Thank you all SOOO much for the positive reviews so quickly and I'm honestly shocked at how many followers and favorites the story has gotten already! Well here's another update with a little more action than the first two, so I hope you enjoy!
Madelina was pulling Rebekah inside of the house when suddenly Rebekah stopped and slipped her hand out of the little girl's. Madelina looked confused before her face cleared. "Oh yes, I almost forgot," she said in her high pitched voice. "You all are Originals right? Except for Klaus and Freya, who are a hybrid and a witch... though Freya seems like a very old witch instead of like Mommy," she finished, looking a little confused at the end.
Rebekah, in turn, looked shocked at the information the little girl knew. "How do you know all of this?" She asked Madelina, who just became more interesting than she already was.
The girl turned her attention back to Rebekah and shrugged. "I'm not sure. I just knew when you showed up. Something inside of me told me who you were and I believe it." She smiled slightly when her mother and the others got to the porch, the others, who were in fact looking just as surprised as Rebekah.
But instead of asking more questions, Mave cut them off by saying. "You can all come in."
The barrier was lifted from the others, except in Freya's case who was just patiently waiting to be properly invited inside.
Madelina smiled once more and grabbed Rebekah's hand to show her their new husky that was only two months old and more adorable than anything. The others followed Mave into the formal living room, grabbing some glasses and pouring some alcohol in them before passing them around. The Mikaelsons took them graciously, but it seemed that only Klaus and Kol would be drinking as Elijah and Freya set theirs down before taking a single sip.
Freya and Kol sat on the sofa, Mave sat in a plush chair, and Elijah and Klaus remained standing, as they usually did out of habit.
"So about these 'ghosts'..." Kol said suddenly, leaning on his knees as he looked at Mave intently.
The mother sighed and set her drink down. "They showed up when she was around 2," she started. "And I thought that they were just regular imaginary friends that every kid has, but then when she described them, I knew they weren't normal. I looked through my spell book, along with the others I've acquired over the years, and found a spell that could explain what was happening."
She paused and rubbed her head as if the thought worried her. "The reason that Madelina can see the ghosts of certain people is because of her magic, as you probably already guessed," she said and looked back up at the Mikaelsons who were listening intently. "But Madelina's magic is unaturally powerful, and, being lonely from not being able to leave the property, she unintentionally used her magic to be able to talk to someone, anyone, and those someone's turned out to be the dead."
"But... That's impossible without some sort of consequences," Freya intterupted.
"Not exactly," Mave replied. "The only thing that Madelina did was slightly thin the veil to the Other Side, making her able to see them, but nobody else. The ghosts still can't interact with the living, so Madelina didn't really cause an unbalance in nature, therefore there aren't any consequences."
Freya nodded, understanding how Madelina unconsciously performed magic, but she was still surprised that it was at such a young age and with such a complicated spell.
"I still think that we should at least consider the terms of the girl's whereabouts-" Elijah started but Mave tensed and interrupted.
"Forget it Elijah," she said with venom on her lips and a glare aimed at said Original. "My daughter will not leave from this place and that is that."
Elijah sighed, not entirely comfortable with the fact that it was just Madelina and her mother here without anybody else to protect them. He had faith in the spell around the property but what's to say that Dahlia couldn't simply undo it. She has certainly showed how powerful she is up till now.
They were cut off from their conversation at yapping and giggling. Suddenly, a young and excited puppy came barreling through the room, followed by a giggling Madelina with her blonde hair flinging this way and that. Before the puppy could jump onto the couch, Madelina flung herself at him, stopping his action but not his movements afterwards.
She stopped her giggling but her smile didn't fall as she looked up at everyone's faces. "Sorry," she said breathlessly. "Sometimes Henrik gets carried away."
The Originals, including Rebekah who just walked in, all stiffened at the familiar name while Mave looked at them with furrowed eyebrows.
"What did you call him?" Rebekah asked in a strangled whisper.
