By: llwild992
2013-
I do not own any of these characters.
My siblings and I are the Original Vampires, the witches are using my unborn child to manipulate me, as I wage war with my progeny Marcel. The game must be changed, Davina made it so the wolves have returned, and with a twist that will forever change the fate of my Kingdom.
A thousand years has passed in my life time. An immortal Hybrid, always taking what I want, and yet Marcel has forced everything from me. I will stay in the Quarter until I get it back. Forced to working alongside the witches, protecting my secret, and ending a war with Marcel. Yet there is still amusement in my world, a game to play.
Fire and Fury
Chapter Two- Truth and Lies
"How long have you kept her from me?" Klaus shouted as he entered the house, "Elijah!" he shouted, feeling his rage riding him. "You bastard!" stalking into the library at the back of the house he found Elijah at a window, hands behind his back, facing the moon. "Tell me!"
"Vivian?" Elijah asked, turning slightly.
"No, the bloody virgin mother!" Klaus needed something, taking the back of a chair he threw it, "Fortæl mig du fucking ondskabsfuld!"
"Now Niklaus no need to use vulgarity." The elder brother shook his head, "she begged me to hide the fact of her change to immortality. She wanted to hide from you."
"I just saw her, after a thousand years of thinking she is dead, she came crashing down, killed and nightwalker and then slipped back into the shadows of the night! Why have you lied to me, brother?" Klaus walked over to the brandy cart and pored himself a helping, "for once, you did something that was not in the best interest of all of us."
"I felt I had to protect the girl, she was already frightened, if she had seen you, as you progressed into your hybrid state I don't know what she would have done."
"Or father…" Klaus took a good toss back, not even tasting the rich liquid, gulping it down, "who knows what he would have done when we attempted to explain the situation. But still, one thousand years, and you never bothered to tell me?" His dark-ocean eyes clashed with Elijah's challenging, "Damn you."
"What the bloody-hell is all that screaming about?" Rebekah sauntered into the room, apparently dressed for bed. "Did you tell him what the leverage was?" she looked to the elder brother, Klaus was hunched over the liquor cart, tossing back brandy, in a foul mood. "What got into his knickers?"
"Sluk for fuck up, Rebekah!" Klaus turned towards the sister.
She retaliated by throwing her hands on her hips, daggers in her eyes, "Am I not allowed to speak now?"
"Not right now!"
"Dick!"
'Calm down both of you. Niklaus, let us explain what happened when we went to free what it was that kept the wolves out of the Quarter."
"I'd rather talk about the fact you lied to me about Vivian's death!" Klaus pivoted, hands fisting into Elijah's suit, holding his brother still, "had you ever once thought to share that little piece of information with me? Making me go about the centuries thinking she was dead."
"There is a pregnant girl trying to sleep in this house!" Hailey, looking as if a bomb had hone off, hair sticking up, face bare and red from the lines of a pillow, "can you all resume shouting at each other in the morning?"
"Not right now," Elijah said as he pulled Klaus off of him, "we're in a bit of a predicament."
"No shit," Hailey crossed her arms, "so what did Klaus do now?"
"I didn't do anything, love," Klaus cheaply smirked at her, shoulders tense, "my brother on the other hand did. Why now?" he turned back to him, "why am I just learning about her now!?"
"She asked for it, and I swore to her I would never speak of it. Unless you found out, and now you have."
"How are you so calm!?"
"It's nothing to worry about, Niklaus." Elijah raised his voice a little, Klaus's hostility was rising, he would only response to violence soon, and he'd not use violence against him.
"Nothing to worry about?" Klaus retrieved another glass of brandy, "to go about thinking one thing, harboring gut wrenching anger for centuries; to have Vivian appear out of nowhere and learn that I have nothing to be angry about, other than your lie, is something to worry about."
"For the love of Christ, Elijah set him straight, my ears are ringing." Rebekah groaned as she stood next to Hailey, "it's almost as if what Elijah is saying goes in one ear and out the other. If he'd shut it for a moment, he'd get it."
