By llwild1992 (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. In order for me to become king of New Orleans the game must be changed, Davina made it so the wolves have returned to weaken Marcel, and a twist that will forever change the fate of my Kingdom. The game will change with a green eyed girl...

Fire and Fury

Chapter Three-Vivian

I never much minded being alone. I had been alone most of my life, an outcast from the rest of the village where I lived. Papa refused to even look at me, shame swelled when he did. Ale was his companion, I was the village's dunk's daughter. When he and his people came to the new world, he struck up a deal with the chief of the natives, he would take to wife one of the chief's daughters, in exchange for a piece of land to call 'home'. The day I was born was the day my mama died. I killed her. From that day forward I was a monster in the eyes of the village, a person cursed to take the form of the wolf ever moon. While the families huddled in the darkness of caves, away from the wolves, I was left alone, to transform and run with the others like me. Then I was never alone. But when the moon left I was no longer welcomed with them, rejected.

When you're always alone, you don't realize how lonely you truly are.

I didn't realize it until I looked at him. The day we met, I became frozen, holding my breath, because that was the start, the start of my happiness, I knew that I found what I had always wanted. A home.

I had gone out to pick apples. Gathering them into the folds of my tattered dress that I had mended that morning. My height, so unlike the people I was from, I couldn't reach without difficulty. The apples finger lengths away, it was a struggle to get to them. A hand appeared alongside me, taking hold the red fruit and picking it for me. My gaze following the hand and it lowered until it was held before me. My eyes trailed from the hand, up the arm, to the shoulder, and then to the face. Niklaus, I had always seen him from a far in the village with his family. That was the first time I had ever been close to him. Handsome features, strong jaw and chin, brooding brown, beautiful blue eyes, and lips so defined it was unreal.

He offered the apple, before I could take it, he placed it at his lips and bit down into the meat, smiling as he chewed.

Scoffing I returned his smirk, "I would have given it to you, had you asked." I said.

"More fun this way." He chuckled.

"For you." I turned away and searched the tree for lower apples, but I had picked those already. Looking down into my dress I counted, seven apples, not nearly enough for Papa and me, if I was to sell them. Then again, no one ever bought what I had, for fear I would kill them.

"Do you need help?" Niklaus asked, I turned to look at him, he was sincere, "I see you often struggling to reach things, it's a little unfair."

"You're offering…assistance?" I asked, he wasn't wary of me.

"Yes,"

"Um…thank you." I looked up to the apples and pointed. We spent the time after picking the apples together, he picked and handed them to me, we did not need to speak, and we just enjoyed the company that was each other. Together we gathered a fair amount of apples. When I was ready to go, I half expected him to leave, but he followed, my wolf wanting to rub against him, liking his company more that she should. She was often wary of strangers, but him, she welcomed, even wanted to have him pet her head.

It felt awkward to walk with him beside me, yet it felt natural. I was unaccustomed to company. When we had reached the edge of the village I stopped and sighed, not wanting to go back. I was a child of the moon, more at home in the forest than in that place, but I was not welcomed by my cousins, and not welcomed by my family.

"You dislike the villagers?" he asked.

"I don't dislike them…I just wish it felt like home…"

"They treat you so unfairly."

"Well I am an outsider,"

"a wolf?" he raised his brow like a child would, skating around a truth to get what he wants, I couldn't help but smile at him, he smiled in return, "you're not as scary as they whisper about."

"It is not a full moon." Answered, "But I am shocked that you do not think I am scary!" I laughed, "I'm stronger than I look."

"You?" he laughed, "you seem more like a little bird, delicate and in need of—"

"—I will never be caged." I said fatly. "I am not a creature to be wary of, caged and bated like a beast. If you wish to torment me like when I as a child, you're stones and stick will not hurt me."

I remembered the other children, his eldest brother Finn included, chasing me around the village, calling me a monster after an uneasy moon, they threw rocks and sharp sticks at me, trapping me in a corner, making me, a defenseless and weakened child cry, before they threw me down the well. Alone I sat in the water, waiting for someone to come and send down a bucket. My father, invested in his ale than in my well fair, did not notice my absence until early next morning. The village and a meeting about what should be done with me.

A half breed, a beast, a monster.

I was shut up in an abandoned cabin once used as a hunting lodge, every full moon I was escorted there, and locked in, caged like a beast. I was no beast, my wolf was kind and gentle, and all she wanted to do was run, run in the moonlight.

