A/N Here is chapter ten. Thank you all for your reviews, they really do mean a lot to me. I'm sorry if I got the dates wrong, but I have read that they were in New Orleans, from the early 1700s after fleeing Spain in 1702 and they began building the city around 1720 so I think the dates are right.

Anyway, please do leave a review if you want me to continue.

Chapter Ten ~ See My Dreams All Die

1821

"Why so down, Marcellus? It's such a beautiful day in the Quarter."

The young boy looked up at Angelica, who smiled politely at him from the door-frame, her hands in front of her, fingers tangled. She offered him a kind smile before trailing over to where he was sitting in front of the fire, looking at the flames, taking a seat on the chair next to him. They young boy had been apart of their family for nearly a year, and she had spent more time with him than Klaus had, even though he had been the one to invite him into their home. Elijah tried to put aside some time, he had been teaching Marcel how to play piano, but like always, the two brothers spent most of their time at meetings and controlling the city. Rebekah spent time with him too, but she was still grieving over the Governor's son and at the moment, their home was thick with tension, mostly because Rebekah was still mad at Klaus.

He had been off with everyone, and nobody could figure it out why, so they let him be. It was better to leave him alone for a while to get over whatever was bothering him. As always, Klaus dealt with his problems by blaming those around him, which clearly made Marcel feel abandoned slightly.

"It's nothing, Miss Angelica. I'm sure you have enough to deal with."

She shook her head, widening her smile."Not today, I don't. I'm quite lonely today, really. Whatever it is, you can tell me. You are apart of this family, after all."

Marcel's sad smile seemed less down when he heard her last few words. Her kind eyes made him feel less fearful of telling her what he was thinking. Though Elijah and even Rebekah had been somewhat welcoming of him, he felt more at ease towards Angelica. She had a warming feeling about her, as if her presence could lighten up a room full of people.

"Mr. Klaus is being...short with me. Have I done something wrong?"

She laughed slightly, shaking her head, leaning forward. Angelica placed a comforting hand on his smaller one, squeezing reassuringly.

"No, don't think such a way. Niklaus has...off days, take no notice of him when he's like this. He gets upset over things that don't even exist, and is very sensitive. He finds it hard to deal with things, and has his own issues to work out, but don't ever think that you've done something wrong. He is like this with all of us, you'll get used to it. When he is being like this, the best thing to do it to leave him be. But he does care for you, never doubt that, when Klaus loves, he loves fierce and strongly."

His eyes lit up as his fears were calmed, slowly nodding as Angelica soothed him. She knew how he must have felt, being rejected by his own father, never thinking he was anything but a burden, like Klaus. Being seen as nothing but a beast and an abomination. She also knew that her brother didn't know what to do, she had seen the way he had looked on as Elijah taught him how to play piano, as if Marcel preferred Elijah to him. Angelica's eyes widened in realisation when she finally understood. Klaus was in such a horrid mood because he thought that Marcel considered Elijah more of a father figure to Klaus himself. He had done what he always did when he thought that he wasn't wanted, he fell into his own darkness of self pity and self loathing, all while covering it with anger and hate.

"Are you sure, Miss Angelica? He still wants me here?"

Her voice dropped to a motherly tone. "He does, we all benefit greatly from your presence here. He doesn't know how to connect with others, and even though he pretends not to care, he needs to be needed. You don't know it, Marcellus, but you're special to him, more than you think. Niklaus knows what it feels like to be rejected, that is his primary fear, and because of that, he suffers with his own insecurities, that's why he acts the way he does. But, even though you don't think it, you've changed him, that's why I know you're special to him. He just has troubles expressing his emotions, but don't ever think you don't mean anything to him. You mean something to all of us."

"Really?"

She smiled then nodded."Yes. My brother has a lot of flaws, when he feels backed into a corner, he lashes out, like you. You're more alike than you think. You're now apart of our family, and we look out for our own, despite all the things we do to one another. We stick together as one."

Marcel's frown turned to a small, grateful smile and before she could react, he stood up and hugged her. He had never done that before, and though she was frozen with shock, Angelica slowly embraced him. She smiled softly and returned his hug before standing up, holding her hand out to him. He slowly took it, his eyes narrowing with confusion before he followed her out of the room. They made their way down a long corridor before stopping at a wooden door.

