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The characters may seem OC, but I believe that they would be slightly different if they had a calmer, neutral authority figure who treated the siblings equally rather than just Elijah whose main priority has always been Niklaus and his redemption. With Hela present, keeping Klaus in check, Finn was never abandoned in his coffin, Kol was not neglected, Niklaus was loved and less cruel, Elijah had less responsibility for his siblings, and Rebekah was allowed to love more freely. Hela's authority as their older sister kept their worst insecurities at bay. When she was gone, they manifested once more, stronger than ever.
We'll find out more about Henrik later. Hint: Goddess of Death
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Chapter 2: Killing with Kindness
His elder sister. His protector. She was killed by their father when she was trying to protect him. She died before his eyes. Killed by their father. It broke his family. Finn wanted to hunt Mikael down to get revenge for their sister. He wanted to rally his siblings with him who wanted to hunt Mikael and kill him for killing their older sister.
But Klaus wanted to run. He would never admit it, but he was afraid. Mikael had killed their sister. He could kill the others. He didn't want to lose any more siblings. He would not let Finn drag Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik to a war they could not win. He didn't want to die and be left alone. Driven by fear and paranoia, he daggered his eldest brother. Better he sleeps in a coffin than die forever. He had lost his older sister. He would not lose his eldest brother.
Kol was grieving his sister when he found out that Klaus had also daggered his eldest brother. He was furious. Kol never cared for Marcel, so he tried to use the boy to get back at Nik. But Elijah betrayed him and he ended up daggered. Finn was his favorite brother and Klaus always used to daggers to threaten them to keep them in line. He also used their sister's corpse as a bargaining chip to control them. When Kol awoke in the 20th century, he set out to get back at his bastard brother. Kol was always friends with witches and he sought to make a dagger that would work on Niklaus. But Nik got wind of his plans and daggered him again.
Henrik was furious at his brother. He couldn't stand to watch as his siblings were put in coffins one by one, so he ran from his family. Klaus hunted his youngest brother, creating death and destruction as he searched the world for Henrik. Vampires and witches fell at his hands as he went on a warpath, but he could never find Henrik. Even to this day, he searches for his youngest brother. Klaus cracked down on his siblings as his paranoia became worse. Henrik ran. Why couldn't they see that he wanted to protect them? Kol tried to dagger him. Finn would have gotten himself killed if he hunted Mikael. His sister was killed. One by one his family was leaving him.
Rebekah fell in love with Marcel. How could she? How could she try to take his son from him? And how dare Marcel try to take his sister from him? He gave Marcel an ultimatum. Power or love. Becoming a vampire or loving Rebekah? Marcel chose power. Rebekah remained in the coffin for decades. After decades of mourning, he finally undaggered Rebekah. Marcel was his lieutenant and had proven his loyalty. Klaus thought he would not leave so he awoke Rebekah and gave her and Marcel his blessing.
But Mikael found them again, forcing them to flee the city they built from the ground up. He could still feel the white oak stake against his back whenever he thought of that moment. He and Rebekah were forced to separate from Elijah as they went on the run. He had lost his son, his brother, and his family home. All he had was Rebekah. He wouldn't lose her too. But she tried to leave him for Stefan Salvatore. Why couldn't she understand that he needed her? He couldn't lose any more family. It's better for her to be in a coffin.
He finally met up with Elijah in the 1930s and Elijah wanted their family back. No. He didn't want to let them go until he dealt with Mikael and the threat against their lives was eradicated. No. He would not let them go, so he told Elijah that he threw them into the sea. Klaus wanted Elijah to believe him and give up on his siblings, but at the same time, he hoped Elijah had enough faith in him not to believe his lie. He would kill his own family and make them sleep for decades on end, but he was not so cruel as to dump their bodies into the sea as fish food. His heart broke when Elijah swore revenge for his family and ran from him.
He was truly alone.
Hela always liked to enter a room with a show of force so it wasn't unexpected that she pinned him to a wall with her Necroswords and spikes. She apologized and then released him and told their siblings that she wanted all of them to be a family again, him included. His siblings argued, but Hela was still the eldest and the de facto head of the family. She was the one they always followed and always had the last word on every decision they made as a family. Klaus breathed a sigh of relief that his siblings would not leave with Hela's return.
