Pairing: Elijah/Tyler-hand, Klaus, Tyler-paddle mild
"Okay, Elena, this is it! If the Strix coven is right, after this, Jeremy's Hunter's Mark should dissolve. Now, the next potential hunter will rise. Hopefully, it's not Matt!" Bonnie joked, only half serious. Bonnie was doing the last preparations for a spell to cure Jeremy of the mark that made him want to hunt and kill vampires.
"Thanks so much for doing this, Bonnie. I can't believe that I missed so much of this. Will you ever forgive me? Honestly, I can't figure out why Stefan and I were so obsessed with being at that Lake House every weekend. It's almost as if we were compelled," Elena mused, not realizing that Elijah actually did compel her to do that. He needed her "mystical blood" and that was the only way he kept the Strix from killing her for it.
"Oh Elena, we're just glad you are back. It felt like you were never around. I actually was starting to want to talk to Damon, that's how bad it got," Bonnie quipped.
"Very funny, Bon-Bon. I love you, too. Now can we hurry this ceremony the hell up. I have to take Ric shoe shopping for the wedding," Damon announced, yawning and reclining on the kitchen counter.
"Off the counter, Damon," Elena scolded, knocking his foot off the counter playfully.
"Sorry, mom, but I'm tired," Damon whined, smiling at Elena.
"Bonnie, can you dump that cup of coffee on Damon's head. Let's finish this," Elena said brightly.
Stefan added, "Ignore my brother, he has not been house trained."
"Hey, I house trained you, little brother. Watch it," Damon warned throwing a dish towel at his head, which he easily dodged.
"Guys, stop it. Let Bonnie concentrate and then it's showtime. I'm going to go check on Jenna," Elena said giving Stefan a peck on the cheek.
"Jeremy, it's time!" Bonnie yelled up the stairs. Jeremy and Matt had been helping Alaric pick out a tie for his wedding. Alaric and Jenna had decided to get married and have a small wedding that evening.
Bonnie successfully completed the spell to remove the mark. Everyone cheered when it disappeared from his forearm. He and Damon even exchanged a special glance.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't kill you," Jeremy grinned.
"I'm glad I didn't kill you, most of the time too, Little Gilbert. Now, I suppose, you're headed back to the Mikaelson Mansion?" Damon replied.
"Yeah, it'd be kinda weird if I was here during Jenna and Ric's honeymoon, so...Yeah," Jeremy explained awkwardly.
"Once you go vampire, you know the rest. As the best man, gotta go," Damon said walking away.
Jeremy rolled his eyes and went to finish packing.
Jenna and Alaric got married at the Mystic Grill that evening. After the wedding, Elena went to stay with Stefan. Matt and Jeremy returned home to the mansion.
Henrik was comfortable being around Mikael. Mikael was trying to teach him modern English and the ways of the world. He would often stare at his father in awe at how old he got "so quickly." For Henrik, last week, he had been in the village surrounded by his family. Henrik also kept asking after his mother, and could not understand how she could be "away." He just could not quite grasp that he had been dead for over 900 years.
Finn was more comfortable being around Mikael than anyone other than Freya. They talked quietly for long periods and then also sat in long silences. Finn seemed relieved to no longer be a vampire and was happiest walking outside in the woods.
Neither boy remembered the Other Side or any afterlife. They were still tired and pale. Freya often went over to the guest house often and brought the boys to visit Mikael.
Rebekah and Kol still gave Mikael the hardest time, constantly bringing up his hunting of the family through the last millennia and how he always wanted them dead. Then, they couldn't help but refer to his abuse of Klaus. Mikael did not try to defend himself, as he had few explanations or excuses.
Rebekah walked over with Freya and the two younger boys, at Freya's request late one afternoon. The talk was so normal and routine that Rebekah snapped.
"Are we really chatting about the weather here? Forgive me for not being able to forget the past. I truly wish I could, but since I cannot, but I should not let you off the hook so easily, Mikael. Father, did you know that I was the one who stole your blade?" Rebekah challenged.
"No, Rebekah. You know I assumed it was Niklaus. I know what I did was... wrong. I would give anything to take that back," Mikael said.
"You almost beat him to death for something I did. Elijah grabbed the whip from you and you threatened him next with it. I had to throw myself in front of Nik to save him from your brutality," Rebekah scoffed.