Hailey looked at Rebekah and then pointed at Klaus, "so who are they arguing about?"
"They're shouting about me, love." A female accented voice said from the doors behind Hailey.
Everyone turned to see a young woman standing in the doorjamb, hands resting on her hips. Vivian stood smirking at them all, the blood had been washed away, hair wet and piled on top of her head in a messy bun, clothing replaced by a long sleeved black shirt with a flaring back, and jeans that pooled around her bare feet.
"Did you have to steal my top too?" Rebekah groaned.
"Yes," she answered as she stepped in the room, hands holding the pants up as she walked, "it's comfortable."
"They should be." Rebekah rolled her eyes, "you're obviously too short for those."
"Well if I had my own clothing this wouldn't be the problem," Vivian snickered back, "I am only five-three."
"short." She answered back.
"Who the hell are you?" Hailey asked, "Why am I always out of the loop?"
"Oh I am terribly sorry, where are my manners!?" Vivian used her speed to appear before Hailey offering a hand, "I am Vivian." She smiled so sweetly Hailey couldn't help but smile back. "Vivian Skotsk."
"Hailey," this girl who was her own height, was absolutely beautiful, stunning even, her face was so animated when she smiled, and her green eyes just sparkled like emeralds, so full of light. She was very curvaceous, no trace of fat on her, but a butt and breasts where her assets. She looked funny in Rebekah's clothing, they were too long for her—she looked like a child. But her eyes and the accent spoke of a completely different age.
Vivian's green eyes locked onto the baby bump, she allowed herself to hear the heartbeat. "You surely have yourself in a predicament." She said as she kept her gaze down, she watched as the girl's hands went instantly to the bump, protective. "May I?" she asked, but didn't wait for permission as she placed her hand against it, feeling it.
"Vivian," Elijah said pulling attention away from the girls, "Niklaus needs to be filled in on what happened earlier in the evening; exactly how did you come to be in Marcel's wine cellar?"
"Are you saying she's the leverage Marcel had over the wolves?" Klaus said stepping forward. "She's what you went for?"
"I suppose so." Vivian crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, smirking, "Rebekah caught me up to speed while I was in the bath, so don't think for one moment that I owe you something for freeing me, I want no part in this war with Marcel. I have a bone to pick with him, but that's my business." She pursed her lips as she looked right through Elijah, readying to answer his question, "I was down here for a Motley Crew concert in the eighties. Marcel found me, the røv even tried to seduce me, wanted me to join his little monopoly over the Quarter. Well I turned him down and was reduced to a living statue since then."
Klaus watched as Vivian looked about the room, admiring the furniture, the paintings, the colors, the patters. Everything intrigued her. When had had known her, she had nothing of worth, nothing of color. She looked at him, her gaze direct, light green eyes, soulful. Two beautiful gems of light. She looked through him, past him, as she always did. She played with a ring on her right hand, twirling it around her digit. It wasn't a nervous tick, she was anxious.
"I even paid a visit to the witches who condemned me, hags." She stuck her tongue out at the mention of them, "I do so hate witches."
"So I take it, you now have a coven of witches from the Quarter after you now?" Rebekah asked, whirling her hair, an unhappy smile on her face, "Great,"
"Hey, it's not like I'm siding with you, they're my problem. Once I get what I want I'm gone."
"Yes but you did kill the Southern Witch Council?"
"Of course, but they knew what would happen if I ever was freed. The witch who desiccated me died instantly, but the council where the ones that gave her the spell, fair game if you ask me."
"You did realize the powerful witch who freed you, has a anger issue, right?" she asked when she noticed Davina coming into the room, eyes on Vivian, mouth in a line, anger about her, the electricity of the room depleted for a moment. "Well it was nice knowing you."
Vivian raised her brow, what?
"Monster!" Davina ran up, she was holding a post that had been carved into a stake, she trusted it into Vivian.
"Ahah!" Vivian said, blood pooled down her chest, she gasped from the pain, looking down, right through the chest, the point just through.