What he was not expecting was to be turned into a pincushion for his siblings as they recounted all his misdeeds to their older sister.
"He daggered me." Finn threw a dagger into Niklaus' body into the wall.
"He daggered me," Kol complained. "Twice." He threw two daggers into Niklaus.
"He's the reason Henrik ran. We have no idea where he is. It's been 150 years." When Hela heard that, She threw a long spear into Niklaus' gut, causing him to let out a guttural growl. "Sister, please..."
"Shush Niklaus," Hela reprimanded.
"He daggered me for loving Marcel for over fifty years, then again for loving Stefan for 90 years." Rebekah threw her two daggers
"He told me he threw our siblings into the sea." Elijah was not taking part in the daggering game. He simply reported Niklaus' inequities to his older sister.
"And you spent decades trying to kill me and almost succeeded," Klaus countered. "He allied with my enemies and tried to rip my heart out after I broke my curse." He looked at his sister pleadingly, who looked at Elijah for his explanation.
"After we believed that you had died, Niklaus went on a rampage and blamed it on the witches. A woman I cared for deeply was killed. We lost New Orleans when Mikael came and I was still mourning after decades. I was devastated when I heard that he had thrown the coffins into the sea," Elijah lowered his head. "My apologies sister, I was not thinking clearly."
"When he heard that our father was coming, he left me here alone," Rebekah cried as she looked at her brother.
Hela stood up slowly. "You did what? You left Rebekah here, with our enemies, with our father, unprotected?"
"I..." Niklaus had no words as Hela stalked toward him. The disappointment and fury in her eyes toward him were more painful than the blades in his body.
"Niklaus, the one person we have always stood together against has always been our father. How could you leave our sister at that monster's mercy?"
He was afraid. The moment Damon mentioned Mikael's name, he didn't think. His fear of his father and his sense of self-preservation overrode his instinct to protect his sister. He just ran and forgot about Rebekah. He couldn't look at his siblings.
"Niklaus, look at me." She raised his head, holding him in her hands as she looked into his eyes as though she was trying to compel him. "Don't you ever think of abandoning our siblings again. We are the Mikaelsons. We are stronger together. We protect one another. Do you understand?"
Niklaus nodded. "Yes, sister."
"And he killed our mother."
Hela stopped. She slowly turned around, her eyes scanning her siblings. Finn showed no reaction. Neither did Elijah or Kol, who simply shrugged as he drank from his wine glass.
"Yes, and?" She shrugged her shoulders as she looked at Rebekah. "If it was me, I would've killed her as well."
Rebekah stepped forward. "What?" she gasped.
"Niklaus killed because he got there first. It could've been Finn, Elijah, or Kol."
"She sold Freya."
"She killed Tatia."
"She took away my magic."
All the brothers had a reason to hate their mother. Rebekah and Henrik were the youngest of the siblings so they were often protected from the worst of their father's wrath. Hela, Niklaus, and Kol were the ones Mikael took his anger out on the most. The most their mother ever did for them was stop Mikael from delivering the killing blow. "She watched as Mikael terrorized us. She did nothing when he beat us. We lived with our parents the longest. Our mother was a cruel woman who sold her own children. Yes, some mothers allowed their husbands to beat their children in the village but our mother was a witch. She could've protected us. She should've protected us from him. It was her duty and she failed. It was me who tended to Niklaus, Kol, and Elijah's wounds. It was me who was beaten before you were born. I was the one who protected all of you from them." She slowly approached Rebekah, who was sobbing. "I'm sorry she was never the mother you wished her to be. Our brothers and I protected you and Henrik from the worst of it all."
There was silence in the room as Hela held Rebekah as she sobbed. "I'm sorry, sister. I didn't know."
"It's alright, Rebekah," Hela said as she passed her hands soothingly on Rebekah's back. "As your older sister, it is my duty to protect you. Even from our parents."
Kol groaned as he pulled Rebekah from their sister's embrace. "That's enough now, Bekah. No need to be a crybaby. All of us wanted to kill mother, no need to monopolize our sister." Kol placed a kiss on his elder sister's cheek. "You look beautiful considering you've been dead for two hundred years."