"I remember. The shame of that day lives in me now, child," Mikael admitted.
"As it should, do you know why I stole your blade?" Rebekah asked sweetly.
"No, I do not," Mikael replied.
"I was going to kill you. Then, after that beating of Nik, I thought I would stab you with your own sword. Elijah stopped me. For a thousand years, he has regretted staying my hand," Rebekah smirked.
"I cannot imagine the pain I caused. Your mother bore me seven healthy children, though I thought Freya was taken by plague. Six of you, were left. I was so angry. I thought I could protect you by keeping you strong, then Henrik died. I blamed Niklaus even more," Mikael started.
"And then you found he wasn't even your son," Rebekah added.
"Yet, he was my son. I never saw him as not my son, even when I hated him. I saw my weaknesses in him. Then, what I hated more, was what I had forced Ester to make all of us: immortal monsters who could not die. Our blood lust, our violence, our strength, was an abomination of nature, I told myself. All the suffering I caused, and for what? Pride? That's all gone now, all I have is regret. I want the time we have left to be good," Mikael said.
"What do you mean, the time we have left?" Rebekah asked.
"I don't trust the Strix. I feel like they are up to something sinister. I know you will all fight to save each other, always and forever. If it comes down to it, sacrifice me. This time I have with all of you, even through your anger, has been the happiest time of my life since the day I found out Freya was gone," Mikael said.
"You have a deal," Rebekah said.
"Father, no. We will find a way to defeat them without anymore of our blood being shed. Please, do not give us so easily. There has to be a way," Freya begged.
"I'm sorry, Freya. I know you don't see him like we do. I hope you never have to. I will not sacrifice a hair on my head for him," Rebekah said walking out alone.
Rebekah hated to leave the rotating shoe closet in her quarters that Klaus had made for her, but their new quarters on the 3rd floor were bigger. They also gave them more privacy. As the only teenage girl in the house, it was nice for Davina to have a room away from the other boys. Elijah hired contractors to turn the empty space into bedrooms, a small kitchen area, a studio area, and storage. They also moved the game room upstairs so Finn and Henrik could move into the bedroom next door. Rebekah busied herself with decorating the areas, with input from Davina. Davina was grateful to be out of the attic of St. Anne's church.
Marcel was still in contact with Father Kieran to see what the status of the witches' hunt for Davina was. Their reach could be wide. They also had to be careful that the Strix didn't realize that they didn't actually have the real Harvest girl.
"Hi love, you are you doing?" Rebekah said finding Davina sketching in her room later that night. She needed to put the stress with Mikael behind her. She would not let that man ruin another second of her life.
"Good. I just don't want to go back, Bex. I like it here with you and Marcel. Everyone here is nice, though Klaus can be kind of scary and Elijah is a tad stuffy. Kol is kinda cute, though. But can we stay long, please?" Davina asked.
"I hope so, Davina. Marcel has a call in to Father Kieran to see what is going on. If the situation with the Crescents gets bad again, Marcel will have to head back. Then again, if the witches are on to you, you can't go back. Maybe just us girls could stay here, though, no matter what? School starts next week. How do you feel about starting back here with the boys?" Rebekah suggested.
"Really! Are you serious? That would be awesome. I haven't been to school since before the Harvest. I mean, I would love that. Do you really mean it?" Davina screeched.
"Shh! I just wanted to run it pass you before talking to Marcel. Yay, we could go school shopping! Promise me you won't say anything.." Rebekah laughed as Davina came over and hopped in front of her in excitement.
"I won't. I swear," Davina agreed.
"And don't let Nik scare you. He can get cranky when things don't go his way and people don't bow down to him, but he means well. And Elijah doesn't like it when things get messy and too expensive, but that is what makes like fun. Some rules are meant to be broken!" Rebekah added.
"Don't let Elijah hear you say that?" Kol called from the open doorway.
"Kol, what are you doing up here?" Rebekah said.
"Oh, we're moving all the game room stuff here to make room for Henrik and Finn. It would be kind of odd if they had to sleep in Freya's lab and the dungeon now that they are awake, no? You two seem to be having a good time," Kol smiled noticing again how pretty Davina was when she was happy.
"Oh, can see this game room?" Davina asked coyly.
As Kol was about to say yes, Rebekah interrupted, "Tomorrow, luv. It's late. Go to sleep. We're talk more later."