Niklaus was remorseful for the choice of words he bowed his head, "forgive me, I was merely trying to compliment your beauty." I wanted to laugh.

"Me, a beauty? Surly there is a more worthy girl for you attentions, one with finer furs and not taters like me." I thought of the beautiful girl he and his closest brother often followed around, both in love with her, despite her past and her bastard child.

I looked towards the setting sun, his hand still on my shoulder, I felt him lean in, his breath tickling my bare neck, his lips at my ear, and whispered "there is something about you that is indeed beautiful, Vivian." He whispered my name, my wolf jumped in excitement, happiness all about her. "Be it your disposition or your nature, you are beautiful." His hand on my arm slowly moved down to my elbow, towards my hand.

I pulled away, eyes locking onto his, my nose scrunched, "I am no harlot." I told him,

"I was not…" he held out his hand for me, "Vivian, I apologize, I mean to disrespect, I have seen you at the church often, I know of your views, I would never think of that."

"Then why would you approach me?"

"I have watched you from far," he said, "I cannot stay away any longer. I fancy you, Vivian, you're so full of life, and you never let anyone get to you. There is always a smile on your face, and I enjoy that."

"You've never once spoken to me before."

"Until I could no longer hold myself back. There is something about you that draws me." He stepped towards me, slowly, his blue eyes speaking the truth, my wolf did not say to run, she wanted to sit at his feet and lean against him, she was content with him being so near. "I don't know what it is about you, but I want you."

"Why?' I asked.

"Because I do…" he then leaned in and kissed me.

From then on, Niklaus Mikaelson made my life beautiful, even in secret. Slowly I fell in love with him, so charming and witty, a laugh that made me swoon. We spent the evenings together, talking as we walked in the forest. There was nothing I feared in the dark of the night. Nik soon grew accustomed to my senses, the fact that I could hear things he couldn't, I could smell the hearts dimming. He found it funny that under the moon I was stronger than him, easily wrestling him to the ground. First he was shocked at how bold I was at night, asserting myself, now playful I was, but that was the wolf in me. A walking contradiction, but he enjoyed it. As time passed, kisses grew hungrier, the hands rougher, but I would not forsake myself. He said that he loved me, but I would not trust him yet.

On afternoon I looked at the mending I had in my hand, anything to keep myself from looking up. I could spend hours looking upon him, his beauty blinded me; his whole being captured me. He was sparring with one of his elder brothers, Elijah I believe. I watched in turns, as to not look suspicious, he was fire, uncontrollable, growing stronger in the fight with each passing moment. He had Elijah down, the fight won. When I looked back up again, his father had attacked, pinning Nik to the ground, yelling at him.

He walked off into the woods, muttering in anger to himself. No one followed him. But I knew where he went, to the apple tree. A while later I escaped the village. My wolf telling me I had to go to him, he needed me. I found him sitting under the apple trees, picking at the grass, shoulders hunched over. I slowly approached him, sensing his distress. Sitting down beside him, fixing my skirt. When I was settled I waited, looking out into the calm of the forest. In time he relaxed, laying his head down onto my lap. Closing his eyes he went off into his inner world, the one he often went into after an encounter with his father.

"What do you dream of, Nik?" I asked, twirling a strand of his hair between my fingers, the curl was so soft, he was a complete contradiction.

"I don't have dreams," Nik answered as he looked out into the forest, brooding still, his pride bruised.

"Everyone has something the wish for." I laughed, playfully smacking his forehead, "you're just mad."

"What do you want?" he cocked his head to look at me, lips spreading into a smile.

"At home, far away from this place, a chance to be free, to run." I smiled, "to not have to fear the wolf, and live in harmony."

"With me, and five sons?" he smiled.

"Yes, five daughters."

"Sons."

"Two of each." I laughed, "And my wolf."

"Done." He flipped over, straddling my legs, thighs placed on either side of me, knees into the ground, his hands found my waist, holding me still, he knew I always pulled away, embarrassed with how close he often placed himself. "Tonight?" he whispered, dropping his head near mine, his eyes pleading, "This is not enough, Vivian. I want all of you."