Hela smirked as she looked up and down at Kol, who held his nose up high, waiting for a compliment. "I can't say the same of you, Kol."
Kol huffed. "Your death must've done something to your eyesight if you can't appreciate this fine specimen," he said as he motioned to his body.
Elijah walked up and kissed Hela on her cheek. "I can't express how happy I am to see you again, sister."
"Me as well," Finn added as he wrapped his arm around his sister.
"I'm happy to see you all." They all turned to the growl coming from the pincushion on the wall. "Yes, you as well, Niklaus. I will explain everything that happened 200 years ago to all of you later. When we find Henrik. Tonight, I need to bath and rest." Hela turned around to leave the room.
"Sister," Niklaus called out to her.
Hela walked backward to come face to face with Niklaus. "Yes. Now, what shall we do about you?"
Klaus chuckled nervously. "Sister, please."
"Shall we leave him here for the night?" Hela asked her siblings.
Kol huffed and rolled his eyes, "Sister, you're always soft on Nik."
"No need to be jealous, Kol," Hela replied. "I'm soft on all of you." She held a finger up. "Oh, I have it." She took Niklaus' head in her hands and before he could protest, she snapped his neck with a flick of her wrist. "When he wakes, he'll have quite a bit of trouble removing the weapons from his body." The daggers the siblings had been throwing into Klaus were made by Hela. Although the Necrodaggers would not kill him, they would slowly sap his body of its energy, leaving him weak. They were not permanent like the ash daggers, but Hela knew that causing Klaus' pain would be a more than satisfactory punishment for the siblings. They could never stay angry at each other for long.
Hela turned around and walked up the stairs. "Goodnight brothers, sister." She knew all of his betrayals would be forgotten by the morning.
With a sneer at Klaus, the rest of the siblings followed their sister up to their rooms to rest for the night.
Hela Odinsdottir was born on Asgard as the child of the All-father, the firstborn and heir to the throne. She spent her life training to be a great warrior. When she came of age, her father sent her to the battlefield. She was born to war and conquer. Entire civilizations fell under Odin's thrall because of Hela. She was his executioner and weapon of mass destruction. And she relished in it because she knew it was what she was born to do. Odin sought to rule the Realms and Hela wanted to please her father. She marched to war with him, killed for him and all of Asgard. She was Asgards's strength and Asgard was her strength.
And one day, everything would be hers to rule.
Until it wasn't. As her father grew old, he no longer wanted to conquer. He wanted to leave a legacy of peace and life. Hela was a creature born for battle. Without war, she had no purpose. She had grown restless as she watched her father trying to negotiate with the people he ruled rather than conquer as he always had. He controlled her and kept her and her legions leashed like a dog. When he was dissatisfied, he had no problem letting her loose of his enemies to keep them compliant. There was no place for her in his ideal world. So she was cast out and locked away for thousands of years. When she tried to escape, he sent his army to kill her. She took great pleasure in murdering his glorified warriors, the Valkyries.
But she was still locked in a prison that bore her name. There was no place for her in the world she had created. She decided then that if there was no place for her in her father's Realms, she would conquer her own. So she waited and honed her powers.
She sensed when Odin's life force disappeared, opening the door out of her prison. She did not expect what she encountered on the other side. "You must be Hela. I'm Thor, son of Odin." She was enraged when she heard those words. He used her and abandoned her, erased her from existence, and gave everything that was rightfully hers to a golden boy. Odin even gave Thor Mjolnir, her Warhammer.
"You don't look like him." Hela kept her face impassive, not allowing her temper and pride to swell to the surface. She had been taught manners and etiquette before she could even walk.
"Perhaps we can come to an agreement."
"You sound like him." But Hela was a pragmatic person. She could sense the power radiating from Thor and the young frost giant. Even from this distance, she could feel the coldness of the ice. But it was unrefined. Their powers had so much untapped potential. She could work with that. If they submit. "Kneel."
"I beg your pardon."