Madelina looked confused at everyone's seious faces. "Henrik? I named him after one of my imaginary friends after he begged me to. He said something like 'If he's going to be a Mikaelson than he should have a Mikaelson name' or something like that." She continued, still holding the struggling puppy.
Rebekah looked at Nik with wide eyes while he stared intently at his daughter, wondering what the hell is going on. Elijah was wondering the same thing as he gazed at Madelina and Kol was simply frozen to the spot, wondering if his little brother was residing on the Other Side this whole time. Freya knew of Henrik but still looked a little confused at the situation, as did Mave. Klaus never told her of Henrik.
"Why are you all looking like that?" The young girl asked nervously, wondering why everyone seemed tense.
Klaus looked to his daughter and spoke as gently as he could. "Madelina, can you tell us of what Henrik looks like and what he has said to you?"
She looked confused but answered again. "Well Henrik was one of the first ones I saw, and when I asked why he wanted to be my friend, he told me that he wanted to watch over me and try to keep me as safe as I could be. He said that he missed his family but he told me that it made him feel better that he could see me grow up. He told me of the fun games his siblings played when they weren't busy with chores, and he showed me some of them. He has dark hair that's about this long," she untangled one hand from the pup to put it to her shoulder. "And he has darkish eyes but sometimes their brighter in the sun."
During her story, Klaus's eyes began to fill with water, still broken up about Henrik's death. How was it that he was there the whole time.
Meanwhile, Madelina's eyes flickered to an empty spot and she smiled. "He's here now," she said, not noticing Klaus's pained expression.
"What is he doing?" Freya asked when it seemed the other siblings were frozen, each reliving the pain that was never forgotten.
Madelina paused, looking at the spot that Henrik stood in. He was one of her closest friends. He taught her all the things that her mother thought was too soon, such as stories of vampires and werewolves and whatnot, though he made them not as scary as they would be. He played games with her and told her more stories of his siblings, the ones she knew were right in front of her. "He's telling me to...to pass a message to you, his family." She said.
"What is it?" Elijah asked after a pause.
After memorizing the words, she turned back to them but focused her eyes on Klaus's. She let go of the puppy, who was too tired out to do much than fall asleep on the floor. She walked up to Klaus and grabbed his hand to pull him down. Klaus abliged and squatted in front of his daughter, his glass of scotch sitting on a nearby table and completely forgotten. The little girl looked into his eyes and cupped his face gently, using her thumbs to wipe away the tears.
"He says that he forgives you," she whispered quietly. "He says that he loves you all and that you will for eternity have Always and Forever, even if you cannot see him to say it to." She finished and hugged Klaus, who was frozen for a long moment before wrapping his arms around Madelina's tiny frame. Despite how young she was, Klaus felt as if she was so much older than her years. And to think that all this time, Henrik was watching over his family from the other side. What does he think of his family after all the terrible things they've done. According to Madelina, he understood why they did it, and he still loves them unconditionally.
Klaus let a few tears fall on his cheeks and Madelina pulled away, looking at his face intently with her bright blue eyes. She looked at the tears before wiping them away again with her tiny hands. "Don't cry," she says softly. "I don't like to see people sad."
Klaus smiled slightly at his daughter. How did something as vile as him play a part in giving life to such a beautiful thing as Madelina? The idea was absurd to him yet he felt joy at his daughter's goodness. Someone needed to bring light into the Mikaelson name.
"And besides," all of the siblings' thoughts of sadness and regret vanished at the next thing she said. "He said that the puppy could represent him in the family, seeing as..." She trailed off and looked at Henrik once more, who completed the sentence she was trying to remember. Her face cleared and she turned back to them, "Seeing as the dog acts like he used to."
The siblings laughed at that and Rebekah wiped away her traitorous tears that had fallen. Elijah and Kol still had pain in their eyes but it softened at the humor of Madelina's words. It was true that Henrik as a child was always playing around and happy, similar to how the puppy was before he fell asleep.
Suddenly, Madelina yawned, though she tried to hide it from her mother to no avail. "Madelina, I think that it is past your bedtime," she raised an eyebrow to her daughter, succefully changing the tense topic.