"What are we doing here? He isn't going to want company today, Miss Angelica. He warned everyone to not bother him."

"That's where you're wrong."

She glanced at the door before whispering to him. "Remember what I told you, it will help you in the future. Niklaus needs to be needed."

He looked at the door hesitantly. He wanted a relationship with Klaus, he had saved him from the life that he desperately wanted to forget. They connected on a level, different to Elijah and himself. He respected Elijah, but he saw Klaus more as his father, and he wanted him to know that. Angelica's words echoed in his mind, and with an encouraging look from her, he raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times. He waited patiently until he heard Klaus order him to come in from the other side of the wood, and a few moments later, he opened the door.

"Mr. Klaus? Am I disturbing you?"

Klaus turned from the painting he was close to finishing and turned his head to the door, where the young boy was standing, hands behind his back. His dark look faded slightly when he didn't see Elijah around, but his sister standing behind Marcel. Her look told him to mind his words, and even in his dark mood, he could see that she was serious.

"Not at all, Marcellus. What can I do for you?"

At Klaus' gesture, he stepped into his study, eyes drifting over the paintings that were scattered around. He then realized that he didn't know what he was there for, but Angelica placed a hand on his shoulder, as if telling him that it didn't matter, as long as he remembered her words. He looked up at her, eyes telling her that he was struggling. Before he could answer him, Angelica's soft voice cut ahead of him.

"He has been cooped up all day, Nik and that's not good for a child his age. It's a nice day, and Marcellus was hoping that you could finally show him around the city. You have been awfully busy dealing with you're business that you haven't had a proper chance to show him what you've helped build. Isn't that right, Marcellus?"

She looked down at the young boy, who's grin only widened. He had wanted to see the whole city, and Elijah had always been too busy to properly spend the time to show him. In his young life, he had only been where he had been ordered to go, which wasn't much. He knew that Klaus practically owned the city, despite what others might have thought. New Orleans was his pride and joy, and he could see Klaus' blue orbs light up at the suggestion.

"Is that true?"

He nodded eagerly."Yes, Mr Klaus. If you're not busy, of course."

"I'm never busy for you, remember that."

Klaus chuckled and walked around his desk, a small smile on his face as he stopped in front of Marcel. He had thought that Elijah had already taken him for at tour of the city, as well as teaching him other things, such as piano. He had felt slightly pushed out when his brother had taken over, but he saw the expression on Marcel's face. The boy wanted to spend time with Klaus, he wanted to learn from him, he didn't just want Elijah. Angelica squeezed Marcel's shoulder as Klaus walked over to them, motioning for Marcel to follow him. As he did, Klaus turned back to his young sister, who was beaming.

"Want to join us, sweetheart? It is our city, after all."

Angelica shook her head."I think you two need this time, Nik. It will do good for you both in the future."

He looked over at where Marcel was standing. The young boy had his back to them and was looking over the balcony at the compound below, where Klaus' minions where scattered around. He insisted that they be around a lot, just in case their father appeared out of nowhere. He was always prepared, always on his guard and ready to fight.

"Does this have something to do with you?"

Angelica looked up at her brother innocently."What do you mean, Nik? The boy adores you, just like I know you adore him. But just like you, he's stubborn and proud. You both just needed encouragement."

He cupped her cheek gently in his hand, a smile playing on his lips when she reached up and grasped it, fingers tangling with his. He tugged her closer, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm, then leaned forward, pecking her forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she quickly composed herself as he pulled away slowly, fingers unlacing from hers. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her, a rare meaningful look in his eyes as he whispered to her.

"...thank you, angel."

Rousseau's

"Well, that was heartfelt. Still haven't gotten to the part where she started to secretly hate me..."

Klaus laughed drunkenly to himself as he read the last sentence of Angelica's diary entry."Time for another one, love."