Stunned I could not find the strength to answer, my wolf waking in me, her thoughts on Nik overwhelming, all she wanted to do was curl into his side and bask in the warmth of his light, but my rational though stopped me, "no," I pushed my nose into his chin, giving off my affection for him, "Nik, this has to be enough. I will not waist myself, like the others…not until god has smiled down upon us."

"Vivian," he smiled, pushing his chin into me, giving back the comfort and affection as he often did, and learning from me the natural habits of a changed wolf, "my good girl." Pulling back he looked down at me, the storm of his eyes lightning, becoming a crystal blue, such male beauty was unbelievable.

"My father may resent me, but if I were to eve go against Him, father would kill me." I said, remembering how father had taken to pains teaching me about his newfound god above his Viking father's gods. "He would kill you too."

Smirking Nik placed a kiss on my cheek, lingering for longer than allowed, making me laugh. Taking my hands upon his chest, I used my wolf's strength and pushed him onto his back, leaning over him, I laugh, and his face whenever I overpowered him was priceless. His eyes went wide, surprise and laughter mingled together. My hands pushed down on his forearms, keeping them on the ground.

"You know me, Nik, why would you try to seduce me?" I playfully asked, my hair fell around us, creaking a soft yellow barrier between us and the forest.

"I am not so sure it is I who is the seducer?"

"I am a saint."

"Then I am the sinner?"

"Only if you wish to be."

-X-

My father died in his sleep a month later. The villagers whispered that I killed him, that I had released the beast. So afraid of me I decided to relieve their fears and move to the hunting lodge near the river, better to live separate. Nik was my constant visitor, staying well into the night. I never felt more alive before then, free do to as I pleased. No longer had feeling tied to that place. I could be myself, using my nature, allowing the liberties I had long denied. I was free to run, I was free to leave if I wanted to. But I stayed for Nik. I could not leave him. I loved him too much to leave now, but he would not come with me, for he cared for his family.

One night he brought the priest with him, stating that we were to be married. I couldn't refuse. The happiness I felt knowing I was loved and that I loved him was amazing. Nik and I loved each other in secret. Together in the lodge, just us, and no one else. When I learned of the child that was to come from our love, Nik was elated. We made plans to leave, to go deeper into the new world, away from everyone, so we could be free, so we could have our happiness and our family.

Everything started to fall apart when Henrik, his youngest sibling was mauled to death one full moon. Nik and slipped out to come to me, but Henrik the curious little thing followed. Nik never forgave himself, and his father resented him. Promising we would leave as soon as he could, he asked for me to wait for him.

"I will be right back, love." He promised me, but I was already seven months pregnant, I could not wait any longer. But I had to, I would have waited forever for him.

Life was destroyed before it took its first breath…

I was sleeping on my side, the pallet under me soft and cushioned. I could feel something coming, my senses going wild, my wolf riding me, the baby could feel it too, turning over and over in me. Something was coming, as I awoke I could sense it, I could feel the shift in the balance of nature around me. Slowly I got up, my hands on my well rounded belly, fear shot up my spine, urge to protect overtaking me. A knock at the mended door scared me, my heart raced faster with each second, my eyes honed in on the moonlight behind it, peaking through, I could see the shadow of a body behind it. It wasn't Nik, he would have walked in, and this was someone else. I almost didn't want to go to it, rather hid in the darkness. But my ears picked up on my name, the voice sounded familiar, rushed and panicked. Was something wrong?

Slowly I opened the door, hiding behind it for the most part. I looked up into the Mikaelson patriarch's gaunt and worried features. I felt my body go cold as he looked down at me. He was in a sweat, breathing heavily, there was blood on his shirt. He spoke but I didn't hear his voice, I was too frightened of him.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, I jumped back, looking down at his large roughened hands, covered in blood, and he left a handprint on my tunic. I looked back at him, this time I was brought back to reality, he asked to come in.

"Come in," I answered, stepping back, lowering my gaze as he entered. I kept the door open, so I could have escaped, his eyes locked onto me, examining, judging, and smirking as he looked me over. Shame crossed my face as I held my hands over my chest, I felt as if I was dirty as he looked at me, his energy, like a smoke, surrounding me, choking me.

"Niklaus is the father?" he asked, I closed my eyes and nodded, "you are married?" again I nodded, "my son is a wayward soul, defiant to his core, I warned him about you, wolf. Unnatural beings, my youngest son ripped to shreds by your kind."