Madelina frowned. "I'm not ti-" but her sentence was cut off by another yawn, making Klaus chuckle and his siblings smile fondly at the girl.
Mave laughed and stood up. "What were you saying?" She questioned to her daughter.
Madelina huffed in frustration. "Fine, but you have to do the spell," she reminded her mother, thinking that she had forgotten about it.
"What spell?" Rebekah asked the question the rest were wondering.
Madelina looked at the others and said simply, "Mommy does a spell to keep the monsters from my dreams."
Mave stood behind Madelina and gave the others a look that said she'd explain it when she came back downstairs. The siblings got the message and allowed both of them to start heading upstairs, but a second later, Madelina came rushing downstairs, now dressed in a white nightgown, and grabbed Klaus's hand, pulling him to the stairs.
"I want to show you my room!" She said excitedly and Klaus knew that he wouldn't be able to say no to her. Only a day and the little girl had him successfully wrapped around her tiny finger.
Klaus went upstairs, looking at dazzling pictures of Madelina as a baby and then as a young toddler walking in the field, chasing butterflies in the picture. She was a beautiful baby and she continued to grow in beauty.
Klaus was pulled into a room that he suspected was Madelina's. He expected pink, but was surprised to find that the room mostly consisted of green, the same shade as the forest outside. One of her walls was completely bare to show a mural of the forest with animals dancing in the sunlight. The other walls were just green, and Klaus looked to the bed Madelina flung herself on to see the comforter being another light shade of green with designs all over it. There were toys scattered on the floor and even a few sketchbooks here and there that Klaus wanted badly to flip through but knew it wasn't the right time to do so. There was a wooden armoire that contained her clothes and a bedside table next to the bed that had a bowl of dark liquid sitting on it. Mave sat in a chair next to the bed and Klaus stood slightly to the left of it, looking at the little girl who was snuggled under the covers of the bed. She was clutching a brown teddy bear and looking at Klaus intently.
"Do you like it?" She asked wondrously.
Klaus smiled slightly at the girl who wanted his approval on everything. "Of course," he said and gestured to the room. "Who wouldn't," his voice was surprisingly soft.
Madelina smiled brightly at his answer and then looked to her mom.
"Okay," the little girl breathed out and nodded her head. " I'm ready."
Klaus watched on curiously as Mave dipped her hands palms down into the dark liquid of the bowl before placing them on either side of the girl's head. She began to chant softly, and Klaus knew that this spell was a simple one, but he was still confused on why Mave was doing it. Madelina's explanation earlier didn't exactly clear it up.
Soon, as the chanting continued, Madelina's eyes fluttered closed and her breathing evened out. Mave stopped her chanting when the spell was complete, standing up to look at her daughter.
With her eyes still on Madelina, she asked Klaus softly, "Are you going to tell her?"
Klaus tore his gaze from Madelina to look at the witch in confusion. She must have sensed his questioning look because she elaborated. "About you being her father?"
Klaus sighed, having thought about that many times throughout the day. If he told Madelina, than it would make him leaving her all that much harder. He didn't want her to think that he was abandoning her, because that wasn't the case at all. He wanted her safe, and he had to defeat Dahlia before that could happen. He answered Mave truthfully. "I do not know."
Mave turned to look at him with soft eyes. He was a very different man than when they had first met, more compassionate, showing his love openly to at least his family members. "Well... If you are afraid of what she'll think, don't worry. She's smart for her age and she understands the situation she's been placed in. I've told her stories of you, ya know," she said and turned back to look at the sleeping blonde. "I told her that you were gone so that she would be kept safe. She doesn't resent you for being absent. Quite the opposite, she actually thinks of you as her hero."
Klaus looked at Mave. She was just as much different from their time together as he was. She loved her daughter with so much compassion that it was blinding to look at. She would protect her with her life, and she did so everyday, with the property spell draining much of her magic. Klaus knew how big that spell was and how much energy it would take of her. If someone came to attack them, Mave wouldn't be able to fight back much without taking the spell down and showing her daughter's presence to Dahlia. Klaus was grateful for the witch he stood before. She was much more than what she used to be.