Hela rolled her eyes as she brandished her sword. "Kneel. Before your queen." And her pride overtook her. They didn't submit. She had thought she had killed them and Asgard was fresh for the taking, but everyone was fighting against her. Everyone had forgotten her and the glorious warrior age of Asgard. Even Heimdall, who knew her since she was a child, plotted with her brothers against her. No one respected her as the firstborn. Her temper flared and she killed all of them. She destroyed the gilded plaques Odin used to cover up Asgard's bloody past.
Even her younger brothers had no respect for her. Even so, she was still Asgard's might and Asgard was her power. No matter how much they fought, no one could kill her. She would be victorious even if she had to cut off her younger brothers' heads.
It was clever of them to awaken Surtur and activate Ragnarok. Destroying Asgard was the only way to destroy her.
A thousand years ago
With a swing of Surtur's Twilight Sword, she fell and her spirit scattered through the cosmos. Her spirit remained in the darkness, slowly reforming itself. She remained in the darkness for quite a while before she had a sense of self. There was sound. She was opening and closing her mouth, but all she swallowed was liquid. She was in a tight space. She slowly gained awareness of her body. It was warm. The darkness was not suffocating but comforting. After a time, she realized that there was someone else with her in the space. It was difficult to move with someone else sharing the tight space, but she was at ease with the other being. Energy surrounded her. Magic. She could feel magic in the space.
It was different from her Seidr and the other types of extradimensional magic used by the sorcerers on Midgard and the other realms. She was intrigued. Even though she was a warrior proficient in many different weapons, she had used her Seidr as a tool to cast illusions, create and transmute weapons and armor, and enchant her weapons and armor to manifest at will and protect her from any and all weapons. This magic was different and she wanted to know it. She could still feel her Seidr under her skin. It was weak in this body, but it was still there, intermingling with the magic around her. It was learning. It would grow.
Something happened. She felt like she was being squeezed all around her. Something was pushing against her and her companion in the space. She finally realized that she was being born when she felt her skull painfully being squeezed through a narrow pathway.
At that time, she realized that her body was quite fragile because the pain radiated through her skull and did not heal. She couldn't help but open her mouth to cry. It was cold. It was loud. Everything was gray. And what is that smell? Ugh, humans. She was a weak human. She had no strength or speed or agility. She would have to rely on her parents for everything while she was a babe.
A tit was forcefully placed in her mouth. She had no choice but to suck, letting the warm milk wash down her throat. It didn't taste good but she needed to survive. She would survive in this world. She would only care for herself and no one else. She would protect herself. She would not be a weapon to be used and tossed aside when it was inconvenient. She would use her human parents to survive, learn everything she could about the magic of this realm, and when she came of age, she would leave and never return. She did not care for those people. Her mother was a vessel and her father was a coin purse. She needed them to survive so she would use them.
But no plan survives contact with the enemy. Her twin sister was a clingy baby. Whenever they would lay on the fur cot together, Freya would attach herself to Hela as though she was the elder sister. Her father, Mikael, could be said to be clingy as well. He was a warrior who often left with the others in the village to go raid or hunt. Every time he returned, he came to their cot and held them. He would kiss her and Freya's foreheads and hold them securely. Hela would never admit that she felt safe in her father's arms. She would never admit that her young mother's bright and innocent smile made her smile as well. She would never admit that her sister's touch made her feel wanted. She would leave. She had to.
"Freya, Hela, did you miss papa?" Mikael said as he placed his sword and shield against the wall. He had already removed his outer furs and washed the blood from his body before he entered the house. He did not want to frighten his children. Even though they were twins with their blonde hair and blue eyes, as Hela and Freya grew over the months, Mikael and Esther had noticed the differences in both their appearance and mannerisms. Freya's blue eyes slowly turned into a more green color while Hela's remained a bight blue. Hela's blonde hair was more golden in color than Freya's. Freya was a more excitable child, always raising her hands and cooing when she saw her father while Hela was much more reserved. She was almost always silent unless she wanted food or linen change, but her bright blue eyes were always observing her surroundings.
Freya raised her hands up to Mikael, who quickly wrapped his arms around her and raised her over the wooden barrier around the cot. "Hello Freya," he smiled. "Did you miss me? Because I missed you. There was not a night that passed when I did not dream of you, Hela, and your mother." He placed a light kiss on her forehead before placing her back in the cot. He picked up Hela, cradling her in his large hands, callused from wielding a sword, and smiled kindly, "Hello, Hela."