"I did not do the deed," I answer unable to look at him, "I am truly sorry," I felt my heart moan at the thought of an innocent child being killed, my own child moved at my distress, reminding me I should be wary of him.

"We are family, family above all the rest." He said, I kept my eyes on his shadow, he stepped towards me, "you are family Vivian, you and this child." At the first touch of his hand to my belly I jumped back, but his free hand held onto my arm.

The feeling I got from him was hostile, angered, deadly, my whole entire body was like the lightning, "Let go of me!" I tried to move away, pushing him from me, but I was not fast enough, he caught me again turning me around, holding me into his chest, pinning my arms to my chest with one hand, "let go!" I snarled, the beast rising, I wished I had the ability to turn at will, to have the wolf save me, but it was impossible.

"Family above all, my dear," he whispered, "For Niklaus, for you." He whispered into my ear.

My eyes caught sight of a skin jug, holding it to my lips, he force me to open my mouth, liquid poured in, choking me, but making me drink of it. I instantly tasted blood. I felt my wolf howl, the taste exciting her, creating a singular thought, run, must run, the blood made her want to run in the moon. I coughed as he pulled it away from my lips, throwing the jug to the floor. Ears picked up on a metallic song behind us, I twisted to see, my eyes locking on a blade.

"Please no!" I cried out, "my child! Please no, I'll do anything, anything, I'll give you my word, I'll disappear with the moon light, you'll never see me again! Don't hurt my baby! Please!" panic over took me, I shook, unable to move. My wolf went wild, scratching at the surface, yet unable to attack.

Without answering me, he plunged the dagger into my chest. I screamed out in pain before my world went black.

I woke to pain, more pain that I had ever felt in the shift. Groaning I opened my eyes. I was on my back, looking up at the thatched roof of my home, there where holes in it, sunlight peaked through, rays like gold shining in. I smelled something strange, turning towards the smell I screamed as I looked into the face of a man from the village, eyes wide open, a scream in his features, blood all over him. Sitting up I grasped my stomach in pain, I pushed as far away from the man as I could, placing my back to the wall. I breathed in trying to calm myself, but the pain shot up my back. I looked at the man, body mutilated, neck and shoulders covered in blood, skin marred as if I had gone into m wolf and mauled him, and he was torn in half, blood pooled around him.

Pain shot up my back and I screamed out. "NIK!" I cried as tears fell, I looked to my belly, blood too coated me, a bloody hand held my belly, I felt nothing, I felt empty inside. My wolf whimpered, something was wrong with the baby…

"Move!" I panicked when I did not feel my son kick inside me, I no longer felt as if I had life in me. "No!" I sobbed, holding my belly, feeling for movement, "no, no, no, no!" I listened, I could not hear a heartbeat, "no, please, Lord, no!" I fell back against the wall, pain erupted over me, "AHAHAHAH!" I screamed.

I felt my heart break… all was lost to me….

I was destroyed…

My beloved Nik had destroyed me….

I will never forgive him…

-X-

"Where will you go?" Elijah asked me as we stood together overlooking the village, the dim lights of the fire making it look so idyllic. He had found me, as I looked the village over one final time. He realized I too had been changed, I told him what had happened, he felt sympathy for me.

I gathered my worldly possessions to my chest, never wanting to let them go, "everywhere, anywhere." I said looking down at them. "Niklaus must never know what has happened to me, he must never know I too have taken part in this curse." I looked up into the warm browns of Elijah's eyes, his handsome face, so like Niklaus, and yet vastly different. Nik was like a lion, golden, proud and strong. Elijah was the wise stag, ever knowing, everlasting. "He has betrayed me, and I will never forgive him."

"He needs you, he is like you, Vivian; wolf."

"I know." I stated, I suppose I always knew, I was so drawn to him, because we were alike. "I cannot help him, it is not something I understand." I felt my heart ripping into two as I thought of leaving this place, though I was unwelcomed, this was my home. This was where I met Niklaus, "I know I will be breaking him, but I cannot stay here, everything is ruined. My happiness, our happiness taken." Tears formed, yet I willed them not to fall.

"If he loses you, he will lose himself."

"Promise me," I said, "promise me you will never tell Niklaus about me, about what happed, swear it!"

"I swear, Vivian." He gave me his head, telling me he took it to heart, "I will always protect your secret. Until the time comes when he learns of it."