Everyone waited for her do desiccate, no one moved, no one breathed. Rebekah sure as hell didn't want to clean up that mess. But she didn't, instead Vivian took in a deep breath, pain still about her features, unbelieving that the witch had gotten her, fingers searched the wound at her front, blood coated her head.
"This is why," She rasped motioning to her chest, "I hate witches, nasty little things." She crossed her arms and sighed, "Idiots, all of them."
"You drained the elders!" Davina cried out as she pushed the makeshift stake farther into Vivian's chest, "you monster, rot!" tears fell.
"Such bravery," Vivian laughed as she looked down at the palisade, hands still crossed, "sorry, I can't be killed." She turned and looked at Davina in the eye, "nice try though." She smiled.
"….Original?" Davian whispered.
"What..?" Rebekah and Klaus said together.
They all watched as Vivian took hold of the stake and started to pull it forward, through her chest until it was out. Instantly her skin healed. Throwing it down she turned to the little witch and took hold of her head, cradling her face, "Shhhh, don't be frightened, you're the one who freed me, thank you for that, I had almost run out of daydreams. But know this; try to kill me again, and I will drain your blood and then rip your body to shreds. We understand each other? I am not very fond of being stabbed."
Leaving Davina petrified Vivian walked towards the brandy cart but noticed the stunned Klaus was holding a cup, so she took it and drank the rest before placing the empty cup back in his hands, "love, close your mouth, you're catching bugs." She reached up and popped under his chin.
As her hand receded, he dropped the cup, and caught her wrist. "Explain, Vivian!" he growled, his hybrid eyes coming to surface.
"No," she laughed as she easily used her own supernatural strength and pulled away from him, "you're no king, I do not answer to you." She challenged, stepping into his personal space, "but I will let you in on my secret…" green eyes bled into yellow, "I'm no vampire." She smiled, familiar fangs formed, they were not of the vampire kind, but like's Klaus' own hybrid.
Pulling away, she ended the challenge, reverting back to a human form, turning her back on Klaus, "where's the kitchen? I am starving." She laughed.
"You ate the witches' council, didn't that fill you up?" Davina scrunched her face as she held her arms to her chest.
"That was the second course." Vivian turned back and smiled, eyes zeroing on the young witch, "for someone who they wanted dead, you surely speak highly of them." Davina's shocked face made Vivian nod, "yeah, the offered me a commission to kill you in exchange for the information I wanted and their pathetic lives. I still killed them."
"For what?"
"Imprisoning me, taking what was mine…and I was hungry, the first ten people I happened upon weren't enough. Almost thirty years of thirst will do that to you." Following her nose, Vivian led herself through the finely furbished house.
The Originals did have fine taste, her fingers trailed against the walls feeling the textures of the wallpaper, her feet against the fur like carpet made her skin tingle. Everything was richly decorate, she paused at a beautify swan earn on a table, tracing the glazed pattern. They all had followed her, Klaus was nearly up her butt, his wolf side riding him. The little witch, Davina, had picked up the makeshift palisade again, she still feared her, when Vivian gave permission to not be afraid. Smiling she rounded around the large double staircase, swinging off of the banister and twirling around, bring a small smile to her face. She had been in many grand houses like this before, they were all the same.
Finding the kitchen, Vivian did have a thing for large kitchens. She smiled, using her vampire speed to inspect the cabinets and the fridge. They all watched as she did do, piling up things on the buffet as she sped. Hailey needed to sit down, so she went to the island and seated herself.
"Sandwich, omelet, any cravings?" Vivian asked as she stood before Hailey, "I fancy myself a chef." She laughed, "After one thousand years I'm sure I've improved greatly."
"Surprise me?" Hailey smiled back, she was beginning to like this girl, there was something about her that instantly made Vivian a likeable person to Hailey, and ever since the 'super baby' started to grow, her instincts to not trust kicked in.
Squealing cutely Vivian went about, turning the stove on, chopping things up, and using her speed with an agility that was amazing.
The original siblings stood back, observing.
"Why do I get the feeling, you're not an ordinary vampire?" Hailey asked as Vivian placed a plate in front of her, chicken Marsalis and mashed potatoes, "at least to them?"
