Chapter 9) Two Families
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or TO
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SORRY GUYS.
I thought most of the chapter was ready to post a few days ago when I said Thur. or Fri. but I didn't realize how long the final parts of it were gonna take to write. I hope the second part of this chapter doesn't come across as rushed but I promised it would be epic.
The DISCOVERY happens here and I'll be sure to update as soon as possible. BTW, yeah sorry about the translation on one of last chapters sentences, I'm not experienced with every language and culture mentioned in this story but that would be AWESOME. I do as much research as I can.
Anyway, hope you likey. It's really long but from this point on, I'm gonna try to shorten them, that way updates can be more frequent.
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD (if I did I wouldn't have killed Kol or Katherine) or TO (if I did I'd have more of the family mentioned and appear on it lol)
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"да спасибо, мы будем видеть вас снова здесь" (yes, thank you. We'll see you here)
(Italic~ speaking in Russian)
I ended my call with Sergei to finish my cup of brandy while I sat with the others around the common room. Gustav was tuning the organ with a relaxing melody while we lounged here on the private estate on the outskirts of Kiev.
"Sergei informs me the girl made a safe trip back to Spain. Mina, you shall accompany her to Morocco at the end of the week" With a nod, she skimmed over the data file we had on her.
"I'm thirsty for something thicker, anyone care to join me for a hunt?" Donald suggested.
"Edgar?Artur? Soraya?" he requested of us.
Soraya was filing more through library abound to the walls before receiving an incoming call through the vintage house phone.
Chuckling, Artur and I stood at the idea "Splendid idea"
"What?" we turned at hearing Soraya snarl at the phone line, eyes ever growing with tension.
Tapping into our heightened senses, we narrowed our hearing to the voice on the other line.
"How did this come about?" she inquired, pacing even though the cord threatened to stretch the phone off the table.
"They followed one of you back from Paris. They left roughly and entire pub of our vampires torn to pieces" Our curiosity peaked at this sudden news, involving our clan "You must take precautions and I dare say inform his grace about this predicament"
Hanging up the line, Soraya's eyes rapidly scanned the floor before looking back up to us while we awaited further explanation.
"Edgar…" an unnerving realization overcame me "that encounter was enough to send them on a hunt. The Originals are tracking you"
A heavy tension filled the air and I could feel a knot forming in the back of my throat.
The room remained in absolute silence for a very long while with everyone exchanging scattered looks at this new development.
"We must leave"
"We must inform the Pureblood family"
"The princes will be very displeased"
"We must call Stasya" Mina was the last to speak. We turned to her suggestion.
"Her and Lady Megara's bloodline links most of us here in Kiev, we must inform one of them of this new development" she turned to me "Edgar you must inform them of everything"
After several days I had ceased to worry over my encounter. I made my hurry escape and the girl was out of harm's way; I had grown to think my intervening was simply dismissed after a while. I knew my assault was a giant risk but my duty left me with no other options.
I finally began to nod, pulling out my phone.
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Megara POV
"The jet awaits us" I zipped Stasya's bags for her while she finished her hair in the restroom mirror.
"I had input on this season's collections; you'll positively love it" she pinned her hair into an elegant bun, looking herself over from head to toe.
"I'm sure it will be divine. We may be unnamed blue bloods to the general human public; however, when spotted, they've still titled us as fashion icons for a reason in all the tabloids" We both smirked proudly.
"And it'll continue through the centuries" She chuckled, closing out of the bathroom "Speaking of which, how are things at home? Is Natalia any more bearable than she was centuries ago?"
I laughed at her sarcasm. Truthfully, Stasya's rivalry with my sister was nothing like the one between Natalia and I. Being almost the same age, I knew her from the very beginning; I know Stasya better than anyone and one thing that's certain is she adores admiration and attention. She always saw Natalia as threatening competition, especially when launched into society. The same phase came against myself and Tatianna as well, but it has remained embedded in her ego ever since Natalia won the affections of Kristof. Yes, she has obviously moved on, however the sense of losing never quite left her.
The luggage was boarded onto the bellman cart when Stasya received an in-coming call ring.
While she attended her call, I made sure our belongings were put away before giving myself a look over in the mirror, utilizing my makeup bag for touch ups. Thank goodness for reflection rings; a woman cannot function properly without keeping up with these things, vampire or not.
"You did what!?" I immediately looked to Stasya when she snarled with a look of shock. Dropping her phone onto the table, we exchanged looks as she motioned me over.
"It is Edgar Slvara, he and those who monitor the Ukrainian province for us.
Setting the phone on speaker
I nodded. He is an aristocrat I had turned, linking his bloodline to me
"What is it?" I inquired from our end.
"Lady Megara, I regret to inform you that during my assignment in France…" he breathed, as if trying to word this next part delicately "I, unavoidable, faced an encounter with two vampires… one of them being an Original…"
My eyes widened in shock "Excuse me!?" I shrieked, staring intently back at the phone.
"I was forced to step in, but I fled immediately; however, we received word from one of our outskirt non-slavic vampires that 2 of their family are in search of me, in search of answers…." he stuttered out. I could not believe what I was hearing, father wouldn't be happy about this.
"…and it seems, they are coming very close due to tales secluded witch covens are recounting to them… tales of your legend"
"How is this possible!?" Stasya exasperated.
Indeed, I cannot believe how they have come this far in such a short amount of time. They're family is one of the encounters we had hoped to avoid at all costs. Our private witch coven was supposed to keep everything linked to our existence cloaked…
This idea made me halt my pacing; realization crossing over me, Stasya shot me a questioning look.
"Natalia… the cloak is weakened when our witches channel large powers, such as to restore a soul… traces of our all our beings must have been left out to sense"
Stasya waved her arms out, spinning round in frustration.
I hissed "Edgar, how could you have let this happen? Our influence expands, at most, to the lines of the former Russian Empire. What assignment had you as far west as France?!
"It was at your father's request, lady Megara" he quickly defended. I cocked my brow at this assertion. What was father planning with all this?
"What did my father assign you, I am your sire, you shall tell me this instant" I demanded.
(The sire bond isn't present between the Purebloods and every aristocrat/normal slavic vamp in their bloodline, but they still hold respect towards them and the family)
"… he assigned us to watch over the young princess Dimitra" he sighed in confession.
My jaw slackened at sharply turning back to see the phone.
"Y-your father knows where your last sister is?" Stasya mused. I remained a little a loss of words…
"Indeed, we were asked to watch over her until the time was right. That was why I was forced to face off against the Original. The female member and her companion had intents to drain the girl" I nodded, in full understanding now. "It was very brief, we assumed my appearance was dismissed"
"Yes, I see, it is understandable, you committed no wrong, Edgar" Unfortunately, it still came with its immediate consequences…
"Argh, father should still have informed us all about this" I whined.
"Indeed, we are only one piece away from being whole yet now we must decipher a plan to throw the Originals off our trail" Stasya incurred, to which I nodded. We need some immediate action until I can get father to explain all this.
"Edgar, I need you and the others to get on a flight arriving into Smolensk by tomorrow. We will meet you and go on from there. Do you understand?" I instructed.
"Y-yes, we will be in"
With the ending of our call I ran my hand back through my hair, still disbelieving at everything that's just happened. We need to bring this forward to our fathers as well…
"Well this is certainly quite the delay in our original plans this week" Stasya taunted half-heartedly, to which I affirmed.
"Our fathers are present at a banquet this evening, we should simply meet Edgar and the others, and fly back in to Moscow tomorrow." I deducted, especially since they need to be away from Kiev as soon as possible.
I also have no doubt they have a powerful witch on their side that has been doing the searching, almost into Russia. Yet at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if Natalia's presence with us would have any effect on their views on us. She did claim to know them at one point yet I have no clue as to how far that relationship extended; however, it is better safe than sorry.