He downed his drink, tapping the wooden bar with the bottom of his glass, signalling the compelled brunette barmaid to pour him another. His eyes went back to the worn out diary he had been reading all day, one that his youngest sister had kept from him, among others that he had found in her bedroom after he had daggered her all those years ago. She had kept a few over the years, starting after their father had found them in Spain, just after he and Elijah daggered Kol. His fingers curled around his now filled glass once more, bringing it to his lips as he finished the page he had been reading. He had fished it out of a box he had kept with him over the years, but he had never got around to reading them. He had always feared what he would find written on the pages, so had put it off, and it hadn't been until his brothers had woken Angelica that he had went searching for them.

He had spent the last few days trying to get rid of his anger. He'd been slaughtering, feeding and drinking, something that had always kept him sane whenever he felt betrayed and upset. It only worked for a short while before he let himself drown in his thoughts, then the cycle would begin again. He would get angry, then take it out on the next vampire or local he saw, not caring for his own rules at all. He'd promised Marcel that he wouldn't kill the locals, but the more he drowned in his thoughts, and the more he spent time away from his family he thought hated him, the less he cared, it wasn't like Marcel could do anything to him.

Klaus somewhat smiled at the memory of taking his sister to the horses, and how happy she had been, her writing was like she was talking to him herself. Whenever she wrote about him, about how much she adored him, it made him want to go back in time and tell his old self what was to come. Memories of her smiling up at him, beaming whenever he made her happy, haunted him.

His happy memories were replaced with what he saw earlier that day.

He had secretly been watching his family, and had heard Elijah's plans to attempt to make their family whole again, for Angelica's sake. He was slightly relieved that his brother hadn't meant what he said, but he had heard Kol's words, his wishes to let Klaus be, to let their hybrid brother suffer for what he had done. Klaus couldn't deny, even though he was furious with his youngest brother, he was hurt by his words.

Deep inside, he knew that he would have never drove the stake into Kol's heart, even underneath all his anger towards Kol, he did love him in his own way. Out of all their family, he and his youngest brother were the most alike, he'd always saw some of himself in Kol. But their relationship had always been somewhat hostile, he had always knew that Kol had harboured resentment towards him because of daggering him but also because he blamed Klaus for 'controlling' their siblings, especially Angelica. He had also kept an eye on his sister, he had watched as she tried to keep herself together. For almost a week, she had refused to talk to anyone, she had been suffering herself, especially emotionally. He had been tempted to break through her window, but feared her rejection.

He didn't think he would have been able to handle it if she told him to leave her be a second time. Kol had been the one to get through to her, something that only Klaus used to be able to do. It hurt...more than anyone could imagine. Klaus had always known that Angelica had a weakness for Kol, out of their whole family, she had always been the closest to him. Rebekah had been closest to Elijah, while Angelica had always been closest to Kol and Klaus. They all looked up to Elijah, he was the one she went to for guidance. But ever since she had been young, Klaus was the one she went to whenever she was sad, whenever she felt alone. She had always locked herself away when she was upset, and it had always been him who would coax her out. Elijah had managed a couple of times, but it was always Klaus' arms she felt most content.

But it bothered him when he watched her run into Kol's arms. He'd always feared that Angelica would warm to her youngest older brother one day and leave him by himself.

"So this is where you have been hiding? No wonder the locals are pissed...you've kicked them out of their favourite bar, or killed most of them."

Klaus sighed when he heard Marcel's words, and he grumbled."Sod off."

Marcel chuckled and sat on the bar stool next to him, leaning over the bar, grabbing his own bottle of alcohol and a glass. Klaus moved the diary out of sight as he looked over at the younger vampire."Let me guess, family problems?"

"...you've heard then?"

"Depends on what you're talking about. Have I heard that you've been massacring the locals because you're pissed off? Yeah. Have I heard that you're baby sister, the only one of you I can talk to without having my ass kicked, is back? Yeah, I have, and I have no problem with that, she wasn't as bad as the rest of you. Have I also heard that you're psychotic little brother is also killing off our locals? Yeah."

"How did she end up coming back to the un-living, anyway? You told me she and your brother were daggered. Also, why was she locked away for a start?" Marcel asked curiously.

"None of your business and let's keep it that way."

Marcel raised his hands in surrender, another curious look in his eyes which told Klaus that he wasn't going to leave it be."Hey! No need to get defensive, man. I was just asking."

