My head pounded, sending wave after wave of nauseating pain through my body. My hearing came back first, the shift of dusty floorboards, the sound of wind outside a window. Then my sense of touch. I could feel the soft bed beneath me, the light sheet covering my body and the pillow beneath my sore head. Finally, I managed to slowly blink open my eyes. My vision was blurry at first, but after a few moments it began to focus. I was in an old, wooden-floored room. Dusk sunlight poured through a small, circular shaped window from up high on the also-wooden walls, illuminating hundreds of dust particles floating through the undisturbed air. The melting sunlight indicated that it was the late afternoon and the amount of time I'd been asleep - at least 4 hours. There was a set of cream folding panels that one would use to change clothes behind that I found terribly endearing. And off to the left of that was an easel, with a large paper canvas perched on it. Black, desperate scribbles marred the white paper. I thought it was a rather sad and lonely drawing.
My eyes lastly fell to an annoyingly familiar figure that was leaning against a wall, muscular arms crossed across his chest.
"Finally," he commented.
I groaned slightly as I pushed myself up on shaky arms. My whole body ached terribly and the world spun for a moment as I sat up. Fear poured into my body, accompanied by a burning rage that would probably only be satisfied with someones death. Namely, the arrogant vampire that stood across the room.
"Where the hell am I?" My words came out slurred as my tongue forgot how to work properly.
"I'm sorry what was that?" He was mocking me and I sent him a venomous glare.
"I thought you were supposed to have enhanced hearing," I shot back, my words coming out clear and distinct this time. I pushed a hand into my hair, massaging my pain-riddled head lightly. "I said, where the hell am I?"
"Somewhere people won't think to look," he replied cryptically. I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance. A sharp, but not too painful, burning sensation made itself known on my collarbone, but I didn't pay it much attention, chocking it up to a side affect of being drugged.
"Descriptive," I muttered under my breath. "Look, I already told you; I don't know whatever friends you were talking about. I don't know anyone in New Orleans! And I'm not going to stop practicing magic."
He pushed off the wall and strolled closer as I spoke, picking up a familiar, open book as he approached the bed.
"Really? See, I think you're lying," he replied. "In fact, I know you are." He threw my mother's grimoire onto the bed in front of me. It was on a page hadn't gotten up to reading yet, titled 'The First Vampires'. "I think you know exactly who they are, considering you wrote about them in your little cook book."
He thought the book was mine.
I quickly scanned over the contents of the page.
'The First Vampires
The first vampires were created with magic over a thousand years ago. They were a family, cursed to live an immortal life, plagued by an insatiable hunger. From them, stemmed all vampires that walk the Earth today.'
But this was not the part that caught my eye. No, it was the writing and subsequent spell underneath that made my lips part in a gasp.
'This magic is a servant of nature's work, and despite the fact that the witch who created this spell turned her back on us in creating these abominations, it is still only magic. And magic always has a loophole, a way to reverse the evil done. This spell will undo all of that evil. This spell reverses the magic that created innocent children into monsters, reverting them back to their form before vampirism - dead.'
The spell below was complex, too complex for me to understand, even after having studied magic my entire life. It would take me a long time to figure it out but it was there, it was there.
"Do you realise what that spell is?" he pointed at it, his voice angry and tired of playing games. "That could kill an Original. Nothing else in the entire world that's left, can kill an Original, except that spell. So how about you tell me where the hell you got it?"
I gulped. Crap.
Part of Klaus didn't want to believe - couldn't believe it. His child. He never thought he'd hear or say the words, let alone that they'd be true. But he had heard its tiny heart, beating in that werewolf's stomach just hours previous. And he had told the witches that they could kill it. His head fell into his hands, guilt prodding at his dead and mangled heart. Niklaus tried to pretend that he didn't feel anything, didn't care for anyone, but the truth was he did. He was a vampire after all - and they felt everything ten fold. But how could he care for anyone when he always lost them? They always left him or were taken from him. Not my child, he thought, not my baby.
"Elijah?" His sister's voice was a welcome reprieve from his troubled thoughts. "Elijah!?"
The hybrid stood and walked into the foyer. "Sister," he smirked. "You've decided to join us."
Her eyes darkened at the sight of Klaus and she dropped her duffel bag onto the floor. "Where is my good brother?" she sounded exasperated.
"Right here," Elijah floated down the steps, a gentle smile on his face. He embraced his sister, who glared at her evil half brother over his shoulder.
"You called and I came," she sighed. "I was just heading to Chicago when I got your call. It sounded urgent. What's wrong?"
"I think you've done enough travelling for the past few months, don't you think Rebekah?" Klaus piped in. "Time for you to come home."
"I wasn't talking to you," Rebekah shot back, before her eyes landed once more on the composed man in front of her.
"We have some news that I thought I should share with you in person," Elijah explained.
"You called me all the way to New Orleans to tell me something?!" The blonde's voice rose in annoyance.
"Hayley, will you come down here for a moment please," Elijah called, his eyes not leaving his sister's for a single moment. A beautiful brunette girl appeared from a room and walked slowly down the steps, looking unsure. Rebekah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who the hell is she?
Elijah had secured Hayley's release from the witches, despite the fact that she and Sophie were still linked. He had agreed to their terms - they would take down Marcel and his empire on the witch's conditions. For now.
He had even managed to wrestle Klaus into agreeing somehow - he was going to apologise to Marcel for threatening to bite his right hand man, Thierry. Although he hadn't gone through with the act, Marcel had been quite annoyed at the threat. He supposed he had a right to be, but Klaus was sure that Marcel would welcome him with open arms after a heartfelt apology. Well, he was mostly sure.
"Hayley is a werewolf," Elijah was explaining. "And she is carrying Niklaus's child."
Rebekah's eyes widened. "What? No it's not possible!"
"That is what I thought. He's a vampire, he can't reproduce. Except he is not only a vampire, he is also a werewolf. The first hybrid. Sister, it is true. Somehow, it is true. That baby is his," he pointed to Hayley's stomach.
Rebekah looked to Niklaus but he refused to meet her eyes.
"This, Rebekah, Niklaus, this will be our salvation," Elijah declared and suddenly the nagging guilt that Klaus had previously felt intensified. He had planned to dagger his brother, to put him in a box and give him to Marcel as a peace offering. But seeing his older brother, standing and smiling with his sister - and the mother of his child standing mere feet away. Was it really possible that they could be a true, happy family again? Klaus wasn't sure and for the first time in forever, he decided not to risk it.
He would place the dagger, that currently rested in his jacket pocket, back in its hiding place and leave it there until he truly needed it.
A/N: Hey guys! I thought I would post this chapter a bit early - although it is quite short. The end part there was a bit of an explanation of what was going on with the Mikaelson family. I hope everyone understood it. I guess I maybe made Klaus a little nicer in this fic which may seem a little OOC to you guys, but I promise he won't be nice for long! It's more to just accommodate the changes I've made and because it makes sense for this story.
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The only major changes to the plot so far have been Rebekah's early return, which caused Klaus to not dagger Elijah. Also Klaus did not end up biting Thierry, only threatened to.
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Until next time, Auf Wiedersehen meine Freunde xx