It doesn't pose that much of a threat though; we are unable to be killed but we wanted to avoid any possible feuds at all costs.
There are ups and downs to all this.
It was the plan to live cloaked until every single member of the family was found. Once each was indestructible, there was no longer a point to hiding our selves because nothing could truly threaten our existence any longer…
What's going to happen now…?
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KPOV
"The name sounds Russian" Marcel noted, leaning along the two back legs of his chair.
"The version we heard tells the story of a warlock prince from long ago. That he rejected the laws of life and mortality, abusing his power to bring the existence of a beast in human form to our world" The dark and grey haired elder carried on with the tale as one of the others prepared a pot of herbal tea.
"It was initially told orally, but I'm sure it was recorded in old scripts. I'm positive theirs the story cataloged here somewhere" the third witch was brushing though shelves of grimoire and witch archives.
"I heard the prince's land was under attack. With his family victimized, he hoped to protect them yet ended with turning them into demonic spirits" The two poured themselves their cup, sitting back down before us at the table.
"No, he was ambitious, he did it all for selfish power" the third witch read from a few bundles of old parchment.
Shifting in my chair, calculating everything they know, it seems we may have hit another dead end. I guess it was a long shot, yet it's quite curious how this tale speaks of an unidentified supernatural creature, holding some qualities similar to that of a vampire, not to mention possibly the ability Marcel had encountered in his assaulter.
Turning back to them "Has there ever been any records of possible encounters with these beings?"
"About as many as fairies, the Yeti and Baba Yaga" Marcel burst out laughing at the witch's sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smirk, such silly little stories. I am a believer, however that's crossing into childish fiction.
"However…" we all turned towards the witch that had been digging through the books "You were right about the name Aleksandrovich; it just so happens the writing of this tale is written in Russian" she held the few tattered and tainted sheets up to us.
"There are covens through the Russian regions that hold onto far-fetched conspiracies. Perhaps they might have some relation to this story?" she proposed
"Woah, woah we are not gonna be chasing down witches through Siberia so they can tell us more about a fairytale, Kol. That's striving way off course " he automatically declared, in case any funny ideas were coming to mind.
I scrunched my brow with a scoff "Of course not, however it seems the we're once again back to square one"
I stood to my feet from the old chair I was leaning back on to take a hold of the elder witch's hand, shaking it.
"Well thank you very much for having us, darlings; see, it is possible for us to interact peacefully" I proclaimed as kind and properly as I could. I do know when its best suited to be a gentleman.
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"So what did my brother tell you?" we leaned back against the bar while two glasses of scotch on the rocks were poured before us "Leave it" I compelled the bartender to allow us the entire bottle.
"He wants us to keep up this search. Like us, he thought the coincidence on the stories was pretty ironic but that's just gonna dive into a whole other goose chase. Our priority is still just finding this one guy" he explained while taking a shot of his glass, shaking his head, obviously tired and confused by this whole ordeal.
I rolled my eyes, smirking "Well this would be so much easier if the little witch could perform that locator spell. It brought us this far didn't it" I drowned my glass.
"She's tried these past few days, but each time the sand moves in, it spreads across Eastern Europe. We're not sure why the spell keeps acting up, it's not like this guy can be everywhere at once." He defended.
I couldn't help but stop my glass mid gulp, creasing my gaze back to Marcel. He claimed the sand spread to the east…. "It spread through eastern Europe…. Did it spread through onto Russia?"
Marcel returned a speculating look "Uh…yeah, I think so"
A daunting look seemed to overtake his expression.
Slowly placing my glass back down on the bar, watching the ice swirl; could it be this being is connected to that story? Could they truly be one and the same?
But what purpose did it have for appearing in Paris?
Did this thing truly have any relation to Marcel and Rebekah's presence in France?
"Kol?" I was snapped out of my trance when Marcel's phone went off the next second.
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Davina POV
Argh, this is so weird.
I dusted off the grains of dark sand from the map I had spread on the table.
Why does the sand keep diffusing? As soon as it spreads further west its kind of like my tracing comes to a blockade. The sand tries to push further but slows down, so when I channel more power it slowly pushes against the force but diffuses.
Is something trying to keep this hidden? Or are there more of it?
Any of these things could be a possibility…
Leaning forward, I looked over the extended map I was using. It was bigger than the first one I had used. It showed there entire north side of the eastern hemisphere. I noticed some of the small grains remained, refusing to fall off the map. That's so strange…
With a sigh, I recollected the dust and narrowed it down to a map of the Ukraine. Marcel was in Kiev today and I'm wondering if I can pick up anything close to him…
Focusing my energy on the burnt coat and tracking similar essences, I tried to connect it with Marcel's life force, see if maybe they were on the right track.
Centering myself and reciting my chant, I could feel the guidance pulling on the sand once again. I began it from the Poland border and it slowly moved past the cities. Continuing the spell, all of a sudden I felt that similar push against the sand. No, no not again…
Pressing harder and linking the energy there with that expressed on the coat I struggled to hold the sand together so I could find that one particular figure…
I could feel Marcel's essence up ahead in Kiev, the traces guiding the sand were struggling to close in near the area but so far I'm still holding it together.
Come on, come on, focus, focus, focus…
I closed my eyes and felt the sand very slowly, millimeters harshly pressing through…
This could be it… Marcel and Kol must be close!
I tried to picture the area and came up with visions entering me in the city of Kiev…
I can see it, its day time… Looking on ahead I can see Marcel and Kol at a bar…
Centering myself back on the tracking of the sand, I could feel it quivering…
They ARE near it!
Pushing through harder I suddenly came to the busy streets through the center of the city. I'm here! But where…
Frantically looking around my vision I could feel a particular pull on one lone figure…
Yes, yes I've found an exact match!
Finally releasing, I wheezed and felt my muscles retracting at the brutal force I was pushing through but I did it!
Reaching for my phone with limping arms, I automatically dialed Marcel's number.
As soon as I heard an answer on the other line; "Hey D…"
I didn't let him finish "I've tracked them! You're close!"
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"Artur and I are on our way with Elina and Andrei, we've just about arrived at the airport" The others confirmed to compel our first class seating arrangements.
We ran through to meet two more of our companions in order to leave the city together, while making stops to ensure no records tracing back to any of us were left behind. There were a total of 12 aristocrats residing in the city of Kiev, any of our kind that was below that status here would remain safely out of suspicion so long as no attention was drawn to themselves. Currently outside of Andrei's very own rooftop lounge bar, we awaited him to close the facility down, bringing along more of our records across the Ukraine.
Artur leaned against the doorway while I stepped about as we waited.
The streets were fairly busy right now as people went about their business. From here the flight wouldn't be too long in arriving at Smolensk. I am still very unsure over how lord Vladimir and the others will take this...
Elina scurried outside to meet us "He is informing our lower companions on how to go about operation should anything lead here. It should only be another minute, you can go ahead of us if you'd like" I shook my head in response, pacing around to look once again on our surroundings…
"No, its fine, we'll wait for…" at that moment, my breathing hitched while a sinking feeling overtook my stomach, anxiety spreading all about me as I stared ahead into the crowds of people walking in both directions along the sidewalk we were on.
Up the street, several meters ahead of us, with my heightened vision I could clearly see the still form of a figure watching us. As many walked about, unknowing to the brewing danger standing near them, he stared back, smirking at wickedly at this reencounter. I was at a loss of action…
It was the same vampire in company of the female Original. Swallowing back my worry, he appeared alone. It helped my reassurance for I knew I could easily take him out.
"Elina…" they both looked towards me "go inside and inform Andrei to remain there until we advise. The threshold will keep the uninvited out" she knew not to question my instruction, doing as I said, Artur looked on to see the focus of my attention. Facing their way, as the bystanders continued to walk by the vampire managed to disappear while some crossed in front of him…
"One is here...?" Artur looked about in a frenzy.