"He will never." I swore, "He will never find me."

"We are immortal, Vivian, never is an offal long time."

I smiled at him, knowing he would protect me. I headed off into the darkness, all that I needed in the world in my arms. I would never return to the village, I would never return to Niklaus. The darkness was where I belonged, in the shadows, alone, and apart from everyone.

I woke, eyes heavy. I looked up at the unfamiliar celling, not knowing where I was. My head hurt terribly. I moaned and rolled over into the softness under me, trying to block out the light. Everything felt achy, I was so tired. Where was I? I peeked out through the tresses of my blonde hair with one eye, I was in a finely furnished room, Queen Anne furniture, and it smelled of embers and brandy. Clenching my eyes I thought of my situation before I fell asleep.

Nik…

Nik was there…. We were fighting…

There was a witch…

I had the odd memory of magic being used on me….

"That bastard!" I threw myself off of the bed, anger boiling in my blood. The witch cased her magic on us, creating a vortex to stop our challenge, we were immobilized by the power. I could hear Nik's voice telling the witch to put me into s sleep, to calm me. Standing in the room I looked down, I was wearing a green dress, before I was in clothes I took from his sister. Groaning I headed for the door.

I was in a long hall, all the doors shut, soft carpet under my bare feet. Listening I searched for them. Following the sounds of muffled voices I snarled. A one woman demolishing team, headed to him, ready to slap him. Even if he was immortal I could still hurt him. I felt my claws rip through my nails, teeth become sharper. Caging me, that's what he did, I do not take well to cages, no matter how finely decorated it is.

Coming down the stairs I found them in the sitting room again. "NIK!" I shouted, threw the door open, ignoring the others who were all seated at a coffee table, maps and papers out in front of them, Nik was seated at a large wingback chair, one ankle crossed over a knee, hands laced behind his head, he smirked when he looked at me, dimples, I wanted to rip them off.

"Good morning, sunshine." He smiled.

"Ass!" I shouted as I walked into the room, headed right for him, "U asshole, hoe durf je! U heeft geen recht, Nik!"

"Please tell me how you fee, love." He smiled, settling back into his chair, licking his lips, he was enjoying irking me.

"Oh, ik kan uw gezicht!"

"But you like my face, love."

"Shut it!" I stamped my foot. "I'm leaving." I turned eyes catching the witch, "don't even do that again." I said before I headed off to the door.

"Vivian," Nik was beside me in an instant, hands in his pockets, bending at the waist to look at me, "love, we have a common interest, I want to get at Marcel, and so do you."

"I won't help you, Nik," I said, I found my shoes at the door, slipping them on I ignored him. "I have my own addenda, and it will not serve you."

"You won't listen to reason?"

"Nope," I turned and face him, one last time, "goodbye, love." I said coldly before opening the door by the French style handle. It was a bright day, prefect, a walk in the warmth would do me some good. I stepped to leave, but was pushed back by a force. "What?" I placed my hands out, I was met with a wall. "NIK!" I snarled as I pushed again, to only be refused exit. "What did you do?"

"Oh I simply asked the witch who is living in my house to do a tiny spell to keep you in the house, until you agree to work alongside me." He was standing like a child, hands behind his back, rocking on the balls of his feet, eyes looking away from me, "once you agree, the spell will be lifted." He then looked at me, lips pulling back into a smile.

"Really?" I crossed my arms, sinking into protection mode, "you trap me?" the others came out and walked down the hall to join us. "You know how much I appreciate cages." I raised my brow. "How volatile a cage could make me?"

"Well, I know you as all talk." He stated, shifting from one leg to the other, "you're sweet disposition will always catch up to you. Besides don't think of this as a cage, think of it as your own little hunting lodge, with just extra company."

"I would trade this mansion for that rickety lodge any day." I stated, "no matter how much company I'd have."

"Well, use the house as you see fit, and when you decide to aid me in overtaking the Quarter, let me know, and we can rectify this situation," he twirled his finger around whimsically between us looking about the vaulted ceiling, "maybe we can figure out who betrayed whom in the meantime." He smirked, but then his eyes softened towards me, his smirk loosening into a light turn of the lips, remembrance in his eyes, "IK handel deze plek voor onze lodge, voor ons leven terug, samen."

"Is that supposed to make me hopeful for a reconciliation between us?" I laughed, as if he would wish to return to our human lives.