Hela only cooed back once, just to keep up the act of being a baby. It wasn't like she was happy to see him or anything. She wasn't worried about him at all over the past few days while he was away hunting. She slowly raised her hand and pulled on the blondish-brown scruff of his beard as she looked into his piercing blue eyes. His face was warm. She wasn't dreaming. "I am pleased to see you as well, my daughter. I have brought a great bear for you and your sister and your mother. We will have meat to eat this winter." Esther entered the hut, smiling at the sight of her husband holding her daughter. "Esther, come."
She stepped forward to stand beside her husband. He turned and placed a kiss on Esther's cheek, who flushed bright red.
Hela had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her mother's sheepish response to her father's display of affection. Disgusting. Must they always do that in front of her? The hut was one large room, with her cot on one side while her parents' cot was on the other side of the room. She could clearly hear when her parents were copulating in the darkness of the night. Her father was insatiable and teased Esther as she tried to muffle her moans. She did not know much about Midgarding courtship or bedding traditions, but she did not want to hear her father bedding her mother.
Mikael placed his hand on Esther's flat stomach. "Your mother is with child. You and Freya will soon have another sibling," Mikael announced.
Hela's eyes widened as she looked at Esther's stomach, which had yet to show over her thick woolen tunic. Another sibling. She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face at the thought. She had a twin sister and now she would have a younger sibling.
Nine months later, a woman with dark skin came to their village. She greeted Esther and Mikael warmly before she greeted the two sisters. It was the first time Hela met her mother's friend and teacher, Ayana Bennett. When Ayana touched her, something resonated inside her. It was the same as she had felt whenever she touched her sister and her mother. Ayana was also a witch.
Ayana was also a midwife and came to help Esther deliver her child. Hela and Freya remained outside the cot with their father, listening to their mother's cries. It was the first time Hela had ever heard a woman giving birth. Hela had been sheltered in her previous life. Her days included lessons in etiquette, martial training, and politics and diplomacy. She mostly spent her time with the men and knew nothing outside of what was necessary for her to know as Odin's heir. She knew nothing of the pain of childbirth. She also did not know how long childbirth would take because her mother went into labor at midday. It was almost twilight when she heard the cries of her younger sibling.
The child was a son. After the child survived for a month, her father named him Finn, after the land they reside in. Their baby brother joined them in their cot and was nocturnal. Neither she nor Freya slept since Finn always woke in the dead of night for his feeding and linen change.
"Mother, why did you name me Hela?" Hela asked. Hela and Freya had passed three summers and Finn passed his second summer. She wanted to know why she shared the same name she had in her past life.
"Your father and I named you for the Goddess of Death, Hel." Well, that's new. There was a goddess of death in this realm and her name was Hel; not Hela. The Goddess of Death the Norsemen knew of was very different from her. Hel was the child of Loki, not Odin, and Helheim, the realm she ruled was inhabited by the sick and old rather than those who died in battle, who went to Odin's hall in Valhalla. Hel's life was so different from Hela's but also similar. She, too, was cast out by Odin, but she became a ruler in her own right, hosting the dead, commanding them, and allowing their lives to continue in her realm. She was feared by the humans because of her association with death so she had no temples for worship, but she was respected by the humans. "You were very ill during your first month of life. Your father named you out of respect for the Goddess, Hel, hoping if you died, she would welcome you in her halls with feasts. Similarly, your sister was named for the goddess Freya." Esther looked up from her laundry. "Why do you ask?"
She was just curious about why her name in this life was the same as her name in her other life, but she couldn't say that. "Oh." She lowered her eyes and pouted as she tried to make up a lie. "The children in the village call me names. They say I'm unlucky and I have rot on my face and I'm the Goddess of Death." The children did call her that, but she never minded because she was the Goddess of Death. She simply ignored them as she found human children quite bothersome and annoying.
Esther touched her face and raised her chin to meet her eyes. "You are beautiful, Hela. We named you for a powerful being who had no equal. Not even Odin and the other Aesir could order her to return Baldur to the land of the living after he died and arrived in her realm. No one will have power over you, my Hela." Hela lowered her eyes and smiled. She liked the legend of Hel, for whom she was named, better than her name in the past. She was named for a powerful and revered goddess, a ruler in her own right who was under no one's authority. Not even Odin's.