"Yes, but he is not an Original. We shall rip they're heart out in a secluded area and make a brake for the airport" I instructed as we both dashed towards the back alleys. Tapping into our heightened senses, we picked up he was circling the area.
Parting ways, we aimed to cage him in before any mortal bystanders or the Original caught wind of the conduct.
I could hear the swoosh of vampire speed holding closer as I trailed the pest. This time I would indeed finish the job before leaving…
Coming to a speedy halt, I stood in a secluded stone alleyway, where up on the opposite end stood the dark skinned, tall figure of the vampire I sought to silence once and for all. He is the one who knows my primary human like appearance; I would tear they're heart out and we'd dispose of the desiccating body, leaving any possible Original that is accompanying them to be thrown off our trail.
Zooming forward he dodged me, yet at sensing they had crossed over to face my back I instantly turned to set them entirely ablaze before silencing them.
The flames channeling through my body prepared to exert out onto my target; his eyes had somewhat widened at seeing my quick full intention, but before any of my pyro kinesis could be released, I felt another force have my arm pushed off and twisted painfully while my throat was tightly clutch, slamming me against the stone walls that enclosed us….
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Marcel was just now coming around. Clutching his abdomen and arms, he frantically looked about the once classy lounge that presently lay blackened and demolished. Wounds now fully healed, he recalled that faceoff that nearly got his insides torn out.
Unfortunately, I couldn't say I was in any better shape than he was. We both were covered in the blood of our opponents as well as our own, our clothes ashed and ruined from the various burns, but in the end I managed to be the last one standing.
At least I finally saw some action worth all this hassle here…
Everything Marcel and Rebekah had spoken of had proven true, I know not if these are the people the witches told us of but I was certainly set for an explanation. After we managed to bring down the original attacker they had encountered in Paris, it wasn't long before his friend came to his aid.
Basing it on strength, the first one was likely only a few centuries younger than I, however I could tell the 2nd was much younger. As soon as the fires formulated about us, I went straight for snapping their neck to silence they're threat. I didn't plan on killing him just yet…
After seeing his friend beaten, he knew he was no match but we had caged him. Taking to the air he had entered the bar from the rooftop entrance.
We would have been left to wait outside had I not anticipated this escape.
Before Marcel had appeared to them, I had picked up the sound of trash being thrown out behind the building. It was the human resident of this lounge, therefore I compelled him to invite us in.
From then on, it was an indescribable brawl from both ends.
I still held frustrations at the overpowering I nearly fell into…
However, I smirked for now these disappointments, I was about to relieve myself of…
Piled onto the busted grand piano lay our first victim of the day with his arms nailed down, bleeding out as to weaken him and keep from setting this place on fire.
The others lay beaten down across the room; 2 dead, 4 unconscious but we still had time before they would be waking up. In the mean-time…
I snapped off the leg of nearby table, spinning it in my hands I approached our vampire torch groaning for his pierced arms.
"At last you rejoin us…" he struggled to look up as I hunched next to him.
Using the stake to turn his face in my direction, he knew looking back at me that I would drawl things out painfully. His uneasy expression only made me grin wider "Tell me who you are?" I dilated my eyes to compel him to answer me.
"E-edgar Slvara" he grunted, sneering at having to answer against his will.
"He speaks English?" Marcel staggered our way, discarding what scraps remained of what was once his shirt. Marcel however hadn't been burnt, he was electrocuted.
During the sprawl, a frenzy of electrical wiring burst throughout the lounge. I assumed it was due to the building disturbances but having shockwaves of lightning fry you can certainly send you into a stroke. Even trying to help him up sent me hurtling back through the contact…
Therefore, I'm planning on squeezing every last bit of information out of this guy, just like his blood.
"If he didn't the compulsion would have been ineffective" Of course language barriers aren't usually a problem. In my travels around Europe with my siblings, I would often stray to eastern regions of where we resided, often leading me to pick up different languages than they. Overall the four of us knew English, in all forms, Old Norse, Aramaic, French, and Italian fluently. We showed decent proficiency in German, Old Germanic, Old Turkish, Norwegian and Chinese. I just so happen to have an ok amount of Ukrainian I could have spoken as well.
"What are you?" Before I could finish talking, he squinted his eyes shut away from me.
His pathetic attempt to prevent my compulsion was so amusing.
"Compulsion isn't necessary Kol, we can drag this out very painfully til he sings" Marcel snarled, bringing out the bags of vervain he had stored when excessive force was necessary.
"I could also simply tear his eyelids off…" I playfully suggested "Which do you prefer mate?"
He hissed at my brutish threats.
Glove in hand, Marcel then brought out the Vervain and speared it roughly on his eyes, however the sight before us gave shocking results.
"What the…" Marcel stopped applying the Vervain; opening one eye he couldn't hold back a mocking sneer at our torture attempt.
His skin hadn't burnt, hadn't peeled, hadn't blistered or reddened nothing. What is this? Even if a vampire ingests Vervain regularly to build a resistence to its effects, any amount will still take its harming toll when applied.
I chipped a small piece of lumber from the stake I held and jammed into right into the side of his neck, to which he screeched out in immense pain while I held it in place. His eyes had flung open and before they could tighten close at the sharp pain, I held the top of his brow to keep his eyes open.
"Are you a Vampire?" I compelled him once again. How could he be if vervain didn't affect him? However, the qualities I saw earlier with the fangs, heightened senses and reactions to blood left it as the only result.
Yes they did physically look different, however the overall appearance screamed 'vampire'
"Yes" he forcibly replied.
I retracted the miniature stake from his neck to which is squabbled and thrashed about in stinging pain.
Marcel went around the piano to push down his shoulders and stop his head from turning, holding his skull forwards so he was unable to look away from my compulsion.
Coughing blood that had seeped into his throat, he finally looked back to me
"Then why doesn't the vervain affect you?" I demanded.
His raspy voice reluctantly answered "Because I am not a vampire through your family's lineage"
Both our eyes widened, my mouth slightly opened as I processed what he had just told us. How is that even possible?
If anything I had suspected that had been spelled by witches to mutate them , yet...
"That makes no sense. Then you aren't really a vampire after all!" Marcel declared, standing about.
"We created the vampire species, if you are not from one of our bloodlines then you're not a vampire. What the bloody hell are you?" I growled how vampirism work's, his answers were just bringing about more confusion.
"..g-go to hell" he sneered hoarsely.
I really don't like my patience being pulled on, the slightest sense of annoyance really throws me over the edge.
Gripping the stake tighter, I launched it up to hurtle it down into the side of the lower abdomen of, supposedly, Edgar.
He howled in agony, thrashing out even though it would tear at his impaled arms.
Slamming his head back down, I forced him to look me in the eyes again, compelling him to hold in his screams.
I chuckled at the sight of seeing him wheeze, grunt and hold back to tears of pain he was forced to bottle up.
Marcel fashioned a new stake out of the nearby furniture; handing it to me, I held it over his chest cavity. Marcel turned him to look me in the eye…
"Then how are you a vampire? What has made you so different from us?" I inquired.
Glaring back at me with so much intensity, he was still forced to reply "…I-I am of a Slavic Pureblood vampire bloodline. They are a species of vampire's created first hand through magic as yours was…"
Well they obviously know all about us…
Marcel and I exchanged calculating glances at what he had just confessed.
The term slavic obviously refers to the ethnicity or language group of people in this region but "…Pureblood Vampire?"
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MPOV
I received an incoming call over as I sat with Stasya having lunch. I anticipate it must be Edgar or one of the others over their flight.