"Shall we go downstairs?" Klaus asked, knowing that he needed some more answers about what Madelina said earlier of her mother's spell. Mave nodded and led Klaus out of the room, pausing to close the door softly.
When they returned back to the living room, the other siblings were chattering about the little girl. Rebekah was in love with her, Elijah knew that she was going to be something that would fix their family, along with Hope, Kol was trying to brush it off but everyone could see how much he loved Madelina also, and Freya... well Freya was nervous about Madelina's future and how they could protect her even more. Freya didn't want Madelina bound to the same fate as her.
When Klaus and Mave came into the room, almost everyone bombarded her with questions about the spell Madelina was speaking of. Mave held her hand up, silencing the talk, so that she could return to her seat and explain the spell.
"You know of my visions that I used to have?" Mave asked Klaus, who looked slightly taken aback by the sudden change but nodded anyway. She sighed. "Well it seems that I passed that on to give Madelina another weird trait. She can see visions of the future and memories of the past, but they are mostly bad ones, warning her of something that is to come," she looked across all of their faces, sensing their interest. "That is why she understands her situation with Dahlia, because she has seen visions of the witch go after not only Hope, but Freya as well."
"She gets these vision mostly when she sleeps," Mave continued. "And they scare her most of the time, because, as you know, sometimes visions aren't always clear. Sometimes, Madelina cannot even see the face of the person who is the bad guy in her visions. The spell that I perform can't keep away the visions altogether, but it can stop the less powerful ones from entering her mind."
"What dangers does she see?" Elijah asked, wondering if it had to do with all of the Mikaelsons and not just Madelina.
Mave shrugged. "Mostly ones that have already happened, such as the witches going after Hope, or Dahlia to both of them, but also ones that are to come. Although the ones that appear in those kinds of visions are usually just shadows and she can't get a clear picture of their faces, but she sees what they do and it scares her to death," her voice became softer. "I just wish that she didn't have to go through that, so if I have to do this spell every night than I will."
The siblings nodded and continued to talk about Madelina's abilities and wondering if she was simply just a witch, or a tribrid like Hope. Mave confessed that she hadn't seen any signs of werewolf aggression or a vampire's bloodlust. Klaus, secretly, was glad. Madelina seemed too good to have to go through those troubles, and he was already worrying about Hope having to deal with it. He didn't want to worry about those things with Madelina also.
Just as things were settling down and Mave was about to show the Mikaelsons to the guest rooms, a sound erupted that chilled everyone to the bone. It was a blood curdling scream.
And it was coming straight from Madelina's room.
In a flash, the siblings were at the door, leaving Mave and Freya to hurry up the stairs. Klaus opened the door to chaos.
The room was obviously in a state of Madelina's uncontrollable magic. Things were floating through the air, no longer bound to gravity, as wind whipped through it without the help of outside, seeing as the windows were closed and locked. The temperature of the room was freezing, but despite that, Madelina was tossing and turning in the bed, drenched in sweat and her face screwed up in terror. She was obviously having one of her visions that Mave so recently discussed.
Just as Mave and Freya reached the top of the stairs, another scream tore its way from Madelina's throat, this one even more terrifying then the last. Klaus was at her side as the siblings burst into the room, wondering what to do. Klaus tried to grab Madelina's hand but he was thrown back into the wall, causing small cracks to appear.
Mave pushed her way past the Mikaelsons, bringing Freya along, "I'm gonna need your help," she told the older witch and began explaining the spell that they'd have to do in order to bring Madelina out of the vision.
"This vision is a lot stronger so I'm going to need extra magic," Mave explained afterwards and Freya nodded, willing to do anything to help the little girl.
Klaus had gotten up by now and was shielding himself from flying objects as he watched Madelina's pain helplessly. She was clawing at the air and kicking against the comforter that stuck to her sweaty legs, trying to make the unseen monsters go away.