"Well, you're right, I'm not ordinary." Vivian cleaned up her mess, and cleaned her plate before continuing, she jumped up onto the island, standing on her toes, looking down at Hailey, "I'm an old one."
"That much I figured out."
"I knew the original family quite well, actually just Klaus very well. As you can assume from all the shouting of my name."
Nodding, "but how are you an original? I know the story, the family was turned into vampires to protect themselves from the wolves."
"That my dear…is a very good question, one I would love to answer. The story is long, and I'm afraid there is no time to tell it." Green eyes locked onto blue, an unspoken challenge hung in the air, "so I'll I just tell you a riddle." She laughed, "What becomes of the moon when the lion comes?" she asked.
Hailey looked up, brows raised, what the hell? "That doesn't make any sense." That wasn't a riddle she had ever heard.
Rolling her eyes, Vivian lent down, coming to look into the wolf girl's eyes, green replaced by yellow, Hailey froze, those eyes… "Think wolf-girl; to whom would you give the lion persona too?"
"Klaus." Those eyes where hypnotic.
"And who is the moon here?" Vivian smirked to one side.
"…me…"
"So there you have it, just one thousand years ago." Vivian clapped, a chuckle on her lips, "I'm you, a thousand years ago, wolf girl." Vivian said, balancing on her toes as she leaned down to be a level with the girl, "a pregnant wolf caught up in the Mikaelson family drama."
"Vivian," Klaus warned, "stop speaking."
"Why not speak of it? It's been one thousand years, she should know what she's in for." Vivian laughed, "At least I was married to you when I fell for a child." Shifting, Vivian sat down in the fine gate to the island, resting her hand behind her, leaning back casually.
They all looked shocked. Vivian cocked her head to the side when Rebekah and Hailey turned to look at Klaus. He stood there, his pride bruised, hands clenched, wolf side rising, eyes deviously set on her. Elijah closed his eyes and sighed, not appreciating where everything was headed, Vivian smiled in his direction the tip of her tongue grazing alongside her teeth.
She got his attention…prefect!
Klaus
I could not believe what she had just said! Vivian just opened her mouth and revealed the one secret I prized the most. Her. She had lived in the little settlement our parents come to in the New World, the daughter of a Viking settler and a native woman. Since childhood it was known that she was a werewolf, deemed an outcast, though she looked like us. Always alone, always secluded from the village, I was drawn to her, always. In her sixteenth year, her father died, that was the year I secretly married Vivian. My father forbidden us to go near her, always watching to make sure.
For some reason, I could not stay away. Thinking on it now, my beast side was drawn to her, riding me whenever she was near, even though I had yet to unlock the wolf, its thoughts on her forced themselves into my head, wanting to be near her, to just be in her presence. Stolen embraces and moments in the shadows of night, longing gazes in the village square where not enough for me. I wanted Vivian, more than I ever wanted the Patrova girl. Fools could have that one, I wanted the shy wolf, who refused me every night.
It was not until a priest that had come with us, of the new religion, agreed to marry us in secret. Vivian was mine. For two years we kept our secret from the village and my father. His hostility towards me grew as I grew, the beatings became violent and bloody. It was always me, ever his precious Finn, or wise Elijah, not even spiteful Kol, I was the one who angered him. Any time a hint of weakness was shown he exploited it. I would not dare wish his wrath on Vivian. When she came to me, telling me she had fallen for a child, I knew we could not stay there. I had to get her out.
That was when Henrik was killed, on my watch. Father never forgave me. My mother, the witch Ester, created the spell that made us immortal. For months we could not leave the house in the daylight, at night I could not control my thirst for blood. I feared I would have killed her. I knew she waited for me, in the abandoned hut in the forest she was exiled to during the wolves' moon. Waiting for me, as our child grew, making her unable to protect herself. When I changed, when I had made my fist kill, I unlocked my wolf. Hunger became my only thought, the urge to hunt, to run, to drink of the blood I craved. I was a hybrid, a bastard child of an unfaithful union. Father hated me even more, I could not speak of Vivian to him, and I could not go to her like that.