She was no longer Hela Odinsdottir, firstborn and rightful heir to the throne of Asgard, executioner and warrior. She was Hela Mikaelsdottir, second-born of Mikael and Esther, sister to Freya and Finn, named for the Goddess of Death, Hel, who welcomes the sick and old in her sickbed and throws feast and parties in her halls to welcome the dead and allow them to continue living in Helheim.
October 22, 2010
The Mikaelson siblings sat on the couch in a second drawing-room at the back of the house, as the first one was destroyed along with the dining room. Hela walked back and forth along the length of the room before she stopped and glowered at her younger siblings sitting on the long couch.
Hela, Finn, and Kol spent the morning getting acquainted with the modern world and getting a makeover. Rebekah had spent the morning giving Hela a haircut, from the long hair that fell to her waist to a short haircut that feathered out over her shoulders and fringes over her eyes. Hela was slightly taller than her sister, but they had the same body type. With a pair of jeans rolled up to her calves, and a loose cotton tank, she could accomplish everything she needed to do for the day.
"200 years. Two hundred years was all it took for you to destroy everything we built over eight centuries. No allies. The house isn't warded so vampires can simply waltz in whenever they wish. The witches hate you and the vampires have forgotten that we are the Original family, the progenitor of all vampires. They have no respect for their sires. And you're warring with children. A baby witch, a baby vampire, 2 toddlers, 3 humans, and a very human doppelganger. Whom you allowed to take our siblings hostage after you decided to leave them vulnerable and unprotected, daggered in coffins," she said. She turned to her brother as she stood with her hands on her hips. "Am I missing something Niklaus? Hmm? I'm assuming there must be a reason they're all still alive."
Niklaus flinched under his sister's stern gaze. She was the only person who could always put him in his place by making him feel like a petulant child by stating, point by point, every mistake he makes. "I need the doppelganger's blood to make my hybrids. She'll need to be human and living to continue the doppelganger bloodline." His voice rose as he looked up at his sister. He was certain his argument was sound. "That witch and her friends will stop at nothing to protect her."
Hela hummed as she tapped a black nail on her chin. "Last I checked, she doesn't need her arms or legs to donate blood or give birth to children."
"Yes, sister," Rebekah stood up enthusiastically. "I need to get that wench back for stabbing me in the back." She looked down at her brother. "Don't worry, Nik, I'll only break a few bones."
Elijah placed a strong hand on Rebekah's shoulder to hold her in place. "Sister, that group doesn't respond well to violence. If we attack Elena, her friends will retaliate."
"Yes. When the Bennett witches woke me, they asked me to kill Niklaus. Now that they know I'm your sister, I'm certain they will try to find another way to kill us. Even if I did kill all of you, they're likely to try to use the Necrodagger against me."
Finn stood up abruptly as his eyes widened. "You allowed them to keep the dagger?"
"Do not be alarmed, brother," Hela said. "I made the dagger specifically so that only Henrik would be able to use it. In any case, the dagger is manifested under my power. I can call it whenever I wish. I allowed the witches to keep the dagger, to give them a false sense of security that they have a weapon to use against me." She waved nonchalantly at her brother. "Rebekah, sit down. Elijah is correct. The time for a show of force has long passed. If we cannot use violence to put them in their place..."
"We will kill them with kindness," Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, and Rebekah finished in unison.
Hela nodded as she smirked. "Now, tell me everything about them."
Gilbert House
"So the person in the coffin was their older sister?" Elena asked.
"I thought their older sister was dead?" Damon added as he took a swig of the bourbon in his glass.
"Rebekah told me that Mikael killed her older sister. He was trying to kill Klaus and stabbed her in the heart with a White Oak stake. Without her, Klaus became even more paranoid and cruel. That's when he started daggering his siblings," Elena recalled. "She holds Klaus' leash."
"Wait, Rebekah told you that Mikael killed her?" Bonnie asked. "But, she said that Klaus killed her."
Elena shrugged. "He must have lied about it just like when he lied about their mother's death."
