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MISSISSIPPI RIVER, 300 YEARS AGO
A dark and gloomy mist filled the air as the moonlight reflected onto the Mississippi River, giving it a presentable glow. Within the gloomy mist, two men accompanied onto a small canopy boat discover an unfamiliar, yet the dark structure of a ship, outlined in the mist, abandoned in the middle of the sea.
"What do you make of that?" Curiosity filled the man's mind, gazing at the abandoned ship, slightly admiring the unique design. It was unusual that a ship was abandoned in the middle of the sea, however, it continued to capture his attention. The ship appeared to accompany higher classes and the thought of valuable filled his mind with glee.
The second man scanned the ship, checking for any confirmation onto who the ship belonged to before planning their next approach. "No banner; no flag. Floated in out of nowhere. A miracle ship." A small smile appeared on his face, amused by the fact that the ship had no identification and it could easily be taken over or the valuables could be stolen without any witnesses in sight.
"Why is it just sitting out there?" It didn't ease the first man's nerves that a unique ship was basically in the middle of the sea. He wasn't sure whether to believe it was luck or that it was possibly attacked.
Curious that his companion had proven a point, an idea came to mind. "Suppose we ought to find out." Perhaps they should learn more about the ship and possibly their answers would be revealed as they boarded the ship.
The men manage to enter the ship, below deck. They begin to walk down the ladder one by one holding up lanterns for light, curiously glancing around for any survivors on board as they continuously hear water dripping echoing in the hallways. Their footsteps are the only thing that echoes within the ship, clear to them that the ship is proven to be abandoned. Surrounding the two men they brought other men with them.
Glancing around they notice that there isn't any sign of a fight or a struggle and it was clear of any bodies that could be lying on the floor. There weren't any lights to signal any life signs or any other sounds. It almost seemed like no one onboard expected of them. It doesn't help ease any of the tension and the atmosphere becomes thicker.
"Where in hell is everyone?" The second man glanced around, aware that the ship is completely silent, not including their sudden intrude. It was starting to become a terrible decision and he honestly wanted to leave the ship as soon as possible with any valuables they could possibly find with the abandoned ship.
"Deserted. Which makes everything in the hold legally forfeit. Take what suits you." There was a murmur of acknowledgment from the other men as they began to spread out below deck and in the cargo hold, searching for any valuable items that could bargain for a good trade.
The first man's attention turned towards to two dark coffins with a unique structure and a language written that he could barely comprehend, lying on the wooden floor nearby. "What do you make of that?" Curiosity filled his mind, wondering what could be inside. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know but the urge of discovery overcame his fear. "Open it up."
Hesitating to follow his orders, the man carefully opens one of the coffins with shaky hands. He immediately jumped back in fright once his gaze scanned a daggered body lying inside. "What the hell?!" The figure was wearing high-class clothing and his hair was faint of dark brown. There were gray veins across over his face and looked obviously desiccated due to the dagger pierced in his heart.
Suddenly the sound of a door is swung open captured everyone's attention, and immediately men start to get attacked and disappear, but it is unclear who's been attacking the men one by one. There are wind sounds nearby, unable to get a better glance at the predator as the men start to disappear and slowly there is only one man left standing alone in the dark. He shakily holds up his lantern to see who's taking his men, wondering what sort creature could've easily taken his men without getting a better glimpse at the predator.
He suddenly felt a faint breath behind his neck, indicating that there could be a presence behind him. He wasn't sure whether it was the wind, but he surely hoped it was the breeze of the wind somehow managing to enter the ship. "Boo!" The man visibly jumped, frightened at the unexpected voice, only to face a beautiful blonde woman with dark veins crawling up to her eyes. Her presence didn't ease his nerves, discovering that her voice couldn't possibly match the voice earlier.
Wiping the blood from her lips with her handkerchief, unnerved at his shaking figure, she scanned the frightened man. "Lovely to see such a handsome face after a long journey." The thirst for another drink of blood slowly overcame her, wanting to drain the blood from the man's body and his rapid heartbeat wasn't easing her hunger. "Can I eat him, brother?"
"Can we feed him to Kol instead?" The man turned furiously turned to his side, recognizing the voice previously that made his skin crawl with fear once again. "Pretty please?" There was a glint of hopefulness and a hint of playfulness in his tone that didn't ease his nerves. "I promise I'll make sure he'll behave this time." He didn't know who Kol was, but the teenager (technically stuck in a teenage body forever since he became who he was now) was set onto feeding him to someone.
"I'd rather you didn't." Another unfamiliar voice echoed from the other dark corner, smiling fondly at the obviously shaken man, rejecting both of their suggestions onto feeding on the frightened man and awakening Kol from his slumber. There wasn't any opportunity of escape since the three were blocking the exits routes. "There's no need to be afraid." Gazing into his eyes, his pupils dilated and began his compulsion. "And do exactly as I say. You will remember nothing."
The man's face began stoic, gazing into his eyes as the compulsion began to take effect. "I will remember nothing." Like any other man before him, they became their puppet until they no longer proved any useful until the end of their services.
Pleased with the response and that the man had no connection with vervain, allowing it to make it easier for him to do their bidding. "We've had a very long journey, wherein which, unfortunately, we lost all of our crew. Therefore, I will ask you kindly to transport our belongings to the shore."
Before he could force himself to do their bidding, he needed to understand what kind of creatures he was dealing with. "What kind of hell demons are you?" The blonde woman previously had blood on her lips and dark veins crawling up to her eyes. Her companions were unaffected by what had occurred to his crew.