I answered "This is Megara"
"Lady Megara, this is Elina Abdulov, something serious has happened before we were able to leave Kiev" I dropped my fork, having it clatter off the plates onto the floor, sitting up straight Stasya was fully listening as well.
"What is it Elina?" Don't tell me…
Her voice frantic "The Original has found us; many of us had just arrived at the airport but Edgar and Artur had stopped to ensure Andrei and myself left all together. That is when they were attacked outside of Andrei's private lounge. We were forced to fight but when I saw the original had taken down Edgar and Andrei I knew it was best I flee to inform you" she explained.
It seems our fears came to be realized.
"I have no doubt they are being held hostage to be drained of answers" Stasya affirmed, running her hand along her forehead.
I was still holding the phone to my ear, hearing her voice panting "I am with the others right, they had suggested having all of us fight back. We have 8 aristocrats here.."
"No, no" I quickly replied "We know not how strength measures up and retaliating could cause more unwanted trouble"
"We need to inform our fathers now" Stasya pulled out her phone to make to call.
I nodded at our best option; it was the only thing left to do on how to approach this situation.
"Elina, all of you simply remain together without action. Wait until I call you back with instructions"
"Alright" she agreed to have the others wait while we consulted my father on how to approach this situation.
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"Vladimir" my brother had joined me out on the balcony that connected to my private quarters.
"What ails you Feodor" his expression was very somber and intense.
I faced him directly for I knew the expressions my brothers took on when serious matters were at hand. Something has happened..
"It is the girls…" he turned his phone to show me the images of Megara and Stasya on the line with us
"Father…" Megara appeared concerned.
"What has happened my dear?" I ordered. In the little time since I had last seen her, they must have come across serious matters before flying to Italy.
"Father why did you not tell us you found Dimitra?" she questioned back for an explanation.
I furrowed my brow at her discovery.
It had been roughly two year's, we still had time to wait. She wouldn't look so unsettled for just this, something more must have occurred.
"It is still a fairly recent event. What has brought this up?" I demanded.
"You were having her watched over am I correct? By the aristocrat group settled in the Ukraine…"
I confirmed, it is vital she remain out of harm's way til the proper time comes that I send for her. They are referring to her protectors therefore "What about them?"
"On a visit to Paris, one faced an encounter with an Original in order to protect her from being drained. Since then, they tracked down Edgar Slvara to the Ukraine and now hold 3 aristocrats for answers" she explained it all.
I looked back to face my brother. We both knew this would change the entire scheme of things. "Our hiding will soon come to a close brother…" he mused.
"Father…" I still couldn't answer my eldest daughter.
I stepped about to lean against the balcony "Indeed it will brother…"
"…it was only a matter of time before we met them" true, very true, I knew the day would come.
We didn't plan on living in the undergrounds of the supernatural world for long. Neither originals, nor werewolves knew of us, with very few witches. ..
"…Father, Vladimir, the aristocrats claim it is only one Original that is here. The second companion is simply a member of their bloodline. They suggested with them, its possible to bring them down. Or if Megara and I are to arrive in Kiev, I'm positive our caliber of strength could together bring him down…"
"No, there will be no assaulting confrontations" I asserted.
"Daughter, that will be declaring war and it won't be long before the other Originals retaliate. We don't want feuds with them, especially the Hybrid. Besides, we have the greatest strength of our kind in power, yes, but we are still centuries younger than they. We don't know how strengths compare…" Feodor reasoned…
Indeed…
This must be handled delicately…
Diplomatically…
That next moment I heard laughing off in the distance. Looking over the stone railing, I saw my daughters Liliana and Natalia walking off in the distance. They would be spending more time together today…
As I looked on at the form of Natalia, I recalled how she claimed to have met them.
I know not how their relation went about, however it did sound at peace.
This set a new found plan of action within me…
"However…" I turned back towards the call my brother held from his phone "girls I do want you to meet them"
They appeared skeptical to our new solution, as did my brother.
I looked to both of them "We will face this head on. It is time things come to the light, therefore I want you to peacefully introduce yourselves, our kind, and we graciously invite them to explore our world; to come to Moscow and learn of us"
The three looked back at me with so much awe "We don't want our kind, our people hunted. We want them as our allies, therefore the day has arrived that we come clean. The members of our family are all accounted for, therefore I proclaim we face them with the truth to display trust…"
"Are you certain father..?" I nodded.
"It is a first-hand invitation from me…"
Turning back to look off at my city, I recalled a motto I always lived by…
Keep your friends close, and your enemy's closer…
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"…it sounds like another group of Originals running around in secret" Marcel suggested.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes; I dripped a few drops of my blood from my pricked finger into his mouth to keep him from falling unconscious at the blood loss.
Hearing groans, it seems his friend, Ben Franklin, over there is coming around "Nail him down before he is fully awake" I joked to Marcel.
Turning back to our first hostage, we still had a long way to go "Alright mate, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." He was still trying to turn away from me…
I jammed the second steak into his leg, nailing it down, he hissed and wailed out in pain, only serving to entertain me further…
"In Paris, you attacked Marcel and my sister, do recall?" I taunted "What does your kind have against them or my family in general?"
"Nothing! It was never about him, the female Original, or any of you" he defended roughly. I cocked my head to the side at his own confession without having to be compelled.
"Is that so…" I turned his eyes towards me.
I could hear his friend scream out in pain as Marcel bled him out by the stakes in his arms.
"Then what was your reasoning?" I compelled to make sure his first assertion was true.
"I-I was p-protecting the girl" he stuttered out by force.
As soon as that sentence came out, Marcel cackled a laugh from where he stood having finished putting the other one down.
"All that for one pretty little walking meal?" he strut back over to us.
The idea really was laughable, a chuckle escaped me as I smirked down at the fool "Exposed yourself for an insignificant human?"
"I'll admit she looked really tasty but hey we saw her first, man" Marcel joked, sitting on the opposite side of him.
"Or don't tell me your one of those preposterous Mary-sue vampires that appear in poorly written books and movies?" those things were so ridiculous
(My screen name was created years ago so nobody make a comment on that lol)
"Don't tell them anything, Edgar. Resist!" his friend called out to him.
I nodded towards Marcel "If you'll do the honors.."
He smirked, fashioning himself a stake…
The same treatment was placed upon him, making him cry out in agony so he'd keep his comments to himself.
"I don't know how many of you there are" I looked back down to Edgar "but I'm assuming its many. I can simply dispose of you and move on to interrogate another…" I teased, fear threatening to appear in his eyes.
"You exposed your entire kind for a human girl…" I mused "for what purpose?"
He winced and panted through his weakened form. All of a sudden he lashed one of his arms out through the stake holding it to face me.
I was mildly caught off guard by the act and pulled back as my sight quickly observed the glow rising to his palm.
Dodging the waves of bright heat that spiraled to burn the ceiling, I countered fast by taking hold of his arm and twisting it around out of proportion. The audacity…
The flames stopped, causing rumble and saw dust to fall all around us from the momentary ablazing ceiling. He was lucky to still have his arm barely attached.
He must have collected all the strength he still had left in his current state "Bad move, mate" I held to dagger up to launch it straight into his heart.
"STOP!" we heard a feminine cry "please…"
Looking up at the door, the woman that had been here earlier had returned.
I smirked; quite foolish I'd say…
"Well, well…" dropping the stake, I zoomed to where she stood, grabbing hold of her neck to lift her off her feet "You fled before we could get properly acquainted, darling" I could tell she was weaker than Edgar or his friend over there.
She had escaped while I killed the two others.
Waving her legs about, struggling to breath against my hold, she coughed "lisn, I-I'm her to esplain erything"
"Is that so?" Oh so now they're willing to cooperate now if I spare the other two…
"Put her down…" a new voice came from the doorway.
Behind her appeared a new group of people, I'm assuming it's more of them. This could get very troublesome again…
Marcel came to my side, ready for another face off. I turned the girl around ready to kill her at any moment.
