I re-wrote this sorry for the grammar mistakes :(
Paris, 1927
She dreams of freedom.
As she sits at the bar of the speakeasy, sipping her champagne and admiring Niklaus's beauty from afar, she dreams of freedom.
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She hasn't felt freedom in almost a millennia. Not since that time she tried to jump off the cliff, just to see if she would stay still in the air for a few seconds before the inevitable fall.
The next day she became the first vampire to have ever been sired.
She listens to the soft jazz playing and gets lost in the music. Then she hears Niklaus's loud belly laugh and opens her eyes.
Niklaus Mikaelson, her sire yet not her maker.
She has crossed paths with Nikalus several times over the centuries, perhaps too many times. Sometimes as his enemy, sometimes as his ally, sometimes for companionship, sometimes to view the world from his perspective, but most times out of convenience, and it seems that every time she crosses paths with him she grows to hate him a little bit more.
All this because he has been able to escape the same demons that haunt her.
"You could come with me," Niklaus had said to her once, "I'll take you wherever you wish."
She had smiled at that, there it was the typical Niklaus trying to play the classic romantic, he always did love the art of seduction. But she could read between the lines, moreover, she could read him, after all, she was one of the only people to have known him as a human.
"I'll take you wherever you wish," they both knew she wouldn't wish to go to any place their demon would find them. She wouldn't put it past Niklaus to kill her the moment she gave him a location, after all, as she had said, they had met many times as enemies, then again she wouldn't be foolish enough to think Niklaus would actually believe in any location she gave him.
Enemies, friends, allies, lovers, you could never tell which one would be which with them.
Sometimes she thought him to be the greatest love she'd ever have (or at least the only romantic partner to have never died by her demon's hand. Yet). Others her best friend, she didn't have the time to make many others throughout the centuries, she was more a collector of favors instead of friends.
Sometimes they were allies after all their relationship had always been one of convenience. Whether it be sex, information, simple company, schemes, revenge, they always seemed to interact when they both where in need of something that they could only trust the other to provide. But most times she had thought him to be the greatest enemy she would ever have. After all, if it hadn't been for her acquaintanceship with him her demon would've never taken her hostage.
If it hadn't been for their friendships Mikael wouldn't have taken her freedom.
Yes, her demon has a name, Mikael Mikaelson; Niklaus's step-father, known to others as "The vampire who hunts vampires," and "The Destroyer."
To her, he was known as the asshole who took her hostage and who she couldn't seem to escape, no matter how much she tried. Because she had tried, for almost 1000 years, but every time she made it out something pulled her back in.
It wasn't respect, or loyalty, or twisted love that kept her with him. She had no respect for that monster, tended to screw him over whenever he sent her to run "errands," she certainly didn't love him, on the contrary, she found him a repulsive pig. In fact, if there was something she wanted more than her freedom it was his death, after all, she had spent centuries trying to find a way to do it.
If only she could get her hands in that white oak stake he's saving for Niklaus.
And yet she always went back to him.
Niklaus had asked her once, "Why do you go back to him?"
She hadn't answered his question, because she wasn't sure. Lie, she knew exactly why she went back to him.
It's as if, she gets this terrible feeling of uncomparable fear when she's near Mikael, but when she's away, that terrible feeling magnifies 1000 times and instead of getting a sense of uncomparable fear, she loses her sense of belonging. She feels as if she is nothing without him as if she had no purpose.
He molded her into the perfect little soldier she is today, his thoughts are her thoughts, his feelings are her feelings. He has cast her away countless times only to have her come back crawling to him, seeking his approval. He has tortured her, shamed, and punished her, and belittled her in ways no other being could ever imagine.
He created her, by doing things no being could imagine.
Except Nikalus, she found herself thinking. He could imagine it.
Maybe that's why whenever she escaped Mikael she somehow found her way to Niklaus, not just convenience but a sense of familiarity.
It was a pattern, after escaping Mikael she would spend decades wandering around and somehow find her way to Niklaus. She would stay with him for months, sometimes even years - once she stayed with him for a whole decade - because aside from the fact that it was convenient to live with some who was on the run from the same person, it was also nice to be with someone who understood her pain.
But after some time she would feel anger and envy and hate for the bastard Mikaelson because they both know he's just as haunted as she is, yet somehow he lives. He travels and enjoys and indulges in everything the world has to offer. She merely exists, like doll watching as life passes her by, like a prisoner of the world.
Niklaus had asked her once, "Why do you go back to him?"
Because if she was going to be a prisoner of someone, it is going to be on her terms. At least that way if she can't have freedom in her life, she'll have some control over it. However little it may be, it is still control.
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She dreams of freedom.
As she sits at the bar of the speakeasy, sipping her champagne and admiring Niklaus's beauty from afar, she dreams of freedom.
She puts her champagne down and slides out of the booth she was sitting in, getting ready to give up the little freedom she had acquired over the past 27 years, five of which she has spent with Niklaus.
She doesn't enjoy feeling his gaze on her as she walks towards the exit door, so she doesn't look back. She's made the mistake of doing so in the past, during similar moments to this. She had never liked what she'd find in his eyes, sympathy, understanding, confusion, pity, anger, accusation, nonchalance, sometimes even a mix of all seven.
She didn't know which one was worse so after some time she just stopped looking back. Niklaus was the only comfort that she had during her extremely unpleasant moments with Mikael, as selfish as it sounded the knowledge that there was someone out there who understood her was nice, she didn't want the last memory she'd have of him for a while be any of the looks he had given her before.
She didn't bother to pick up her jacket before she left, it's smelled of her new fragrance and know Niklaus enjoys sniffing at it. Call it a parting gift for him, she smirks, until she sees him again that is.
It's snowing outside and she enjoys feeling the cold snowflakes that stick to her skin as well as the cold breeze, as a vampire, you didn't feel weather unless it was absolutely extreme. As a prisoner she hadn't felt much of anything over the past 1000 years, this is the last taste of her personal Utopia for a while, she'll be damn sure to enjoy it before going back to her personal hell.
And of course, she knows exactly where Mikael is, after all, him chasing her had never been the issue, the true issue lied in her feeling the need to go back to him no matter the distance she would put between them.
He's in South America, Puerto Iguazu, Argentina to be exact, why? She wasn't sure, as far as she remembers he couldn't even speak Spanish, the one language he had never bother learning. Nevertheless, that's where she was headed, whether she'd be getting there on foot, boat, or plain was left to be seen. Perhaps she'd swim.
She dreams of freedom, maybe one day she'll get it.
Until then, she won't rest until Mikael Mikaelson is nothing but ashes.
In case anyone was lost the demon she is talking about is in fact, Mikael.