welcomed to smiles or kindness. The remainder of the pack had not followed the Guerrera family in the coup to take over the Quarter. They all sat defeated for months until Hailey decided to step up as the Labonair heir. The wolves needed a Pack Master and that was the little wolf's job, she just needed a push. They were all wary that Marcel had come along with them. Hailey looked up from her perch on the dock, next to her boy-toy Jackson. She rolled her eyes and patted him on the back. The dark hair wolf spied them with contempt in his dark eyes.
"What the hell?" Hailey threw her arms open as she aggressively approached them, her hazel eyes on Marcel alone, "you think you can just send your goons here and charge us with a murder just because someone was out last night?" she pushed Marcel on the chest and snarled, "just because a person dies when they've shifted means nothing."
"Hailey," Elijah warned, "listen to us."
"If you want to blame anyone, blame the fucking Guerrera Pack! Since they usurped the control this whole place has gone to shit!" her eyes bled red, "we look out for each other—so don't think you can come around here with them to protect you!" She gripped him through his shirt, her claws threatening to push out from her nails, her pack all stood at her agitation. "You threaten my pack you threaten me. And I won't hesitate to treat you in kind!" she growled to accentuate her words, Jackson and the pack all came to stand behind her, ready to back up their Pack Master.
"Hailey," Elijah repeated, "you do not have all the information." He said as he gripped her wrist, ready to pry her off of Marcel, but not applying pressure yet.
"Then tell me." She snarled as she threw marcel from her, "they can hear it to." She motioned to the wolves. She remained agitated and angry, she peered at the elder brother. Not once emotion of the feelings they had created over the past few months consumed her gaze. She was a stranger to him now, so far away, despite her nearness. Jackson walked to stand beside her, his energy mirroring her own, he was her equal, not Elijah. Before he was the Pack Master, now they shared the power.
"The person who was murdered was Cami." Klaus broke the news, it had to be removed like a Band-Aid quick and painless.
She released the anger she had bubbling, dropping her shoulders, her skin blanched, "what?" she said as she fell backwards, "Cami?"
"She was found dead this morning." Marcel said as he stood back up, "mauled to death, I just wanted to make sure it wasn't an accident."
"She was murdered?"
"Someone has come to challenge me, little wolf."
"Who?" a dark brow raised in speculation.
"Remains to be seen, but we shall find out."
"Hailey it is of importance that you return to the compound with us, this person is after Klaus."
"And you know that how?"
"Trust me love," Klaus laughed, "the painting was his calling card."
"Someone from Denmark?" she asked, "that's vague."
"I can keep an eye out while you're gone." Jackson said as he shifted closer to their little bubble, "maybe this person is working with Francesca."
Marcel's phone started to ring, so he stepped away.
"Why would she target me, Mate?" Klaus laughed, "I'm what keep her and her pack from turning every full moon. This murderer is nowhere near in cahoots with Francesca."
"Good point," he agreed before tuning to peer down at Hailey, "I'll take charge, you go on ahead, and I'll call you if anything turns up or looks out of place."
"Good idea, Jaxs."
"Guys," Marcel said as he closed his phone, "my guy say's Cami's phone is missing, and they haven't located her car." He blanched, "this guy has all of our numbers and addresses, I'm even sure there is a GPS map to my building."
"We're on full lockdown when we get back." Elijah said without a ounce of worry in his voice, he pointed towards Marcel, "You get to your vampires and scatter, burn everything, papers phones and get out."
"No problem, I'll be in touch." he said before running off at vampire speed.
Hailey wrapped her arms around herself before turning towards Jackson, "Keep everyone close, no one gets into Pack Territory and no one leaves without permission and a partner."
"Don't worry." He said more with his eyes than he did with his words.
Klaus opened the doors to the Compound and they all entered, he held up with had been left for the on the door. An ornate throwing knife, ivory handle carved into double spirals; dragon tail. It was covered in dry blood, from the smell, he knew it was Cami's. This was the weapon used to kill her. Taking it into his hand, gripping the cool ivory in his searing heat. His anger was nearly palpable, Elijah and Hailey kept their distance from him.
Pointing it towards the door, "he was here." He shouted, "Fucking gloating over her death." He threw the knife with expertise, landing perfectly into the opposite side of the door it had been found in. "What the fuck!" he growled, echoing into the silence of the compound, alerting them to the fact they were indeed alone.
"Nik?" a sweet and young voice called from the far corner of the open air courtyard, all three turned to see who had entered the grounds without an invitation.
"You?" Klaus stumbled in his words as he peered at her, for once at a loss, unable to speak, to find any words. Where anger should have been, all the questions. Was she the one who had killed Cami? She had appeared the same moment the knife had. But everything became blank as he looked at her.
"Well I am very glad to see you again, Niklaus Mikaelson." She smiled as she stepped into the light, dropping her chin slightly, long darken mahogany hair with red and golden strands fell into her face, covering one half of her milky white complexation. Blue eyes peered up from under long soft lashes, "I am so sorry for coming unannounced; we need to have words."
"As if I would speak with you." Klaus suddenly snapped as he threw his shoulders back, chin in the air, and arms wrapping about himself, "you came unannounced; there for you may leave all the same."
"Nik," She clasped her hands together at her front as she stepped closer, "Please? You cannot be mad at me forever."
"Just five hundred years, sweetheart." He chuckled, "and if memory serves me correctly you have just about three hundred more to go."
"Fine then," she held her ground, "remain mad; but please speak with me, it is of vital importance." She stood her ground as Klaus turned his back on her, for effect she tapped her foot on the floor, creating a clacking sound that would persist until the reckoning, "I can wait." She taunted, "I am a very patient woman."
Klaus looked over his shoulder, dark blue and crystal-like eyes locked on each other, a challenge flew through the air. Seeming to give in he blew out air and torqued his head, calling for her to follow before making his way towards the stair.
"Who is that?" Hailey asked as she slid up beside Elijah and peered at the small dark-haired woman following Klaus, "Some long lost progeny or something?"
"Far worse than that." Elijah sighed as he fiddled with the cufflinks on his right wrist keeping his gaze on the two, "Upon that painting arriving the last, I had a feeling one of them would show up. Sadly the death of Cami was in response. Hailey, in every man's life there exists one woman who can and will totally undo him; that my dear is her." He nodded towards her, "Fredericka Astrid Christina Eriksdotter."
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Just a roaming thought that sounded too good not to explore. Different from Fire and Fury but I hope you all like it. Did anyone read the book Julie Plec published about the Originals in 1776? It's called The Originals: Rise. Well I personally felt it was more like her own fanfiction that was professionally published, but it was good. And Klaus' love interest is named Vivianne! So close to Vivian! But any who, I hope y'all won't be too upset I killed Cami.
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