The one who had spoken put his arms up "Please listen, we have been instructed to confront you peacefully and inform you that we are bringing the answers you seek here…"
"Is that so…" his friends had seemed very reluctant to enlighten us.
"Why the change of heart?" Marcel inquired, skeptically.
We were both still very distrusting. If we do get into another battle, I may come close to being overpowered again due to their numbers, but I know I can surpass it. If they do somehow manage to subdue me, it would only be temporary.
After all I cannot be killed. They'd be digging their own graves, so I was still unfazed by these newfound faces.
"What do you mean you were instructed?" I rose my brow…
So this little number went and squealed. She yelped as I crushed her neck further.
He quickly responded at this "Our uppers, they know you are here and are wishing to properly meet you and explain everything"
"You mean these Purebloods?" Marcel inquired, to which he slowly nodded.
I cocked my head, somewhat intrigued by this. After all it's not like every vampire descended of my family has us on speed dial. Just what was in the works here?
"Two of them are on their way here right now. All that is necessary is that we wait without any violence" another of them claimed.
Looking each other them over, this certainly was an interesting development of things.
I finally decided to release the girl and she cautiously backed away to her side.
"Alright, I'm game…" I turned to Marcel "I suppose we can wait; sounds quite intriguing"
I turned back to face the room, for now I'd leave the others alone. I motioned them to sit with us…
"If that is true, in the mean time you may answer more of our questions" I proclaimed with my signature grin.
But we'll play things my way…
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The others had been calling in to check on us, but we simply replied through text we'd update them as soon as we cleared everything up. To this Nik was very displeased, considering he hates being out to the loop. Ah, he'll get over it..
"Aleksandrovich, the stories were true after all" Marcel concluded after they explained they're existence.
"Fascinating, so tell us more of this Pureblood family. How does their connection to you lot work" I propped my legs onto the table between us that wasn't left broken; crossing my arms behind my head.
"It would really be best they tell you themselves; our knowledge isn't very filled with detail, simply that the three warlock brothers who ruled provinces of Northwestern Russian during the 14th century converted they're family to beings that came to be called strigoi or in other terms, Slavic vampire's." The once tortured Artur came to explain. He had cleaned and healed himself up by now, though that is always adjustable…
"So you don't know how, or why, what about how you possess elemental abilities?" I inquired. They each exchanged glances with one another, unsure of how to answer.
Pshh, how pitiful "And here I thought you were close to them, seeing as how you claim they will be arriving soon" I taunted, taking a sip of my glass.
"Those are private matters of their own; but we live alongside them as an entire clan, each side holding a mutual respect for one another. Our kind is a very close knit" another defended.
Well they have remained hidden this entire time, which is another matter still yet to be answered.
I'm getting bored with waiting here, its been a while now and we all know how I can get when I'm bored…
Marcel scoffed loudly "Well are you sure about that? I mean two of your guys that we took down earlier weren't even smart enough to use their powers" he pointed to two of the desiccated corpses we had killed early on.
"Show some respect" one of the women asserted "besides, they didn't have any powers"
I stood up immediately "Now you're completely contradicting yourself"
Looking to each of them present, I came up to the lad closest to me.
"I've noticed diversity" Some with electro kinesis, others with pyro kinesis. Do they each have both? I stepped around him "So what's your power?"
He remained quiet at first as his gaze dropped down to his feet "I don't have one"
I chuckled at his response.
"I thought you guys were coming clean. Why you trying to hide it now?" Marcel alleged.
"I'm not hiding anything, nor I or those two others have elemental ability-.." before he could finish I snapped his neck, leaving the others eyes widened.
"I don't appreciate being lied to…" I sang, bringing myself back to face them head on.
So that might have been rash, but I was getting tired of sitting around waiting…
I could feel a few glares being sent my way, but that only serves to fuel my amusement.
"We agreed to wait peacefully" Edgar hissed, stepping forward.
Was I going to have to finish the job on him this time?
I ignored the comment "So why do you call them the Purebloods? It sounds pretty counter-intuitive considering vampire's cannot procreate" I noted.
"They call us the Purebloods…" a feminine accented voice sounded from the doorway "precisely because of our powers"
Everyone's attention drawn to the two new figures stepping into the room; surprisingly, we hadn't heard them arrive at all.
Arching my brow, I turned to fully face to young women, quite lovely I might add, approach.
"Well hello darlings, are you the two the esteemed guests we're been waiting on?" I grinned, eying them down.
They actually appeared flattered. The blonde one crossed her arms over her chest "Indeed, I am Megara and this is my cousin Stasya" she introduced the companion with light brown hair "and we are two of the Purebloods you just learned about"
"You must be the Original brother they call Kol" the second one proclaimed.
Well, well, it seems they did well to learn about us, while they chose to remain in the shadows.
The blonde, then the brunette, I took each of their hands to gallantly present myself "Indeed" I gave my charming smile, placing a kiss over their wrists.
"And this is my good friend Marcel" he stepped up beside me, greeting them as well.
"Pleasure"
"Indeed"
"So…" I circled them, grinning from ear to ear "after waiting so patiently, I believe we were owed a proper explanation. Your friends were quite reluctant to answer our questions; you know of us, we know nothing of you and Marcel here hasn't received a proper apology for his assault. Therefore…"
From behind, I stepped close between each of them while they still faced forward, placing my hands onto each of their shoulders "…care to explain yourselves, my lovelies. Before my friend and I resort to our initial plan of action" I whispered, teasing.
"Look…" the first one spun around to face me "we have come here to privilege you with all the explanations you seek, so long as the violence here ends, we are willing to come clean over all of it"
Looking her over, her expression seemed to appear honest.
"Go on…" I urged.
They paced about; we took note of the others giving them smiles and slight bows upon nearing them.
Interesting sense of loyalty…
"We are known as the Purebloods because we are the first of our species; we created our own bloodlines of vampires. It started with our father's; Grand Prince of Moscow Vladimir Aleksandrovich and his brother wished to become immortal to preserve our kingdom when the era of revolts broke out, threatening our family."
…for means of survival?
…or for pure means of power?
"Peter was telling you the truth. He did not have any powers" the one called Stasya spoke up in her tick Russian accent "He, and the two you killed, were strigoi vampire's descended from our bloodlines, but they were not what we call aristocrats"
We both gave quizzical looks at this new found term.
She carried on "A bloodline works with one of us turning someone, they turn someone , they turn someone and so on. Each vampire down the bloodline inherits our predatory eye color; however, not all of them inherit our power. Each elemental ability starts with us and the further the bloodline extends the more diluted it becomes. People turned before the 3rd or 4th generation of the bloodline inherit the Purebloods particular ability; we refer to them as aristocrats. Vampire's beyond that point are too diluted to possess it, therefore they are simply ordinary Slavic vampires. That is why we are called Purebloods"
As one question is answered, a thousand more arise. This is truly an extraordinary phenomenon; both Marcel and I looked on, calculating everything together in our heads. How did such creatures come about? All these centuries and nothing of the sort mentioned.
Megara cleared her throat "You mentioned the confrontation Marcel here had earlier" she turned to him "Forgive Edgar, but he had very good reasoning behind his actions. It was never directed to create afflictions between the Originals and ourselves"
Marcel leaned forward "He said it was for that girl. What is that all about?"
"She is of a special matter to us. For now we simply need her out of harms way" she explained.
A human girl is of that much vitality? However they're reasoning, I made sure to keep note of that. ..