"But I'm not tired," Davina protested.
"I said tomorrow. Night, night," Rebekah said vamping over and kissing her goodnight and turning out the light quickly.
Kol said goodnight and left with his sister.
"Hmm, you're kind of the strict mum," Kol joked.
"Kol, you know Marcel is pretty protective of Davina. I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to..." Rebekah started.
"What, sister. I've done nothing, but be polite. You don't have to worry about me," Kol promised.
"Best keep it that way. Marcel might have to lock her back up in a tower if too many boys are...Oh, bloody hell," Rebekah said, noticing Davina's door crack open.
Kol muttered something about the game room and vamped off.
"Davina, what do you need?" Rebekah asked.
"Oh, ah, I was going to ask you if..." Davina started.
"Dear, you are exhausted, if you close your eyes, you'll fall asleep soon," Rebekah assured her.
"I was just wondering if Marcel was going to say goodnight," Davina admitted.
"Of course, he'll be up whenever he is done. I'll see to it. Now, get ready for bed and he'll be in soon when he's done with his meeting," Rebekah said softly.
Tyler thought his anger would dissolve when the Strix spell was complete. It didn't. The Strix had caused him to quit football, fight with Caroline, and have his whole family split up for over a month. It wasn't fair.
"What are you up to, mate?" Kol said hefting one of the pin ball machines ready to move it upstairs.
"Dude, it's like 11 pm. Why are you doing that now?" Tyler asked. He had come out of his room to see what the noise was.
"Well, 'dude', I'm a vampire so you know, night and all that," Kol replied.
"I gotta get back to my room, Uncle Elijah caught me lifting in the weight room alone. I swear I was just doing like two sets. Freaking vampire hearing!" Tyler cursed.
"Hope it was worth it, mate. Why didn't you just come and get me? I would have spotted you. Is Elijah sending Nik up? I don't know...They are in some kind of a meeting last I checked, it was getting tense in there, so I bailed," Kol said starting to heft the machine up again.
"I don't think so. He just told me to go to bed and stay in...," Tyler started.
"...your room, I believe I told you to stay in your room," Elijah called from down the hallway.
Kol muttered, "On that note, I'll take my leave." With his Original vampire strength he carried the pinball machine easily himself up to the 3rd floor. He didn't want to see this.
"I spoke to your father. He's wrapped up with Marcel and this business with the Crescent wolves. He's asked me to show you the errors of your ways, Elijah said gently guiding Tyler back into his bedroom by the back of the neck.
"Come on, Uncle Elijah! I really didn't do anything. I wasn't going to go into muscle failure. Jeez," Tyler whined.
"Tyler, you were told to not lift those heavy weights by yourself multiple times. I just happened to be getting something from Freya and heard you down there. You were lifting way too much to be safe. You disobeyed and now you very well know what is going to happen," Elijah remonstrated.
Tyler took a deep breath and his face colored more with anger than shame.
"Fine, can you just beat me so I can go to bed? I'm tired and I know you are VERY busy with whatever, so I won't hold you up," Tyler snarled.
"Come here, Tyler," Elijah snapped.
Tyler trudged over wanting to resist, but knowing it was futile. There were very vampires alive who could meet his uncle in strength and speed, if you wanted to put Tyler over his knee, Tyler wasn't going to be able to stop him.
Elijah grabbed Tyler and hugged him tightly.
"I'm sorry, Tyler. We've been busy with all the Strix nonsense and trying to help Marcel stay here. I know that spell wasn't a magic bullet to make all your problems go away. The werewolf gene in you will still cause you to get angry, but hopefully with some motivation, we can help you control it," Elijah said patting his back. He could feel the tension and rage coursing through the boy's body. Elijah did not want to have to smack him, but he had been warned about lifting heavy weights alone. Maybe Tyler needed to just let out these emotions that plagued him?
"I just want to rip something or someone apart, I thought lifting mine help. It didn't," Tyler admitted.
"I'm sorry, Tyler. I don't want to spend the little time we have together spanking you. But a promise is a promise," Elijah said dragging him to the couch. He put Tyler over his lap and pinned him quickly with his arm.