"You know what? I think i'd prefer if we drank in silence if you're not going to leave me be."

Klaus waved off the compelled barmaid, grabbing the bottle from Marcel's hand. If it had been anyone else, he would have killed them, but Marcel was the only thing related to family he had left at the moment. They may have had their differences, but they were doing better more recently, apart from his murder sprees. He was right, out of all Klaus' siblings, Angelica had warmed up to Marcel much quicker than the rest. So had Elijah, but he was more of a teacher to Marcel, and Rebekah was a complete different story. If Marcel had went after Angelica like he had Rebekah, Klaus wouldn't have hesitated before killing him. But he didn't think of her more than a sister.

She had guided Marcel in how to deal with Klaus, and he had missed her company when they had left. He hopped off the stool and moved over to the nearest booth. He wanted to be alone, he really wasn't interested in company.

"Sorry, man, can't do that. I need you to keep an eye on Kol, he's worse than you. If he keeps going, we're not gonna have any locals and the tourism is gonna stop. I've already got my hands full with you, I don't need this."

Klaus slumped onto the booth, propping his feet onto the table as he slurred over to a sober Marcel. "...and i don't need to be lectured on how to deal with my city, Marcel. If I wanted to kill each soul roaming New Orleans and burn it down, I would. It's mine to do as I bloody well please. In regards to Kol, my family and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment."

He went to down the rest of the bottle, but Marcel flashed over and grabbed it from his hands.

"You're a little bitch when you're drunk. I'd love to see the faces on all those enemies of yours if they got a chance to see you like this.

He glared at his adoptive son as he placed the bottle back on the bar before leaning against it."I want to be alone. How many times do I have to say bloody it?"

"Once you say it with feeling. I know you, Klaus. There is something else bothering you. You never get this upset when you have a spat with your beloved family. You know as well as I do that they always end up forgiving you, one way or another."

His sire looked away, and Marcel grinned."I grew up with your crazy-ass family, you forget that. You need to be needed. You and I both know that you would break if they went off without you. We both know that when you claim you want nothing more than to be alone, that nothing bothers you, you're talking crap. You need your family more than they need you, that is why you dagger them, that is why you get rid of anything that threatens them. Especially with you're baby sis."

"How dare you!-"

Marcel ignored him and continued to speak."Now that you're precious Angelica knows what you've done to her, it kills you to know that there is a chance that she will be able to live without you, does it? I remember how much she loved you, even after what you did to her sister. You always treated her different to Rebekah, I don't remember why. You and Kol, for the short time he was around of course, always seemed to light up whenever she was around. But you two did always have this...tension between you, like you were threatened by your brother. You always were a second away from killing eachother when Angelica was around, more than usual. Why was that?"

Klaus jumped up, now suddenly sober, and began to make his way towards the door. But before he could, Marcel was in front of him. He knew that he was getting to his sire, because his eyes were getting darker. Klaus's jaw clenched."Just because I brought you up, and turned you, doesn't mean that you get to speak of things you have no clue about. Don't test me, i'm not in the mood, Marcellus. Get out of my way."

"What are you getting so worked up about? I'm just curious..."

"I will not tell you again. Get out of my way."

Marcel knew that he was on thin ice, but he was on a roll, he was close. He had always wondered about how close Angelica and Klaus were, but he never dared to ask. There was so many questions he needed answers to."That is why you got rid of Kol, wasn't it? Because you were threatened by him? It wasn't because of your papa, was it? Otherwise you wouldn't have undaggered him if it meant that he would have brought attention. What were you so scared about, Klaus?"

"Me? Scared? Of what? You know what, forget it, I don't need this, i've already been told off and lectured by my brother about family. You're talking complete nonsense now."

"Am I? I was there. You un-daggered him on my birthday. I remember because he hated me just as much as I hated him. You're brother is a dick, by the way. You did seem somewhere else at the dance. Angelica seemed happy, she was smiling more than usual, something I thought impossible because she is the happiest of you all. Is that the real reason why you locked him away? Because he made her happy, more than you did? Or was it because you didn't want to share the attention, her attention that always belonged to you and you alone?"