"Listen, we would very much like to extend a peaceful alliance to your family. In fact my father Vladimir has sent us here to personally meet you and invite you to meet our entire family at our home in Moscow"
I couldn't help but be disbelieving of this; eyes narrowed, I noted "All these years of hiding, and all of a sudden you want to step into the light to an Original" sarcasm heavy in my voice…
"We had very good reasoning to which my father would like to share with you. All of your family is invited. From one family of vampire's to another, we do hope you'll all come to have my Father and Uncles tell you our entire tale, to allow us to have you as our honored guests…"
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~Start playing 'Majestic vampire' by Takefumi Haketa
Staring up towards the large grounds of the capital, it really was a sight to behold.
The churches, the palace, the red square, the bell towers; no doubt the inside of the Kremlin would be just as magnificent.
I must say, these Aleksandrovich ladies did know how to travel in style as we arrived here by private jet and town car. Who doesn't appreciate a little luxury?
We stepped out of the car; the air was very brisk and chilly this far north and it was just about night fall now. I'd actually passed through Russia various times in the past. I never suspected so much was going on in the underside of this city, especially in the most conventional location abound by the human societies representatives.
Much like we do in New Orleans, they cooperate with the human faction; although it is quite surprising to know they reside along-side the government.
"Just when you thought politicians couldn't be anymore corrupt" Marcel joked, the idea is laughable.
Looking back up at the entrance, three figures had appeared at the doorway waiting to greet us.
I can only assume they must be these girl's fathers, the said men that turned this family into the new species of vampires.
I centered my gaze on the middle figure; Megara's father was the said family patriarch. It seems he knew fully well who I was as well when we locked eye contact, approaching up the stairway…
"Good evening…" he greeted his smile very solemn and civilized to match his tall frame and composed stature.
We were the same height, and I could tell by his features this man was roughly the age my father had physically been as a vampire.
From the story spoken, the two men sound nothing alike; however, I have no doubt should my siblings arrive to meet him, they would agree he has a similar intimidating air to him.
I remained unfazed, confidently shaking the hand he extended to me…
"Vladimir Aleksandrovich" he introduced himself in his heavy accent.
"Kol Mikaelson" I followed suit.
Releasing our firm grip, I'm positive Elijah and Nik would be very interested to arrive here. I had already asked Elijah to relay what we knew so far to Klaus, as he had stepped out. At this point, all they were waiting for was a final cue from me on our next act here.
Turning towards his brothers, I shook hands with each.
"Feodor Aleksandrovich" I had been told he was the second eldest brother.
"Maxim Aleksandrovich" and the youngest brother.
Motioning my hand beside me I introduced Marcel "My brother-in law, Marcellus Gerard"
They greeted each other just as formally. Marcel did make note of the title I gave him. It may not be set through legal standards but his relation with is best described through that term. These are matters of family going on here, and referring to him as Klaus's adoptive-son was long out dated.
"We are very pleased to finally meet two members of your family" Vladimir declared.
"It is quite a pleasure to learn of your family as well. Now, do understand my siblings are very busy and still skeptical about making the trip out here, therefore, for the present, do forgive their absence" I informed with my usual charming tone.
"Quite understandable" Feodor assured; the three nodded.
"Please join us inside. Girls, if you will kindly lead our guests" he motioned towards Megara and Stasya who had been observing the meeting.
A very pleased smile and nod to their father , the five of us walked behind them.
We were led through the inside to what they claimed was a private wing for their family.
I've been in my fair share of castles and palaces over the centuries and I must say the interior of the Kremlin is simply extravagant.
Marcel was in awe, as we took in the sights all around us.
We past various human diplomats and officials along our path, none fazed by our presence as they must fully well recognize this family resides here. The further we went about the inside, I noted the presence of other vampires along our way, fashioning high society like appearances. As we passed, they often smiled and turned to give head bows in our direction.
"Do forgive the lateness of two of my daughters. They were out today" Vladimir noted to us as we arrived into a high ceiling common room with railways around the room, leading to a second floor, as well as a grand fireplace.
Upon entrance, there were three other women in the room.
I could feel a cheeky grin spread onto my face. A family of all women, could this be any more interesting? Even Marcel caught onto the idea "You got yourselves a house full of girls here" he chuckled, the fathers following soot with a nod.
"Yes, unfortunately we lost three sons to the travesties off battle. It is the daughters that have remained by our side through the turmoil's and they have proven just as extraordinary" Maxim addressed.
Quite so, all that I've met so far are very lovely and this isn't all of them. "I must say, how many of you Aleksandrovich ladies are there?" I extended my hand to the three new faces, two of which are twins.
Overall, I'd say they would be very potent allies. I sent a charming smile as the first twin stood, connecting her hand with mine, placing a tender kiss to her wrist.
"It is marvelous to meet you. Theodora Aleksandrovich" she gave a head bow and curtsey, connecting our gaze, she sent me a teasing grin. I couldn't let my smile come across as a smirk for the moment, though…
"Lenora Aleksandrovich" I learned she was the younger twin, said to possess shape shifting abilities of bio kinesis. Her voice was softer than her sisters, however that didn't stop her from shooting me a grin. After I released her to sit back down, our eye contact lingered…
I have no doubt they like what they see.
Finally, I introduced myself to the last girl "Tatianna Aleksandrovich"
This little number was much more formal and bold voiced as we shook hands "And we are 8 women altogether. My cousins Natalia and Liliana should be back soon"
As Marcel introduced himself to each, it took me a moment to connect them with the number she claimed. There's Megara, Stasya, Theodora, Lenora, Tatianna, Natalia and Liliana, but that only accounts for 7 of them…
He didn't name the 8th one being late, why are they keeping them unmentioned?
"Kol, Marcel, please sit. We'll have the butler bring us a brandy" Feodor declared. We took our seats in the living room setting, side by side facing the 3 brothers across the coffee table and the girls on the side-sofas.
Placing my ankle over my knee, I leaned back into the couch "So how long has the Russian government housed your existence?" we inquired.
"From the very beginning" the server came over to first hand Vladimir his glass, before he directed them towards us "we have worked in collaboration with princes, tsars, prime ministers and even the soviet union over the ages." I took my glass from his tray, discretely observing it for unidentified substances or vervain before drinking…
"Though, it was very much to ensure the harmonious existence of our population among the humans. Vampire's need to feed on humans to survive, and providing our benefits to society leave us many privileges. We cooperate with the government to bring prosperity to both parties. Truthfully, we can fairly be called some of the most powerful people in Russia, our name is simply kept out of headlines to mortals. After our transformation, we sustained our influence." Through his detailing, I gave careful nods, my eyes sinking down to my glass as I brought it up to take a drink
He's organized, very organized. It shouldn't come as to much of a shock considering he was grown to create strong military tactics, and born a ruler by divine right during the violent and dark ages.
Very true we had our own kingdom in New Orleans, possibly extending fully to all of Lousiana for the supernatural community; and their presence in Moscow wouldn't affect us at all, however I fairly certain Nik would want tabs being upheld with this family.
"Very fascinating, you truly are remarkable individuals here and your origin is very relatable. My father turned us in vampire's for a means of survival as well, to triumph over our enemies. Although, I'm sure you knew that…" I couldn't help but jab at the record they've been keeping over us, while we lived unaware of they. A courteous smile remained present on my face, though.
They nodded.
"So tell us more of your species" Marcel suggested "You were said to have cast your own immortality spell, right?"
"What made you result so differently from us" I added. I can recognize that a spell is very much defined by its caster. If he and his brothers cast their own version of the immortality spell, the differences would have been understandable, had they not also been granted elemental abilities recognizable in witches. The immortality and sharper senses were vampire, however their individual powers scream witch. The brothers had been originally warlocks, however once turned, they cannot practice magic as vampires. You can never be both…
He took a slow sip from his glass, before his eyes sank down onto the table before us, as if staring into space "I lost 2 wives, my sister, and three nephews in the horrors of war against the rebellions. It wasn't long until they even infiltrated our homes, more direct attacks were targeting my daughters" we locked eyes once again "I wasn't going to let them dethrone and slaughter us like animals. We knew of vampire immortality but were very proud of our witch culture, we didn't want to lose who we were. We manifested a portion of our powers to each daughter for they lived without practice of magic. We planned to cast the spell to preserve our essence after we turned, thereby giving us vampire capabilities along side that fraction of witch power remaining in each of our beings. After the reawakening, the power has revealed itself in unique forms" he motioned his hand to the girls.
