Change the Past: Chapter 24
Territory
Sorry guys I know I said I'd update yesterday, it's really weird getting back in the habit of writing after being gone for 4 weeks, but I will try and update more often though I can't promise it will be everyday. Thanks for reading!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own TVD- anything recognizable belongs to Julie Plec. Unbeta-ed. All mistakes are my own.
Unknown man
Speaks to the world
Sucking your trust
A trap in every world
War for territory
War for territory
Choice control
Behind propaganda
Poor information
To manage your anger
War for territory
War for territory
Dictators' speech
Blasting off your life
Rule to kill the urge
Dumb assholes' speech
Years of fighting
Teaching my son
To believe in that man
Racist human being
Racist ground will live
Shame and regret
Of the pride
You've once possessed
War for territory
War for territory
-Territory, Sepultura
Marcel smirked evilly, he knew how to get to the Mikaelson's. Soon there would be no one to challenge his authority. No one to take away his power, and he relished in the victory that was soon to occur. Davinia watched his ruthless expression uncertainly. Was she doing the right thing? Quickly she squashed her uncertainty. She was doing this for her brother, it didn't matter if it was the right thing or not. All that mattered was family, family above all.
After their lovemaking, the couple slowly crawled out of bed, redressing slowly. There was a war waiting for them, but the Mikaelson's would face it united, as a family. As it was said a thousand years ago: Always and Forever.
They stepped out of the house, prepared for the worst. As they walked down Bourbon Street, the sun began to lower in the sky. Turning Klaus led them into a bar, where an attractive man was singing.
The man had dark skin and a charisma oozed from him, yet there was a sense of danger, ruthlessness, coldness. Caroline shivered. Whoever this man was, he was not friend. Next to her Klaus stiffened, his eyes never leaving the man, who had exited the stage and was being greeted by a loud group of men, all clearly supernatural.
Caroline stifled a small gasp, vampires. They were all vampires. Her eyes fell to the dark man's hands and there it was: a daylight ring. Her eyes flicked to the other men surrounding him. A gaudy ring sat on each vampires finger. Looking to Klaus, she saw his eyes had also caught the rings. Suddenly the man turned, as if having sensed their presence. He walked toward them as the bar fell silent.
"Been a long time Marcel," Klaus said, his voice a barely disguised growl. The man, Marcel smirked. "Been about a century since that nasty buisness with your old man." Klaus glared, "Yes well, lucky for us I recently incinerated him to dust." Marcel's eyebrows rose in feigned surprise. "If I'd known you and your family were coming..." Klaus stepped forward, "What Marcel, what would you have done?" "I'd have thrown you a damn parade," he said smiling widely and embracing Klaus who in turn smiled though it didn't reach his eyes.
"So tell me Niklaus, I recognize Rebekah, Kol and Elijah, but who's the boy?" his eyes fell to Caroline, and he cocked his head to one side, "And who's this tasty little thing?" He made a move to step towards her but was instead met by Klaus' hand. He turned toward him with an incredulous look on his face.
Klaus snarled. There was no way in hell he was letting Marcel touch Caroline. Marcel's eyes widened, then he laughed. "Klaus, are you really so foolish as to care for someone?" He chuckled evilly, "Or is she just a plaything. If so can I share? She looks..." he cocked his head, his eyes roaming her body, "Talented." Snarling, Klaus stepped forward, his eyes flashing yellow. "You see I wouldn't do that if I were you Marcel," he growled out. "If you so much as touch her, I'll tear out your liver and make you eat it." Marcel smirked before raising his hands in defeat. "Got it, she's all yours." Klaus' eyes flashed gold once more in warning before backing off.
The entire room had gone silent, all eyes and ears following the confrontation. Klaus had marked his territory, as the noise level rose again, more than one set of eyes flicked to the blonde vampire. All wondering the same thing, who was she? And why was she so important to the Original Hybrid? Other than her beauty, not much was apparent about the young vampire. She was one to watch, they decided. There was something about her though, something subtle radiating in the air surrounding her, yet no one could quite place it.
After they had had a few rounds of drinks, the Mikaelson's left the bar and headed back to their home. For the past few hours since the confrontation, Caroline had been surprisingly silent. As they drove, more than once Klaus' eyes flicked to her face, noting the slight creases near her brow indicating she was deep in thought. When they reached the manor, she accepted his hand silently and together the couple entered the manor, while the rest of the family was left to their own devices.
Quietly, Henrik and Matt left the house and headed back to the Quarter to explore. Sitting down in a bar they ordered beers, smiling at the cute waitress serving them who returned the smile, her blue eyes resting on Henrik for an extra second. As she walked away to another table, his eyes followed her. Matt chuckled, "You have no shot dude. Did you see her?" Henrik only smiled to himself in response. Davinia, he thought, what a beautiful name.
Back in the manor, Caroline's silence was driving Nik insane. Crouching down to meet her eyes, he silently pleaded for her to speak, his cerulean eyes filled with emotion. Looking up at him, she spoke, shocking him with her words. "If you're king, I want to be queen," she said her eyes glinting with hope. He stared at her dumbfounded. "You are my queen," he replied, still shocked. She smiled at him, "To you I am, but to the rest of New Orleans I'm just some baby vamp with a pretty face. I need to be a queen worthy of New Orleans and of you."
"But you are worthy of me sweetheart. In fact if anyone is unworthy of the other, it's me of you!" he cried his words filled with emotion. "Nik, I'm not girly little small town Caroline anymore. I'm your's and I need to prove myself in this city. Gain respect, loyalty. If we're taking down Marcel, I need to be involved. I need to be queen." His heart swelled with a new level of respect for his love. She really wasn't girly little Caroline anymore, she was a queen and not just to him, but soon to all of New Orleans. He nodded, "You're right love," he said causing her to light up with joy, embracing him.
"You will be queen, and they will all love you as much as they respect you." She smiled, pulling back to look into his eyes. "Let's go out tonight. Afterall, it's not often a new queen arrives." He smiled, pulling her close to his own body, feeling her delicious curves against his chest. "Not often indeed," he said before leaning in and kissing her passionately. She moaned, slamming him against the wall, ripping his shirt in half before reclaiming his mouth. He groaned in pleasure and pain, "God I love you." She smiled at him before flashing them up to bed.
The Mikaelson's waited at the bottom of the stairs for Rebekah, Bonnie and Caroline. Matt turned to Klaus, "What could be taking them so long?" He opened his mouth to reply, glancing to the steps then freezing his mouth hanging slightly open. Matt turned, "Woah..."
So, Caroline is embracing her "darker side" which is not actually meant to be dark, she's just accepting that this is her now. She's still light of course, but she's not going to shy away from the inevitable battle that will occur. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed, please leave a review they make my day!
Until next time, XOXO Elle