As he turned his back, walking away from me, I mentally glared daggers at him. The others where left, Rebekah announced her boredom and headed out the door, making me jealous of her ability to leave. Davina clung to Elijah, feeling safety hiding behind me. It did not suit my purpose to hurt her. Hailey looked back to their retreating forms, her hands on her belly, then she looked to me. Not knowing what to do. Sighing I went off to find the kitchen. I always cook when I am stressed, seemed like a good moment to see how my skills kept over the last thirty years.

-X-

I was in my own world when I felt a presence at the door.

"Vivian?" I looked up at my name, Hailey stood at the door, watching me, I stilled from my activity and smiled, and she walked in and sat down at the island I was working on. Placing her hands on the granite countertop, she looked me in the eye. I could tell there was a question lingering in her hazel eyes, but she lost confidence and looked away.

I enjoyed her company either way, I smiled and set back to work whisking eggs into the dry properties for my sweet. I could see as Hailey rested her hand upon the top part of her bump. It was becoming her most dominate feature. The girl had no idea what lay in store for her, she was a ticking time bomb. When I had poured the batter into a pan I found in the lower cabinet, and shook the air-bubbles out, she perked up again.

"Why are you so angry with Klaus? I can tell it's not about being trapped in here, you make yourself right at home no matter what." She was a smart one, I couldn't help but smile at her, life and beauty swelled in her eyes.

"Nik and I have a complicated history." I answered as I turned towards the wonderful double convection oven, kitchen appliances have changed so much since I was desiccated, and placed the pan in it, setting the time, as I gathered my soiled bowl she was wrestling with another thought.

"You married him, so you must have loved him." Sighing I turned to face her again, "he broke your heart?"

"Yes," I answered, "believe it or not, I did love him. Maddeningly in love; desperately, deeply, obsessed, it was like a moment I wanted to remember forever. I would have lived for him, he was the beginning of life for me, all I needed. He was different then, not who he is now. But when his father came to my hideaway and killed me lumping me into the spell as well, everything was taken from me. When I rose, changed, I knew it was Nik who told him, betraying my trust and love. Taking my happiness away from me, denying me any form of it for the rest of eternity."

"are you sure it was Klaus?" her brow arched, as she tried to understand the pieces of our past I had given to her, of course I kept details for myself, she didn't need to know everything. "What happened to you…to…?"

"He died also." I could heart Nik at the door to the kitchen, the one Hailey had come through. She was so intent on listing to me she was not aware of him. I could heart his heart, beating faster when I had spoken of the child. I gazed down to the top of her bump, "the spell affected him too. When my body died, his life was taken also."

"I'm sorry," she felt genuine remorse for me, the light drained from her skin, sadness taking over her, "how far along where you?"

"Eight months," I stated, Nik was in a panic behind the wall, "when I awoke and no longer felt him move inside me, I died a second time. It was an empty feeling, I had failed to protect him."

"Did you name him?"

"Rikard," I smiled, "Beautiful little boy."

"Did you have a girl's name?"

"Gyda," I stated, Nik tensed, he had picked the girl's name, "But I always knew it was a boy."

"I think it's a girl," She said, stroking her bump her eyes lovingly looking down at it, "At first I didn't want it, but when it came down to protecting her, I knew I would have done anything. When she first kicked…"

"You never realized how much you could love someone that you've never met?" I smiled, she looked up at me, agreeing with a smile, "That's the wolf in you, maternal instincts, it grows. Wolves are known as some of the most viciously protective mothers in the existence."

"Was your change from wolf to hybrid…painful?" she asked, it was an innocent question but I guess my facial reaction wasn't what she expected, "I'm sorry for all the questions, I'm just trying to understand you a bit, without all the yelling. I feel like I can trust you."

"I feel the same way," I laughed, "its okay, I don't mind. It was not as painful as my first shift, I suppose it was like waking from a nightmare that seemed too real. Body all tense and locked up, weakness throughout your body, head hurts so much you'd wish you could open it up to relieve the pressure, and thirst, dry scratchy throat, the urge to seek out your craving, it overwhelms you." I could hear Nik walking away from the door, racing off into another part of the house, coward.

"So what's so important?" she asked, drawing me back to her, "what does Marcel have?"

I smiled, "my most important possessions in this world." I said.