We turned to look at each one…
"Pyro kinesis" Megara reiterated from her earlier explanation.
"Electro kinesis" Stasya grinned.
"Magneto kinesis" Lenor- no, Theodora winked with a smirk. I still have somewhat of trouble telling them apart but I'd very much like to know them better to learn how…
"Bio kinesis" Lenora flaunted proudly.
"Photo kinetic invisibility" Tatianna finished.
"Lastly, Natalia and Liliana possess Tele kinesis and Geo kinesis respectively"
Marcel let out a whistle in awe over these abilities.
Swirling my drink in hand as I grinned back at them; my, my, these powers could prove quite troublesome. Their roots are very similar to ours. We started out as humans with the potential for magic; I must admit I envy how they formulated a loophole around the laws of nature vs its abominations.
I leaned forward, very intrigued "What exactly did your spell consist of?"
Exchanging glances, with one another, the brothers seemed uncertain to disclose that information…
"My apologies" it as Maxim who spoke "But that is family matter we prefer to keep private"
I leaned back to original position with a chuckle; they certainly aren't naïve. Looking back at Vladimir I can tell off the bat that despite the need for a peaceful allegiance between us, he still distrusts us like how I distrust him. But as Nik often says, we aren't savages… I know how to arrange diplomacy.
"Of course, quite understandable gentlemen" I finished my glass. Before I could even snap my fingers, the butler was already pouring out a refill.
"Do answer me this" I drawled playfully, motioning my glass towards them "You proclaimed 8 women to be in the family. I only accounted for 7 so far…"
His somber expression then smiled back very amused "My last daughter, Dimitra, has yet to join us…"
"Where is she?" Marcel inquired.
"It's complicated. But rest assured she will be back with us very soon" Feodor proclaimed.
There you have it, more secrets…
I then picked up the sound of feminine voices approaching our way. Walking closer as they conversed about their day out, it must be the two other sisters, Natalia and Liliana.
Everyone had turned towards the doorway as two figures entered the common room.
Once the two sisters locked eyes with everyone I was left very dumbfounded…
I didn't know whether to be astounded at the sight that one of them was a child vampire or the fact that very much recognized the face of the older one.
"Hi papa, we're back" the small one sang.
"Hey, whats been going…" it was at that moment that the two of us locked eyes…
Her form froze, mouth falling slightly ajar with eyes disbelieving to see me. Arching my brow, narrowing my eyes at her, I'd say I might very well look similar.
I've met this girl before…
Yes, years ago in a revolting little town I'd very much like to see fall off the face of the earth…
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"Caroline.." Nik called her, although quite clear she had been trying to ignore our existence as she walked by.
"Oh, it's you" she scoffed
I thought she had been his date…
"Join us for a drink?" He knew he did something and tried to smooth things over. First time I've seen Nik so eager for a woman's approval.
"Hmm, I'd rather die of thirst but thanks" Ouch…
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Yes, Caroline had been her name. I believe Niklaus had quite fancied her during our time there.
This, however, begs to question 'what is she doing here and how does she have any relation to these people?"
"These are my younger daughters Liliana" he addressed the younger one before turning towards the familiar blond "and we call her Natalia… I believe no introductions are necessary…"
He knows that she's met us; however, this stands to question why he claims this girl is his daughter. The last I remember she was a baby vampire from a small town life in Mystic Falls. Not a strigoi Russian Duchess…
Everyone in the room could clearly sense the confusion that lingered between us. Tension, really.
Leaving to question how things would affect the relation between two families.
After I died, I did keep watch over the others, primarily my siblings considering they had returned to our real home in New Orleans. With that, it just so happens a very interesting history came about between my brother Nik and this girl, Caroline… or Natalia, or whatever her name is.
She wasn't sure what to say at all
A smirk spreading on my face; well Nik will surely be fascinated by this turn of events…
A throat cleared "Well, why don't we get further acquainted over dinner in the grand dining room" Tatianna suggested.
She and the other girls stood, motioning us over towards the dining room we passed nearby
"Indeed, we have an Original and their extended family present with us. We must show great hospitality" Lenora asserted.
Theodora stood beside me, offering her arm to guide the way.
"Why, thank you" I winked, rising to my feet "Your family is quite welcoming to its guests. I very much appreciate you extended this hand of trust and friendship to us, I should think my siblings would very much like the opportunity to meet you personally" I sent my charming smile towards the fathers and each of the girls; taking note how Caroline's eyes widened at the assertion of bringing my family here.
Vladimir had momentarily been surprised by my quick declaration, after I asserted why Marcel and I were the only ones present. Yet, he quickly recovered at the idea "We would be honored. In the spirit of family and friendship, it would be a grand privilege to introduce your family to our society, to the entire clan…"
I sent Marcel a reassuring grin, to which it slowly passed onto his face. Glancing back to Vladimir, Feodor and Maxim, we each exchanged looks of approval.
Caroline still seemed in shock for the entire ordeal, but it only made my smile widen; passing her, I let her lovely cousin escort me to the dining room while another did the same with Marcel.
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Later that night, the twins escorted Marcel and I to the guest quarters we'd be inhabiting during our stay here. Our rooms, right next to one another; Vladimir had suggested it be Caroline that escorts us, but she obviously didn't want a one on one confrontation. She could barely speak during the dinner. Luckily for her, her cousins were gracious enough to volunteer.
"We do hope you'll be comfortable" Lenora smiled to both of us. I couldn't help but note the way she spoke English. I noted during dinner both of their speech was unlike the other girls.
"I'm sure it will be lovely, darling" I took her hands in mine, holding them tenderly as I thanked her. I could very well see a blush threatening to take over her face. Not many couldn't be swayed by the Mikaelson charm…
"I couldn't help but notice both your accents" I turned my glances between them "It is unlike the accents your cousins have when they speak English. If I can calculate properly through where I've traveled over the years, I'd say it is somewhat Welsh?" I questioned intriguingly. If this family had originated in the 14th century of Russia, how could they harbor such a form of speech so distinct from the rest of their family…"
They nodded proudly "We are Welsh. As humans, we did not survive the time of the revolts, it wasn't till later in the late 1800s that we were reincarnated in Wales, our family found us and turned us."
Just when you'd imagine things couldn't get any more complex…
My eyes did narrow intently at this notion.
"Woah, woah, reincarnation? You mean when a soul leaves the physical body and is reborn into new flesh?" Marcel analyzed with disbelief…
They affirmed "Our memories being restored proved we were not daughters of a wealthy sails merchant, but Grand Duchesses Lenora and Theodora Aleksandrovich" they asserted, grinning with arms crossed.
"I know not why Natalia or Caroline, as she recently was, did not enlighten you over her connections here"
I must say, now it all makes perfect sense. If she was reincarnated to a new life, that clarifies how she came to supposedly be a small town girl in the back water town of Mystic Falls. Quite dactylic really, to discover she was actually of royalty.
Reincarnation, huh…
So much mythology proving to be true, how mystifying…
Sharing a look with myself, an earlier notion occurred to me.
"It was addressed she had already met your family. I'm confused as to why she seemed to soft spoken at dinner, I do apologize for such rudeness" Theodora claimed, sincerely.