It wasn't until I felt something was wrong. I felt as if I had to go to her, she was sick, or in pain, or worse, our child was coming. I couldn't put the baby in danger, I still could hardly control myself around humans, but I had to find her. Sneaking out into the darkness I ran to the edge of the forest, the little hut by the lake sat.
Something wasn't right. As I stood before it, the mended door was down, part of the roof collapsed, the smell of blood hung in the air. I heard nothing, no heart, no breath, and no sign of Vivian.
"Vivian!" I shouted as I pulled the debris away from the door. My senses picked up on blood, a lot of blood. It smelled of Vivian. Everything was destroyed, ripped to shreds, claw marks on the walls and in the dirt floor. It smelled of wolves, "Vivian…" I called out as I fell to my knees. I was too late.
"She waited well into the moon." Elijah was beside me, kneeling, hands raking through the dirt. "It was not safe for her to remain here, yet she did, she waited for you to return to her, yet you never came..."
"You knew?"
"She came looking for you, Niklaus you should have told someone, she should have been protected."
"Who did this?" I looked out into the hut that had been our home together, just the two of us, when we could be alone.
"The wolves," he started, a hand on my shoulder, "savage beast like that have no regards for anyone in their sleights, and not even their own." He stood, I looked at his booted foot, unwilling to leave this place, "I am sorry, Niklaus…"
Vivian was dead…
Our child was dead…
The only thing I held precious to me was gone…
"Klaus!" Rebekah pulled me out of my head, my blonde little angel of a sister, who I wished would stop speaking, jabbed a finger into my chest, an accusing stare in her eyes, "what the hell is she talking about? How the hell did outcast, apple-picking, poor, plain, rag girl—"
"—nice descriptive," Vivian whistled.
"I'm lost too…" Davina raised her hand, not knowing what was going on, "she's a vampire, she claims to be an original, but said she was a wolf when human…?"
"It's easy, little doves," Vivian chose that moment to chime in, her head cocked, eyes wide and full of laughter, "I was a wolf, I was married to Nik, Ester turned me into a vampire along with them, "family above all" and the child was family also.." She stated calmly, as if it was common knowledge. "Put that combination together and what do you get?"
The room became dad silent, Rebekah looked at me, doubt in her eyes, her face scrunched up, "a hybrid." She said, before she smacked me across the face, the slap echoed in the room. Davina opened her mouth wide, shocked, Hailey pursed her lips together, browns raised.
Vivian laughed, "nice," she smiled deeply, cheeks rounding, "But yes, I am a hybrid. I call myself the 'Original Wife', because I was a secret member of the family, and Nik here claimed the title of 'Original Hybrid'."
"So let me get this straight," Rebekah approached Vivian, hands on her hips, "you were made the same time as us, you've been walking around for one thousand years, and we've never heard of you?"
Vivian raised her hands, "what can I say?" she laughed as she raised her shoulders, "I'm good at hiding in plain sight. Where do you think Katerina learned it all?" that struck a chord with me, and she knew it, "that's right, I taught her how to run five steps ahead of you. She was a quick learner."
"So," Hailey stood up, looking at Vivian, "you're an immortal Hybrid?"
"That's right,"
"You're married to Klaus?"
"Was married, I left him centuries ago, I don't consider us tied anymore." She spat that out like a steak to the heart.
"Why are the werewolves afraid to come into the Quarter without you?"
"That is….for another time." She deviated from the question, so like Vivian, to keep some information up her sleeve. "Well now that I'm showered, fed, and entertained for the evening, I must be off. Places to go, people to kill, and a vampire to interrogate." She hopped down from the counter and danced around us all, like a child, whimsical in her manners, she stopped before Elijah and kissed him on the cheek, whispering her thanks in Danish and then looked at me.
"So this is how you'll leave me?" I asked.
She raised her brow, amusement dancing across her eyes, "I left you a long time before this." She stated dryly, I could see the wolf in her eye, challenging me, daring me.