Like before, Klaus watched as the two witches dipped their hands into the bowl. Mave once again placed her hands on Madelina's temples while Freya placed hers on Mave's exposed shoulder blades that the dress allowed to show. Immediately after, they began chanting.
Madelina screamed again as if the spell caused her pain and scratched at her mother's hand, almost breaking the connection. Mave stopped chanting to look at Klaus and shout against the wind, "Hold her down!"
Klaus immediately did so. He grabbed the little girl's wrists, holding them down despite her struggles but there were still her legs, and Klaus was surprised to find his daughter fighting against his grasp on her wrists with her magic, making it impossible to hold her legs down also. He turned to his siblings and yelled for someone's assistance.
Kol connected the dots and grabbed onto the girl's thrashing legs, successfully holding them down to the bed as the chanting grew louder through the room. Madelina screamed again and tried to free herself but it was useless.
Suddenly, Madelina gasped awake, using the power of her gasp to sit up. The wind instantly stopped and things dropped to the floor. Madelina was shaking in Klaus and Kol's grasp, replaying the awful scenes in her head over and over again.
"Madelina?" Mave asked hesitantly, never seeing her daughter this distraught before. The young blonde turned her head slowly to stare at Mave, and just the sight of her mother looking so concerned brought the tears that she wanted to fight to her eyes. She released herself from the brother's grasps and threw herself into Mave's arms, crying into her neck and trying to form sentences.
"I-I-I saw them Mommy!" She cried. "I s-saw... I saw what they did an-and-and they did terrible things and... and I saw what they were capable of an-and it was like the others," she said, referring to her past visions. "Bu-But this time I sa-saw their faces an-and what they looked like when they-they... when they-" she cut off again with more cries, hugging her mother like she could and would never let go. All of the Mikaelsons, even the sarcastic ones like Kol and Klaus, felt their hearts break with sympathy for the girl. She was only five years of age, she shouldn't have to see such terrible things, and they all knew the thing she saw were very terrible, because the fear was practically a tangible thing coming from Madelina.
"It's okay sweetie," Mave cooed, holding her sweaty daughter close and wishing that her baby didn't have to go through the things that Mave had had to go through before she controlled the visions. "Its okay, they're gone. They can't hurt you. And I won't let them hurt you okay? I promise you," she said, looking at the Mikaelsons's pitying gazes as Madelina's cries quieted down. Mave rubbed her back in circles, making her tensed muscles relax into her mother's arms. Madelina repeated the words in her head. They're gone. They can't hurt me, and Mommy will never let them hurt me, because she never breaks her promises.
Soon, Madelina's cries were gone and replaced with quiet sniffling as she continued to hug her mother. After a few moments, Mave asked her daughter, "Do you need to get them out?"
The other people in the room looked confused at Mave's question while Madelina nodded against her mother and pulled away, wiping away her tears and snot. Mave retreated her hands, knowing that Madelina hated to be carried, and watched as her daughter hopped out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and began walking out of the room and to a place Mave knew would calm her down. As Mave followed her daughter silently, the Mikaelsons copied her acts, and hesitantly went after the mother and daughter.
The went through the halls before Madelina casually opened a door and went inside, leaving it open for the others that she knew were following her, but she was too busy waiting to get them out. She had to get them out or she wouldn't get rid of the fear.
Before the others could enter, Mave stopped and turned to look at them. "Like she said earlier, she paints... a lot. But she forgot to tell you that she paints of her visions to get them out of her head, to show her that they're real. If she doesn't paint them to get them out, they stay there and she doesn't get rid of her fear," she explained before turning back around and going into the art room.
Klaus looked around the art room, catching sight of canvases set up around the room, either sitting on easel or leaning against the walls. The room was a wreck, with cups of paint everywhere and paintbrushes uncleaned. The floor and even some of the walls had blotches of paint on them, but Madelina seemed to like it that way because she paid no mind to the messiness and went to get a blank canvas, looking through the sizes to get the perfect one.