Elijah thought to make this fast and furious.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Tyler's felt those cracks through his shorts and couldn't help but try to move out of the way. Then, he felt his shorts come down to below his backside. His briefs were left in place.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Elijah's hand came down across both cheeks hard and fast. Tyler moaned and tried to wiggle off Elijah's lap with no success.
Elijah swatted him hard all over his cloth covered backside another two minutes until he could see the pink peek out from below his underpants. Before it was over, Tyler was kicking and started crying against his will. Elijah was spanking him harder and faster than ever before. He stopped and rubbed Tyler's throbbing backside a minute and tapped it lightly before asking, "Are you ever going to lift those heavy weights again without a spotter?"
Tyler sobbed, "No, s-sir."
"Do you think you can just break the rules and get away with it?" Elijah pressed.
"No, Uncle, 'Lijah, I-I'm s-ss-sorry," Tyler wailed trying to throw his hands back to rub. Elijah was holding him so that wasn't possible. He wanted this sting to make an impression on the mortal boy. He couldn't imagine what they would do if he had an accident.
Still staring at the carpet, Tyler heard Elijah say "come in."
"Is he learning a good lesson, Elijah?" Klaus inquired.
"I hope so, brother. He did a dangerous and naughty thing," Elijah said still patting Tyler's behind.
"Yes, Dad. I l-learned. I'm sorry I d-disobeyed y-you," Tyler cried.
Klaus sat on the couch next to his brother, who stood up Tyler. Tyler's hand's went right to his bottom.
"None of that now, go to your father," Elijah warned steering him to Klaus, after yanking off his shorts completely. Elijah patted Tyler's head and said, "You did well, we'll spend sometime together this week with you not over my knee. Be good."
Tyler nodded and looked at his father.
"Are you mad at me?" Tyler asked softly.
"Hey, no, I'm not angry with you. Disappointed that your actions put yourself in danger, but not disappointed in you. Never, I love you," Klaus said firmly.
"Sorry," Tyler cried.
"You know what I had threatened you with if you did this again," Klaus said holding up the small paddle he had brought in with him.
Tyler whined and started to cover up his behind again.
"None of that," Klaus said, still holding him standing up. He turned him to the side and peeled down his briefs to just below his bottom to see the condition of his backside. It was pink from the vigorous hand spanking, he could take a few swats and be just fine.
Pop! Klaus swatted the center of the right cheek.
Pop! Left cheek.
Tyler again tried to protect his behind. Klaus clasped both of Tyler's hand's behind his back and bent him over his left knee.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Klaus brought the light paddle down firmly in a random matter to cover the entire area. Tyler howled, but with his hands pinned behind, he couldn't move much.
Klaus was flicking his wrist slightly, but the paddle made a popping sound. It burned and stung, but wasn't causing a deep ache. Klaus deciding to give him another round of swats and then stop. Tyler was crying hard and begging for the paddling to cease, but Klaus forced himself to continue.
Klaus finally put the paddle down and carefully pulled up Tyler's briefs when Tyler's bottom was completely red. Tyler yelped and squirmed as the cloth scraped against his raw skin. The cotton briefs were snug and his backside throbbed and stung powerfully.
"There better not be another time, Tyler. Because if so, I will remove all of those machines from this house. I need to be able to trust you to behave yourself. I know you think you won't get hurt, but you are mortal. It can happen. I love you too much to risk that," Klaus said. He sat Tyler down right on his lap. Tyler bounced up and down as his sore bottom hit Klaus's hard thigh.
"Owww, it hurts so bad," Tyler cried.
"Oh, what a fuss. You've had much harder spankings. I barely paddled you hard at all. Now, settle down or you will get a real spanking and an essay on muscle failure and weight room safety assigned," Klaus warned.
"No, n-noo, I'll behave. My butt really stings," Tyler moaned.
"Okay, there, there. All done," Klaus said smiling and patting his back softly. He had missed Tyler so much and worried about him. He hated to have to spank him, when he'd rather be taking him to do something fun or just hanging out. But Marcel had needed him here, and there were other responsibilities.
"Dad, sorry about all this," Tyler said sleepily.
"Shh, it's over. Go to sleep. I've got ya," Klaus whispered still patting his back softly.
Tyler sniffled and fell asleep while Klaus was holding him. Klaus laid him carefully on his stomach in bed in just his underwear and t-shirt.
For once, Tyler didn't dream of being a wolf or hunting. He didn't remember dreaming anything at all.