"Yeah right," Damon said. "Like she's gonna kill Klaus for us. She's his sister. And now, we have six thousand-year-old Originals at the edge of town." Damon threw his empty glass against the wall. "This was all a waste."
"Not quite," Bonnie said. "We don't have any white oak, but we do know that powerful magic can kill Originals. I felt her magic. It's different than anything I've ever seen before. It doesn't come from nature. She can create weapons out of nothing. If she kills Klaus, then good for us. If she doesn't..." Bonnie reached into her purse and pulled out a wrapped fabric. She placed it on the coffee table and unwrapped the fabric to reveal the black dagger she removed from Hela's chest. "We can put her down with this."
"Great," Damon said sarcastically. "You're gonna need five more of those."
"There are plenty of people who hate the Originals," Stefan said. "I'm betting if we send out some feelers, we'll catch a few fish who want them just as dead as we do. Witches, vampires, and werewolves."
They all gasped and jumped when they heard the bell ring. Stefan and Damon immediately flashed in front of Elena while Bonnie got her magic ready. They slowly open the door, only to find no one but an envelope on the porch. Stefan picked up the envelope and closed the door. Elena's name was written in beautiful cursive on the envelope. Stefan handed it to her.
Elena frowned as she looked over the envelope and found a red seal with a stylized "M". She opened the envelope to find an invitation card.
"What is it?" Damon asked.
"It's an invitation." She read, "Please join the Mikaelson family on October 29th at seven o'clock for dancing, cocktails, and celebration."
"Who the hell are the Mikaelsons?" Stefan asked.
"The Original Family," Bonnie replied. "She said her name was Hela Mikaelson."
"It's not bad enough they're moving into town. Now they want a house-warming gift."
Elena turned the card over. "There's a note on the back. 'Elena, I hope to finally meet you face to face. We have a lot to discuss. Hela.' " She looked up at the brothers and at Bonnie. "If she wants to meet, maybe I should go. If Bonnie's right and she has a grudge against Klaus, it would be better to work with her to kill him."
"You can't protect yourself," Damon countered.
"I'll go with her," Stefan said.
"Take the dagger," Bonnie said as she handed the dagger to Elena. "If she does anything to you, use it on her."
Later that night
Elena walked out of her house, making her way to her car when a sudden gust of wind passed her. She gasped when she came face to face with a furious Rebekah. "Drive much?" Rebekah said.
Her heart thumped against her ribcage. "Rebekah."
The Original grabbed Elena by the shoulders and pressed her hard against the side of her car. She held the doppelganger by her throat and squeezed as she leaned over her. "Surprised? You drove a dagger through my back Elena. It hurt." Rebekah's fangs descended as she lowered her head to bite the girl's neck. Elena screamed, but a sudden gust of wind removed Rebekah from Elena, pinning the Original to the car by her neck, as she had done to Elena.
Rebekah breathed heavily as she gasped, "Hela, sister."
"Leave," Hela ordered. She removed her hand from her younger sister's throat. Rebekah gathered her bearings as she stood face to face with her sister. "Are you challenging me?"
"Sister, she..."
"Do not make me repeat myself, Rebekah," Hela said firmly.
Rebekah threw a glare at Elena. "You're pathetic," she said to the doppelganger before she flashed out of the driveway.
Hela turned to face Elena with a soft smile on her lips. "My apologies. My sister can be very temperamental." She winked at Elena as she said, "Pleasure to meet you, Elena. I am Hela. I hope to see you again soon." She flashed away from the doppelganger, leaving the space empty as if she was never there to begin with.
Oh, Hela still looks like Cate Blanchett.
In the show, the ball takes place the day after Esther is awakened. I don't know how anyone prepares for a ball in less than 24 hours, so I decided to change that. Hela is taking the week to gather her old allies, make plans to handle the MF gang, and bring her family back on top in the Supernatural world.
I feel like if Finn had a protective elder sister whom he could share the loss of Freya with, he wouldn't be as attached to his mother as he was in the show. He probably wouldn't be as suicidal either. And with Hela around, there's no way she would allow Niklaus to dagger their siblings whenever he was displeased.
So, reviews anyone?