"We're vampires, darling." The blonde woman answered, calmly as if she had practiced the line since they had compelled humans in the past and they would occasionally ask the same question numerous time in their vampire lives. "The Original vampires: Rebekah, Elijah, Kenneth, our brother Kol and Finn; may they rest in peace." Her eyes flickered to her brothers who remained in the coffin with the silver dagger pierced through their hearts, desiccating them into an unwanted slumber until it would eventually be pulled out.
"Are we saving the best for last?" An amused voice interrupted the conversation that was occurring on the deck from the cargo hold. His cockiness made Rebekah and Kenneth roll their eyes at his persistence of popularity due to being the first ever Original Hybrid before their mother bounded his werewolf potential due to the unbalance of nature from turning them into vampires.
Kenneth sighed, forcing himself to glance at his brother, still feeling the fume of anger that he had Kol daggered again. "And our, oh so loving and yet annoying asshole of a half-brother, Niklaus." His blue eyes flickered back to the man, compelled to restrain his fear. "Just do what I do, pretend he doesn't exist. After all, he is a bloody beast."
Unaffected by his younger brother's comment, aware that his fuming anger had grown after dagging Kol. He chuckles slightly at his comment with his face still vamped, revealing his dark veins and fangs with blood messily surrounding his mouth, and holding one of the men dead in his arms from draining blood from his body. "We fled Europe and survived the seas. Would you rather I arrive hungry on the shores of our new homeland."
Before Kenneth could reply with a 'yes'. Elijah interjected, not wanting his brother's anger to spiral again. 'Nikalus, your manners are, as always, without equal." With his back facing him, he turned his attention back to the human he had compelled. "Sir, would you be so good as to tell us where it is that we have landed?"
Like any well-behaved person, standing literally in front of the first-ever vampires in history to be created, he glanced at him. "The French colony of Louisiana, off the shores of a town they have named New Orleans." His voice trembled in fear, although it didn't reflect in his eyes, nor facial expression.
Pleased with the response, he smirked at the mess behind the man, unaware of the sight. "Thank you so much. Oh, I do recommend that you find yourself further assistance for the luggage. My sincere apologies." There was a hint of fake sympathy, before following his siblings up the ladders, ignoring how the man trembled with fear at the numerous amount of bodies containing his companions lying on the floor dead with their blood coated against the wall and scattered all over their clothing.
NEW ORLEANS, PRESENT TIME
Klaus and Elijah wondered around in their old home in New Orleans, conversing with each other after the unexpected events that had recently occurred. Klaus discovering that the werewolf that he had a one-night-stand within Mystic Falls was apparently carrying his unborn child. Throughout the years he had lived, roaming around freely on the Earth, he never anticipated that a loophole of this would occur in his life as a vampire or officially now a hybrid.
Nevertheless, his adopted son, Marcel Gerard, had survived the massacre several years that occurred in New Orleans and had become the new king of New Orleans. Fearful towards the vampires who dared to cross him and having control over the witches, and the entirety of the city. A title and city that Klaus wishes to reclaim as his own once again in his grasp. It was Mikael's fault that he continued to lose anything and this time he wasn't there to rip it away from him.
Elijah glanced at his brother, after allowing Hayley to make herself feel at home, adjusting to the new circumstances. "In addition to the secret weapon he uses to control the witches, Marcel has assembled a small army of vampires. Working together, we can destroy them from the inside."
Klaus nodded in agreement, before thinking back to the conversation Elijah had with their younger sister mere hours ago. "And what of Rebekah? Has she stopped her pouting long enough to join the fun? Or perhaps has Kenneth finally come to his senses." After the death of Kol, instead of avenging Kol's death. Kenneth had instantly fallen into depression after his brother's unexpected passing. The two of them shared a unique bond that was unbreakable. Without Kol in his sights or aware of his whereabouts, Kenneth was basically a depressed vampire.
"She has made her disinterest quite clear and I'm sure Kenneth has a reason for his abrupt disappearance," Elijah explained, acknowledging their requests to remain uninvolved with the recent issue with Klaus and his unborn child.
"One too many times daggered and shoved in a box, I gather?" Klaus smirked, recalling the events that he had daggered Rebekah due to her incapability of falling in love too easily, bringing chaos into the family, forcing them to flee, and Kenneth for his continuous attempts of un-daggering Kol. "Or perhaps they don't share your unwavering belief that I can be saved."
"Rebekah and Kenneth may surprise us yet. After all, we all swore the same vow." Memories flooded back when they made a vow to remain together when Esther had bounded Klaus' werewolf domain, even though Kenneth continuously drifted onto trailing after Kol as if he were a lost puppy.
"I hope they stay far away." Klaus sneered as jealousy flooded into his mind due to Rebekah's affection towards Marcel. "Because in my desire to reclaim this town, to steal from Marcel that which he holds most dear, I have realized one massive vulnerability. One weakness that Marcel could exploit."
Confusion washed over Elijah's facial appearance, wondering where Klaus was going with this conversation. "And what is that?" Did he have another idea in mind?
Klaus merely stared at him, almost as if he were debating whether he should follow with his own plan. "You." Without hesitation, he drove the silver dagger through Elijah's heart. A pained groan escaped his lips, feeling the effects of the dagger flowing through his body and the gray veins crawling up to his skin, slowly desiccating. "Forgive me, my brother. There is no power in love. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak. If I am going to win this war, I have to do it alone."