"I am warning you-"

The younger vampire took a step closer to Klaus. The hybrid looked vulnerable, and he was staring at Marcel but it seemed like he was looked through him, like his mind was somewhere else.

"Or is it something else that you consider yours?"

Marcel watched was Klaus' jaw clenched again, and it seemed like he had hit something inside of the hybrid. Anger and another emotion that Marcel couldn't name appeared on Klaus' face, his fingers curled into his palm, creating fists. He looked on, now worried, knowing that he had went to far. He had always wondered about the reason Klaus had daggered Kol for so long. He knew that Kol was reckless and wild, he had been a victim of it himself, but it had to have been something else. The youngest brother always seemed to adore Angelica, like Klaus had. Marcel had seen the way Klaus looked at his sister and Kol at his birthday dance, he seemed as agitated as he did at that moment.

He had also wondered about Angelica's relationship with the hybrid. They were always talking in whispers, and her world seemed to revolve around Klaus. But when Kol returned, she had spent so much time making up for lost years that it affected her relationship with Klaus. She showed no hate or hostile behavior towards him, but it seemed like they were fighting for her attention. He never wondered about her and Kol, but she and Klaus were a mystery to him. They came off as something more than siblings, he was sure that if an outsider saw them, they would mistake them for a couple instead of being related.

"IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

Marcel groaned as his head hit off the wall, suddenly realizing that Klaus had pinned him against it, fingers curling around his throat. His fingers dug into his skin, and he choked, shocked at the action. He only wanted answers, and had knew that he went to far. He also knew that if anyone else had asked them, they would have been snapped in half. The look in Klaus' eyes made him worry, they were now amber, a sign that meant nothing good was happening next.

"K-Klaus...let me go!"

His sire growled, fangs coming into view."She is not of concern to you. She is not yours to speak of! She...is...MINE!"

"I'm sorry, man. Okay? I'm sorry, I went too far." Marcel struggled against his sire, teeth grounding together as his fingers tightened.

Klaus didn't seem to hear him, his anger was now in full control. He knew that what Marcel had said was the truth, but knew that he would never admit it. He would never admit his jealousy of Kol because Angelica always told him that she was his and his only. His adoptive son had hit something inside him that he never wanted to be known. His and Angelica's relationship had never been known, it was something that only they shared, something that nobody would ever understand. Hearing Marcel's suspicious words made him furious, he would have never understood, that was why it offended Klaus when Marcel spoke of it. His bond with Angelica was deep, it was special, and he knew that he was losing her, losing the only person who made him feel something.

He couldn't lose Angelica. He couldn't bear the thought of never being close to her again.

"KLAUS! If you're going to kill me, do it. But I didn't mean anything by it, I was pissed off that you've been running this city into the ground, okay? I didn't mean to insult Angelica-"

The hybrid snapped back into reality."If you ever speak a word about her again, i'll banish you from this city for the rest of eternity. Do you understand me? I'm letting you go because you are family, and right now, you're all I have."

Slowly, Klaus let him go and Marcel rubbed his neck, coughing. He shut his eyes, turning his back on the younger vampire, slightly ashamed that he had attacked his adoptive son. His anger was something he could never control, and Marcel had pushed him to the point he wanted to rip him to shreds, Angelica had been one of his rare weaknesses. Marcel cleared his throat as the bruises on his neck faded and he watched as the hybrid paced back and forth, trying to keep a lid on his anger. He'd never seen him like this before, and wanted nothing more to do with it, he was familiar with his actions towards those he cared about, and didn't want to end up on the wrong side of the unhinged hybrid.

As he eyed Klaus, he knew that he had gotten the answer he'd wanted. His reaction to Marcel's words spoke louder than words could. He swallowed as the puzzle began to fit together in his mind, and his eyes widened once more.

I was right. His reaction said it all.

He had to get out of there.

He knew that Klaus loved his family, and hated nothing more than being alone."You know, I used to look up to you. You're not just my sire, you're the only father figure i've had, you're siblings are the only family i've had. You don't want to lose that."