Klaus studied some of the paintings and was shocked at her talent. They were painted to last detail, showing the colors of everything she saw. Most were bright and happy, of people he assumed were her imaginary friends though he didn't see Henrik, but there were a few that were dark and had a sinister feel to them. Klaus knew that those were probably her other visions and shamelessly looked through them as his siblings did the same with others. There was a drawing of Hayley, just as he remembered her standing by the witches when he was told she was pregnant with his child. He could tell that Madelina did this one when she was younger because, although it was still impressive, the paining wasn't nearly as skilled as her most recent ones. Some of them were simply blurs of darkness or blotches of red staining across a shadow, but others were more detailed, where everything was clearer. The least to say, Klaus felt an odd sense of pride at his daughter's work, mixed with interest of what she was to paint next.
He turned when he heard Madelina pull out a large canvas, twice the size of her, and managed to carry it and put it on an empty easel. She then rushed around, grabbing cups of paint, mostly the colors red or black but some of blue or green. There were paintbrushes already in the cups when she set them on a small table next to the blank canvas. The siblings and Mave turned to watch the little girl as she grabbed a paintbrush dipped in red before standing in front of the blank canvas.
She paused, and Klaus tilted his head as she looked at the paintbrush for a moment. She stared back at the canvas and immediately threw the paintbrush to the ground, staining the floor red. He was confused before he saw her frantically dip her hands in the red and begin spreading them over the canvas at a pace that was almost supernatural. She created shapes and blended colors in such a professional way that it surprised Klaus. She really did get this from him because he could see the familiar moves he did also as she worked, though hers were more distraught and coated with urgentness. The shapes were hard to make out to the siblings but Klaus could slightly see the curve of a person's chin. She was drawing the monsters she saw.
She moved quickly, sometimes having to be on her toes to reach the top of the canvas, even though the easel was so short already. Then, the only moment she hesitated was the first time she picked up the black paint with her hands. She stared at the canvas with a look that Klaus recognized. She was trying to portray something that wasn't seen onto a painting. He had done it enough times throughout his life to remember his frustration that was worn on the little girl's face. But it was only a moment before she began again, placing the black in the middle of two people's chest and spreading wiggling lines up and down, creating black veins. Then, she added the facial recognitions, and Klaus felt anger and slight confusion run through him. The only thing different from the couple in his mind and the one on the painting were blood red irises and fangs that weren't the vampire kind that they should have. When Madelina finished, the picture was clear and it was familiar to all of the Mikaelsons, excluding Freya.
Madelina stepped back and looked at the monsters from her dreams, repressing a shudder. Now that she had painted them, her fear was gone, but words ran through her head that she had to warn of the people behind her, so she turned, surprising everyone with the crazed look in her eyes.
"They are the monsters," she said slightly shakily and pointed a stained hand to the canvas. "They-They are bad and they want revenge on you," she pointed back to the siblings, her hand trembling as was her body. "And if they get the Darkness inside of them," she pointed to the black that was residing in the middle of their chest and running through their veins, "Then they will be able to destroy you with just a bite. You have to be careful of the bite!" She shouted, stumbling a few steps to the siblings before Klaus caught her. He frowned and looked up at the canvas with disgust.
Because the two that stood before him, were long gone memories. Memories that he disliked very much.
It was his old friends Lucien and Aurora.
Woah that was a long one! Yes, I'm sorry, this is the end of the chapter and you're probably mad at me but don't worry, I'll update really soon I promise! Please please PLEASE review because it does make me write quicker ;) and it makes me very happy for the critique.
I hope you like where it's going and it makes sense to you because honestly, I only watched like the last two episodes of season three so I have to do all this research of Lucien and Aurora that hopefully is correct from the clips I've seen on YouTube.
IMPORTANT INFO: For this story, I will change the relationships between the Originals and Lucien and Aurora a little bit, including small parts of the flashbacks seen on the show. Aurora actually falls for Lucien and doesn't care about her brother as much as she does in the show. It'll simply make my story fit together better.
Thanks for reading and again, I really hope you like it!