Help
The blood oozed out of the flesh wound in my gut. I kept half running half walking down the dark street hoping none would notice me. My luck held but the blood loss was making me go weak. My vampire healing hadn't kicked in yet for some reason. I recognized the big oak doors of the compound. The Mikaelson compound, I thought. I started running slightly faster. Reaching the doors, I leaned against the doors and looked back to check if I was being pursued. I couldn't see anyone in the street, still, I felt as though someone was watching.
The pain increased sharply, I cried out and collapsed on the floor. "Help!" I yelled. My vision went red and I had to blink multiple times before it turned normal and I saw someone rushing towards me. A blonde, tall woman dressed in pajamas and another girl was on her heels who seemed to recognise me. A short brunette who not very long ago had a wall thrown on her. Hope Mikaelson vamped in front of her aunt Freya and held me by the throat against the wall.
"Hope! What are you doing?" Freya yelled.
"Aunt Freya, he is dangerous. Remember the person I told you about, the one who killed a god? This is him." She said while maintaining eye contact with me.
"Call Rebekah," I said, wincing with pain, "Just please. She will explain everything."
"Hope, let go of him. Now!" Freya said with authority, "Keelin, call Rebekah. Hope, did you not hear what I just said?!"
Hope grit her teeth and let me go where I promptly collapsed on the floor, again. Freya rushed to my side and saw me bleeding.
"He is a vampire but he is not healing. Hope get me some bandages from Keelin's drawer." She said while summoning a cloth and applied pressure to my wound. Hope vamped away and returned with a roll of bandages, cotton and alcohol just moments later.
"I called Rebekah…." Keelin said before she saw what was happening, "Here, let me." She took over from Freya and applied alcohol on the cotton. "This is going to hurt." She warned. Tell me something new, I thought. She dabbed my wound with the cotton and I screamed out, she still went on and I almost blacked out. She stopped with the cotton and started to dress the wound. Once she was done, Freya put me to sleep using a spell.
The next day when I woke up I couldn't remember the event of the night before. I looked around the room before the memories came back. The room had green walls, a window to my right was covered with blinds and allowed minimal sunlight into the room. A dressing table next to me had a glass of water on it covered by a coaster. I sat up and realised that I was shirtless. I tapped around me in hopes of finding a shirt, no such luck. Just then, the door opened and Freya walked in.
"Hi. Ahi right?" She asked me. I nodded.
"There's a bathroom there," She said motioning to a door on her right, "There's everything you need inside. Join us downstairs if you can otherwise just call out."
"Thank you, I will." I said, she gave me a quick smile and left the room. I got up and gasped with pain. I slowly made my way to the bathroom and saw a pair of clothes neatly folded placed on the towel rack. I brushed, bathed and changed. I looked at myself in the full length mirror next to the bed. The reflection staring at me looked like someone from the street. Five foot ten, lean, brown skinned me looked away from the mirror and I made my way to the kitchen.
The hallway outside had pictures of the Mikaelson family hanging on them. One picture was a family portrait taken shortly before Klaus' death, I guessed. The stairs ended on the patio and I walked to the dining room. My presence didn't go unnoticed. Sitting at the head of the table was Freya, who was busy feeding a baby. On her right sat Keelin. Marcel got up from next to Keelin and came over to me.
"You look like hell." He told me, eyeing me from top to bottom.
"Pretty sure I look better than when you were in that foxhole trying to run from the German army." I retorted.
"It's good to see you man." Marcel said before embracing me.
"Yeah, me too." I patted his back before he let go. "Good morning Rebekah, I hear congratulations are in order. Although you could do better."
Marcel threw a butter knife at me and I caught it before it embedded itself in my eye. "Will you look at that, your aim got better." I said putting the knife on the table.
"Gentlemen, please there are kids around." Rebekah said, "Thank you Ahi but I am happy with what I got."
"No problem. Keelin, thank you for putting that bandage on me." I looked at Keelin.
"Don't worry about it. How's the wound……"
"Okay what's going on? I tell you he threw a wall at me and you are treating him with pancakes?" A voice from behind me said. Everyone's attention went to Hope who walked past me and sat next to Rebekah and Freya.
"To be honest Hope, I have thrown a grenade at Marcel, stabbed Rebekah, snapped Elijah's neck, gutted Kol and thrown Klaus to the wolves more times than I can count." I said.
"It's true. Mostly, also what grenade?" Rebekah asked me.
"It was a thing." I shrugged.
"I don't care. If what you said is true, dad would have killed you." Hope said very matter of factly.
"Nik tried Hope. Ahi also proved himself to be resourceful and escaped every time Nik tried." Rebekah told her.
"Considering I saved his life more than I put it in danger, he was always very grateful. Although I am sure he wanted to put me under his compulsion. You see, I have fed Mikael corrupted intel whenever he got too close to your father. He had the braincells of a donkey. Well, that would be degrading the donkey more." I said.
"Ha, couldn't agree more." Rebekah said.
"The point is, you had imprisoned me and I didnt like it one bit. So yes, to escape I dropped a wall on you but in case you didn't notice, no one was hurt. No one except your friend Lizzie, who I compelled."
"So what are you doing here exactly?" Marcel asked me.
"Last thing I remember is that I was hunting the gods," I said, taking a seat, "Or at least I thought I was. I walked into a trap and we got ambushed. Dawar and I were separated while we were escaping. Last I saw him, Dawar was mildly injured but I had gotten stabbed by a godly weapon and the wound didn't heal so I came to the one place I knew I could get help and supplies." I took a pancake on my plate and started eating it.
"Okay, how can we help?" Rebekah asked me.
"That's kind of you to offer but you have helped me quite a bit. All I need is a drive to the bank and then I'll never come within any of your sights again." I said taking another huge chunk of my pancake.
"I can do that. But I think you should stay here, at least until you recover." Keelin said.
"I agree. Besides, you and I need to catch up. How about we drag Kol out here?" Marcel asked me, a grin on his face.
"As much as I would love to meet Kol again, I don't want to overstay my welcome." I said making eye contact with everyone except Hope.
"Good. I'll drop you wherever you want to go by myself." Hope said.
"Hope!" Marcel scolded her.
"What? He doesn't want to be here, why should we indulge him?" Hope defended herself.
"It's okay, Marcel," I said before the conflict escalated, "Keelin, I really appreciate your help. Hope, I am sorry we met the way we did and I understand why you feel this way. Marcel, if you could drop me to the bank, I would be grateful."
"No problem." Marcel said, he was still looking at Hope.