Klaus' eyes opened when Marcel finished and a few seconds later, a rush of wind hit him, telling Klaus that Marcel was gone. The hybrid let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding, and he fell back against the wall he had pressed Marcel against. He ran a tired hand over his face, angry at Marcel, his family but most of all himself. He was angry that he was locking himself away and drowning his problems. He was angry that he had let his family and Marcel see a weakness, something that he hated having. He was the most feared being on the earth, he made people cower in fear at the mere mention of his name

What was he turning into?

This wasn't him at all. He was the Original Hybrid, if he was known for something, it was for being a fighter.

Klaus punched the wall, growling as he mentally fought with himself, and as he turned around to leave, the diary he had been reading caught his eye. He sped over to the bar and picked it up, fingers running over the worn out pages, and he sat back on the barstool. He flipped to the next page, interested as his eyes caught his name once again. He wondered if he would manage to find out when Angelica began to pull away from him. He was sure that she still loved him, she said so herself, but Angelica had said it after he had asked it of her. She used to say it of her own will, he never had to ask, never had to tell her. She always knew when to say it, when he needed to hear it most.

He had to get her to talk to him, without anyone else around. She was more likely to be more vulnerable when it was just the two of them. Their last encounter was run by emotions and anger, now that they had time apart, he hoped that she would see him. But he doubted it. He doubted that she would let him near her after he had held the white oak stake to Kol's heart. His youngest brother was her weakness, if Klaus had killed him, it would have broken her for good. Klaus sighed, trying to control himself as he thought of a way to get her to open up to him. Her hate for him at the moment was at equal with her love for him. He had hurt her more than he had hurt anyone else. She didn't trust him, she didn't believe that the Nik she knew was still inside of him.

Klaus grinned to himself, his mind working with him as his eyes skimmed over the entry he had in front of him, her neat hand writing clear on the old pages. He just had to make her see that he wasn't as lost as she thought him to be, that she could love him just like she once did before.

He just had to remind her what loving him felt like.

29 August-1720

For the first time in a long while, Niklaus finally seems at...peace with himself.

He's smiling and seems like he has found himself, his true self, in New Orleans, it seems like we all have. We haven't been here long but it looks like we are staying, and I am more than willing to. He and Elijah are becoming closer as they build our new home, it seems that Niklaus likes being King, it is only fitting considering he is the first of his kind. Rebekah has found herself a new love, and she is happy, I really do hope that Niklaus leaves her be. She's smiling, and I haven't seen her smile in such a long time. At this moment, we are all happy and at peace.

Myself?

My happiness is whenever my family finds it, something that has been rare. But right now, i'm content, Niklaus makes sure of that. I have been able to wander the French Quarter, and I have never seen anything so beautiful, the lights are magnificent when it is dark. It may not seem much to others, but we have been running from our father for centuries, and we have never been able to stay in one place, which means that we've never really been free. But now, it seems like we are, and when Nik lets me to wander our city, the city that my family is building, I feel free. Nik, as are we, is beginning to believe that we have escaped our father, and because of that, he is letting himself feel.

He is believing that he is better than Mikael, that he isn't the abomination that our father told him. He is building us a home, something that I know means something to him. He isn't nothing, like our father said, he is something much more. My brother is free of Mikael's clutches, he is free of his mental and physical torture he placed upon him, we don't have to fear him anymore. Niklaus doesn't have to live in fear of our father, he now has something that he can call his own, that we can call home. My happiness is laced with Niklaus being happy for once in his life. It is my brother finally believing that he is worth something, that he is special.

My brother isn't a beast. He isn't an abomination. He isn't weak.

He is strong. He is fierce and determined.

Niklaus is a true King.

Despite his flaws, and he does have a lot of them, as do I myself, I love my brother, and I make sure that he doesn't think there is a moment in which I don't. Nik has difficulty trusting others and expressing himself, but I wish that he never doubts my love for him. I do hope that our happiness in New Orleans lasts for a long while because I have finally felt at peace here. Nik has kept his word he swore to me when we were children...we have finally, I hope, escaped our wicked father and for that, I am proud of him. I must go now, Nik has promised that we would join Rebekah with the horses. I adore them, and I know that my brother doesn't share my interest, but he doesn't complain, which is rare for him.

I will write as soon as I can.

Angelica Mikaelson

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