"Vivian…" I warned.
"Nik…"
"Do you honestly believe that I'd let you saunter out of this house after all this? Love, what is going on in you're pretty head?"
"It's not what I'm thinking," she smiled deviously, "it's what you're planning. I refused to be caught up in this. Who do you think you are?"
She stepped towards me, backing me up. Everyone was shocked that I had let her, I never allowed anyone to push me back, but she was just as strong as me, just as powerful.
"Who do you think you are? Running around destroying people, tearing everything apart, you're so cold Nik. A soul full of ice, that's what you have, so don't think I'll come back to you after all this time."
"You act like I destroyed you." I challenged, leaning down to look her square in the face, "I did nothing of the sort."
"Do the words "I'll be right back" mean anything to you?" she spat back at my challenge. "I was waiting when I was ruined, when everything was taken from me, all because of you, Nik!"
"That wasn't me destroying you. I did nothing to you."
"I waited for you! That's what I did!" she shouted, eyes bleeding to an amber yellow, vessels rising under her eyes, "like an idiot I waited for you, and you never came! I wasn't going to spend my life on the side, not when all that I had ever wanted was denied me!" she shoved her hangs against my chest, "when you betrayed my trust!"
"Betrayed you?" I retaliated, taking her wrists, "you left me; you hid from me!"
"For good reason. If you knew I was alive, you'd come after me, would have captured me. Wolves don't take well to being claimed Nik, you should know that! I am not yours, you cannot control me." She pulled away, "from the start you knew I was a wild creature, free to do as I pleased, well it pleases me to leave."
"The wolves at the outskirts, they're your pack." I stated, I peaked her interest, she tensed up, so I picked more into her, "they sense that you're an alpha, they come to you, and they obey you. You have an army at your own disposal?"
"Of their own free will, they are not mine to command." She challenged, "Trying to keep me in the quarter will serve you no purpose, Nik, once I get what is mine I leave. I have no pack."
"So they sense the wolf in you, they submit to a hybrid, are wary of a hybrid's power."
"They will not follow you." She said, "even if they overlooked your ruthless history, they will never accept you as their alpha."
"Yet they accept you."
"They are not my pack."
"But someone in that pack trusts you." I smiled, I caught her. "Someone has been waiting for you to rise again."
"Don't forget about that," she pointed towards Hailey, "you sense it too, the power it has, and it's a gigantic neon sign for wolves to come here. So maybe it's me, maybe it's not me, and it is not you; you'll never figure it out. I'm done talking."
I wasn't. I gripped her arm, pulling her back towards me. She went feral then, her eyes dangerously dark, fangs emerging, her whole being hostile. Elijah tried to pull us apart, but she pushed against him, throwing him back. Two dominate creatures, she and I, I felt my wrath power me, bringing about my wolf. Two wolves in a fight was deadly, two immortal hybrids, even worse. We attacked, throwing each other, hands grabbing, legs kicking. Tumbling across the kitchen like warring animals, growls and snarls the only sound in the room. For once I went feral, completely losing myself to the beast inside myself, the creature clawing at the surface, wanting to be released. Vivian scratched at my face, drawing blood. At the sent we both went wild.
"STOP!" Davina shouted as she threw her hands forward, the lights summed, wind was created in the kitchen. A whirling vortex surrounded us, the wind and the magic stopping us, our fight forgotten, "ENOUGH!" she screamed as she unleased her power.
Vision became blurred, the wind became black. Vivian placed her hand on my arm, helping her remain on the ground, she was so small she could have flown away. She looked up at me, I could feel the glare she was giving me.
"Great pull your witch into the, Nik!" she shouted.
"She's not my witch!" I yelled back.
"Then who controls her, not a coven?"
"Shit." I said before everything went dark.
Chapter 2, was so much fun to right. I see a lot of hit! thank you for showing interest. now that we have the characters introduced I will started with POVs, I prefer to write OPV because so much can be discovered from a characters thoughts. Caroline will be appearing in the story, so please stay with me, she's not due for another few chapters
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