I grind at the mention. Well I was in feuds with all her pompous friends… "Let's just say our circle of companions wasn't really in many agreements with one another" I vaguely explained. Not to mention the fact that her doppelganger wench friend and her brother killed me, and she later shagged my brother, whom I would soon be notifying. That can certainly leave both of us unsure about how to engage things…
"Well I do sincerely hope that doesn't affect our relationship" the way she worded it, one would wonder whether she meant our families or ourselves…
I smirked devilishly down at her, stepping noticeably closer "Certainly not darling" I assured smoothly.
Our looks lingered a few moments longer.
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"This is preposterous" Nik's growl only served to amuse me. His temper has always been quite entertaining to poke at.
"Truthfully, we felt the same thing" Marcel and I were currently on speaker phone with Nik, filling him in on everything we had encountered these past 2 days.
"However, when you see with your own eyes these capabilities come to life, it's no longer a fairytale brother" I reasoned, fumbling with the control of the entertainment system set up in Marcel's quarters.
"And I can vouch for that Klaus. I don't know exactly what's going on here, but as soon as we found the vampire that assault me, a chain of crazy events brought us to meet these people here in Moscow" Marcel informed my brother. It very much struck Elijah's surprise earlier and now I have no doubt Nik would want to present himself here personally.
"As we were tracking them, they were tracking us. We managed to haul over that group ready to fly out of Kiev and when word got back to them, they were ready to come clean with everything, requesting an allegiance. They've been specifically avoiding us all these years Nik"
I heard him give a wicked scoff "And they claimed it was for family security. Sounds more like something to hide…" he suggested playfully…
"There may be some truth to both sides?" Marcel alleged…
"Then they come out with every truth now. That vampire could have easily avoided you in Paris, why in the world would a human girl be of that much importance?" he jabbed mockingly.
Settling on a channel, I placed my arms behind my head comfortably at pondering over that girl. With the reincarnation phenomena running through their family and the case of the 8th daughter yet to be introduced …
"I've derived the answer to that as well" I could feel my smirk upturn in delight at the little base they've left uncovered.
Marcel shot me a quizzical glance at my claimed speculation
"There's no doubt that girl you attempted to drain in Paris is the 8th Aleksandrovich daughter"
His expression calculating as he deliberated over my assertion.
Each daughter had been reborn over the centuries. They've searched the world round to reunite their family, restoring the essence of their past life and turning them into Slavic Purebloods, thus awakening their portion of witch power alongside vampire immortality. Dimitra, as they call her, remains a human they watch over until Vladimir deems the proper time has come to bring her.
Now this occasion could prove very opportunistic.
"Yes, I quite agree with Kol's deduction; she being the last one until they are whole, after all" his tone grew more interested "Well then, with all this said I say proper assessing is in order" I could tell Klaus had a malicious smile spreading across his face. He's always had tactic to know thy enemy.
It's quite clear he is very mistrusting of these people; and while we may not be able to kill them, that doesn't mean we won't have any future advantages of forming a said alliance.
Although, I wonder how Klaus's objectives of total dominance will measure up in this, supposed affiliation with the involvement of this long lost love of his.
"Besides, it would be very rude to decline such a hospitable invitation" he noted impishly "I'll leave my pack (Klaus's wolf side of the family) to look over the city and Haley to watch over Madeline. It should take about a day or two for Elijah, Rebekah and I to arrive. Be sure you two meet us upon arrival and…"
"Oh so sorry, brother; it'll simply be Marcel receiving you here for I have a pleasant gift to go retrieve for our generous hosts" I chuckled, formulating my new plan of action.
"What do you mean by that?" he questioned, somewhat warning.
Tapping the tips of my fingers together, my grin grew more menacing at the prospect I was formulating.
This opportunity should be of very beneficial leverage…
"Kol, don't do anything stup…"
"By the way Nik, did I forget to mention we've re-encountered a very admired romance of your past here? And they say Elijah was the one with impeccable taste…" I taunted playfully
Sounding wondrous, I have no doubt he looks confused.
"To think you once briefly had a Queen…" I chuckled.
"Kol, what the bloody hell are you going on about?" he sneered.
Should I relieve him of the suspense? It's so entertaining to hear him annoyed. Ah, but then again, I have manner s to attend to as well…
"Recall your infatuation with a lovely little thing from Mystic Fall all those years?" I tease.
Absolute silence came from the other line of the call. Ah if only we were speaking through video chat…
"I'll take that as a yes; it just so happens that the girl has found herself her long lost relatives" I revealed "she is here as the third reincarnated daughter of this Grand Prince of Moscow, Vladimir"
I still heard no response from his line of the call. Well I take it this is a cue to end the call.
Doing so, I turned back to Marcel, positively enthralled by the entire ordeal
"Caroline" Marcel voice, eyes widening "don't tell me it's the same one who had him whipped in Mystic Falls…"
I nodded, positively entertained. I never really knew much about her in life, but watching over my siblings did prove very educational in those times…
I stood, making my way for the door, thinking over how to properly carry out my next scheme. I have research and a trip to plan…
"Where you going?" Marcel turned at my leaving form "What did you mean by that gift comment?"
Looking over my shoulder "You'll see. I have a very important matter to attend to" I made my leave "It would be rude to leave a lady waiting…" I am a gentleman after all…
And we certainly don't want anything to happen to her, being so far from home…
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~Start playing 'I will be right here waiting for you' by Richard Marx
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"Caroline…?" my arm had dropped limp to my side at the call ending…
I hadn't seen her since…
The mere thought awakened many sentiments long stored away…
Since…
Since… I made my promise.
Sitting back in the office chair, my fingers knitted together, staring off into my thoughts in the dimly lit room.
I still caught myself thinking of her over the years. I had always kept her unmentioned to avoid anybody learning I cared for anyone outside my family; then with time, I thought I had indeed moved on…
Picturing her bright smile in my mind sent very nostalgic shivers through me.
It was always a contagious smile…
The thought of her could possibly be as close as I'd ever been to having my heart rekindled…
What has happened?
Where has she been these past few years?
How was her life…?
I shook my head, Kol cannot possibly be serious? Why would Caroline be in Moscow? Why would she be with these people? There cannot possibly be a genuine relation between her and them. They must have her manipulated to their scheme.
This could be something against me..!
How did they learn….
Argh… I ran my hand through my hair.
No…
That makes no sense… and Caroline would not fall to something such as this…
The proclaimed idea…
Caroline was a Russian Princess?
She was royalty…
She existed in this world once long ago…
Precisely, what era? Where was I in this period?
They claimed 8 daughters were reincarnated and their memories being restored. Is Caroline really one of them?
How did she find out?
How long has she been there with them?
I could feel strings of my undead heart pull in concern for her.
My mind hurtled me back to our last encounter…
I still remembered the soft feel of her lips over mine, a feeling I thought I'd never get to experience…
The euphoria of feeling so at one with the object of my affections; and it wasn't just physically, but emotionally.
I had learned of a side of myself I thought died long ago. It was amazing what she awakened in me. For those few hours I didn't have any other concern over anything in the world except my happiness…
There is no doubt I have to be there now. I have to verify all this with my own eyes. I need to meet them, this Vladimir. I need to witness their influence, learn of their kind…
I need to see her…
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KLAROLINE NEXT CHAPTER
'THE REINCOUNTER'
Its finally here guys! Please review and let me know what you think!
I know there wasn't a whole lot of Klaus or Caroline in the chapter but NEXT chapter, we'll sink into Caroline's feelings about seeing Kol alive and the fact that her family has invited the originals to Moscow! I decided to add the Klaroline 100th anniversary moment to this stories history, so Caroline and Klaus haven't seen each other since then.
From this point on we'll see almost everything over our main characters. I want to thank you all for your patience. I promise Ill post it very soon.
How do you think the relation between The Originals and The Purebloods is gonna go? How will they react at meeting again? Where is Kol off to?
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