I would protect my possessions from anyone, with my life.

-X-

The moon was so beautiful that night. Like a mother calling to her children, I felt the pull, but I had a choice to shift. I sat on the topmost stairwell, under the skylight, looking up at her. She was almost full, but still calling to her children. Sitting on the railing I watched for a long time. I knew he would have found me, this was his private part of the house. But this was where the view of the moon was. He walked up behind me, slowly, anticipating my movement. I did not mind him being there, I was calm, anger forgotten, and the moon always calmed me. He came to sit next to me, mere inches away. His hands collapsed in his lap. At first he was looking at me, but then the moon was too seductive, he too turned his gaze to her.

Hypnotic, that was what she was to creatures like us, singing a song that we could not turn away from. Nik was the first to speak between us.

"I searched for you," he whispered, turning towards me, "endlessly, I couldn't bring myself to believe you were dead."

"I wanted you too…" I said, still looking at her beauty. "Deep down I wanted you to find me, then again I vowed to run always."

"Always the contradiction, Vivian." He smirked, laughter at his lips, remembering something, "I never told my father about us, about the baby." He looked down, "I would kill him again for what he did to you."

"I learned to live with it, Nik." I stated, shrugging my shoulders, "I mourned a thousand years ago."

"The priest must have betrayed our confidence."

"Not much can be done for it now, your father found out, he turned me, he killed our baby, and now here we are, centuries later. Grudges get old after a while."

"You certainly released one show of grudges." He laughed.

I laughed too, "It might have been a bit much, but I do have a flair for the dramatics." I looked at him for a moment, capturing his gaze, "but you've found another,"

"Drunken one-night." He rolled his eyes, "it is supposed to be impossible."

"For immortal vampires." I said, "You're an immortal werewolf, Nik, possibility attained." I looked away, "you've condemned her to death, that poor girl." I thought about her fate, such a lost girl, unknowing. "If she survives the birth, there will be plenty of others ready to kill her and your daughter. This just doesn't happen. I was told, by Hailey, that you want to use this baby as your endgame, to overtake the Quarter?"

"That's the plan, war."

"But you do know it's a baby?"

"Yes I know what a baby is, a tea-cup human." He said, it made me laugh, 'tea-cup human' now that was funny, he soon was laughing with me, "well maybe not a human."

"Its strong," I said, "the heartbeat brings back memories."

"Rikard?" he asked.

"Yes," I smiled, thinking about him.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, elbowing him I pushed away, "don't think anything." I stated, "Whatever you overheard from the kitchen was said in the past tense. I loved you; that will always be a part of me, for you will always hold the best of me."

"Vivian," he groaned, "the pull is still there, destiny has a hold on me, pushing me towards you," he referred back to when we were mortal, I could see the moon in his eyes, he was lost in her influence, "it was my dormant wolf that pushed me to you, and I still feel it. Having you in front of me now, I can't stay away. I will always search you out, always find you." He tried to hold me, but I placed my hand on his chest.

"Nik, think. The moon is almost full, it's the siren call." I felt the pull too, with him this close, it was intoxicating, but I had to sever the line, "call your Caroline." He blanched, "Hailey told me of her, speak with her."

"You are my wife." He stated. "Mine."

"I belong to myself. I am a free creature, you knew that then. I'm already caged, don't claim me too." he leaned in, too close, I felt his breath on my skin, his eyes looking through mine, light as the sky, influenced by the moon, my wolf wanted me to go to him, longing to be near him, to be near the wolf she wanted, for one moment I would give in, placing my nose against his chin, pushing back.

His hands held my shoulders as he pushed back, eyes closed. My body went into a tingling sensation, everything electrifying, that's how it was when Nik touched me, it overwhelmed me, and he overtook me. I felt my wolf howl in excitement, urging more. But I pushed away before his lips touched mine, instead kissing my jawline.

"Call her," I said, "goodnight, love." I whispered before I pushed off the railing, falling three levels down, landing on the floor in a silent step. I looked back up at him, taking in his form under the blue hue of the moonlight, I could see his eyes reflecting in the darkness. Smiling one last time, I walked away.

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Okay another chapter, I'm gland y'all are loving this. I guess my little note didn't transfer over to FF, but yes Caroline will be making an lasting appearance later on in the story, but it's moving quickly. Hope y'all enjoy this! Review please!