Original Love

Warnings: I do not own nor claim to own the copyright or any of the characters within the TVDverse which consists of shows including "The Vampire Diaries", "The Originals", and "Legacies".

18 Plus: Some chapters may contain graphic descriptions of sex, sexual smut, and fluff, that maybe considered somewhat pornographic but only some chapters, think of it as a plot with some porn instead of porn with a plot. All chapters contain moderate to strong violence, language, and sexual innuendos. Strong displays of violence, gore, and torture, with supernatural horror elements and scenes of a sexual nature.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GEN, OTHER +

Chapter 3 – Gather up the Mikaelsons.

It had been five whole years since Hayley Marshall had seen any of the Mikaelson siblings which meant it had been five whole years since her and Klaus' now seven-year-old daughter Hope Mikaelson had seen her father or aunts and uncles, and that was not acceptable for the werewolf/vampire hybrid who had dedicated the last half of the decade trying to reunite the family and after chasing many leads that turned out to be dead ends Hayley had finally started to reach her goal.

On a warm Summer's day, Hayley had dropped her daughter Hope off with her step-grandmother Mary Dumas as she out to meet with a new ally with the intention of that day being the day that she would get to see Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, and Freya once again as this new ally promised to cure Elijah and Kol's beast bites courtesy of Marcel Gerard, Rebekah's curse, and Freya's poisoning.

Hayley found herself stood outside of the front of what looked like an abandoned garage but was secretly the headquarters to where she was stashing the comatose bodies of Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, and Freya, waiting for a certain heretic to show up to help awaken and cure them, as she slowly began to let herself that she would soon be reunited with her one true love Elijah and his siblings, siblings she had begun to love like they were her own siblings.

"If news got out that a Petrova woman was helping the baby mother of Niklaus Mikaelson fix his eternally damaged brothers and sisters then my dead relatives would surely turn in their graves." Darla Petrova announced after she vamp sped from out of nowhere, to now be standing right in front of Hayley. "Luckily for you, I jump at the chance to piss off the bloodline I'm reluctantly bound to."

"So, you're the heretic I've heard so much about, I've heard a few stories about Klaus and your ancestor Katherine Pierce's centuries-long feud." Hayley greeted the half-vampire/half-witch hybrid who now stood before her.

"If you must know Katerina Petrova or Katherine Pierce as you call her was born long after me which makes her my descendant, not my ancestor and as for her feud with Niklaus, the entire supernatural community knows about that," Darla interjected, showing little interest in that subject. "I am not here for girl talk I am here because you requested me and it just so happens you have what I need so let us go straight to me siphoning the magical bite out of the boys, un hexing Rebekah and curing the long lost Freya but if you think for a second about crossing me then I'll siphon right out of you, put down your adopted family and hand use all over to that beast Marcel."

"Yeah, I cannot say I'm eager to hand over the remains of someone I once knew especially to some heretic that I basically found through supernatural gossips but I'm desperate which means you got a deal." Hayley reluctantly agreed, as she pulled out keys from her right jean pocket and handed it to Darla. "There's a storage place about five miles from here that's where you'll find Davina Claire…or what is left of her anyways."

"Do not worry my client is not planning anything untoward with the girl's remains they just want to make sure her spirit can find peace and not continue to suffer anymore with the New Orleans ancestors," Darla revealed to a suspicious Hayley. "Considering the bitches tried sacrificing her and then your family offered her up as a prime steak to them it is good somebody cares for the kid."

"I happen to know a lot of people who care for Davina, I care for her." Hayley began to argue with the heretic. "Davina's death…"

"Happened at the hands or rather fangs of Kol Mikaelson a man she foolishly trusted and then your kid's uncle Elijah who also happens to be your lover and the witch sister Freya cemented her fate." Darla snapped back at the werewolf/vampire hybrid. "And you very easily handed over her remains so please do not stand there and spin me a lie because frankly, I do not give a damn!"

"For someone who does not give a damn, you sure seem to be holding up a lot of judgment!" Hayley replied, making it clear she knew Darla was not as carefree about it all as she was pretending to be.

"Listen, wolf girl, my client happens to be Davina Claire's father and just wants to put her to rest I guess to numb some of the guilt he had for abandoning the poor girl," Darla confessed to Hayley, shocking her by her revelation. "I do not sell out other women if that is what you were thinking, well not without their consent first."

Hayley's interest was well and truly peaked after hearing about Davina's father for the first time ever, wondering who he was and wishing he had a chance to have been in Davina's life which could have saved her from going through such a traumatic life. Hayley had so many questions about the absentee father, but she also knew Darla Petrova was here to help her with her family not answer questions about Davina's.

Marcel Gerard had reached the top of the supernatural hierarchy after becoming an upgraded original and reclaiming his role as the king of his city New Orleans. The Mikaelsons were banished from the city except for Klaus who remained in a cage located within the underground tunnels of New Orleans as Marcel kept a man who was once like a father to him as his prisoner as evidence to prove he was now the most powerful being.

Thanks to his upgrade courtesy of meddling vampires and the New Orleans ancestors Marcel had secured almost everything he had always the one thing he could not claim was the love of his life Rebekah Mikaelson. Being a king to his beloved city meant nothing if he did not have his queen to share it with but the painful truth was that Marcel knew Rebekah was a Mikaelson which meant no matter what her family, the people who killed Davina, would always come before him and that was just something he could not get over.

Losing Davina Claire, the girl he loved like a daughter, was something Marcel could not forgive himself for, not only because he could not protect her as he promised but because he allowed her to get close to Kol, the vampire who killed her. Marcel loathed Kol for killing Davina, but his true anger laid within Freya and Elijah for the parts they played in cementing Davina's demise as they once again put their own family above all else.

Marcel's grief over the woman he claimed as his own kin was so strong and had wounded him so deeply that he would rather hold onto the hurt, rage, and vengeance inside of him than allow himself to feel anything for his one true love Rebekah knowing if he were to reunite with her, he would too wind-up reuniting with her siblings, something he could never do.

"I have got to admit for the legendary home of the first family of vampires I was kind of expecting something a little grander this place kind of just looks like well a slaughterhouse which I know is ironic considering it was," Lazarus stated, as he walked into the Mikaelson compound, walking his way over to Marcel who was stood there waiting for the male witch.

"You must be the ironically named Lazarus witch who specializes in necromancy," Marcel replied with his signature charm as he walked over and shook Lazarus' hand.

"I have to say Mr. Gerard my rush to meet you was something non-existent purely because of your persistency to get me to revive Miss Davina Claire and I am afraid to say that is not something I am willing to do," Lazarus informed the upgraded original after breaking off their handshake. "The kind of magic I dabble in comes from a dark heritage and to use it to bring back such a pure spirit would be defiling everything about the woman you have come to miss so dearly."

"Right, so you came all the way to my city to deny me the one thing I have asked of you!" Marcel snapped, furious by the necromancing witch's inability to bring back Davina. "You better have a good reason for being here or I may just have to kill you right here and now."

"As we speak my most persistent colleague is about to awaken your prisoner Klaus' siblings and I can get her to awaken them just for hybrid Hayley to watch them all die barring Rebekah who will just become a soulless ripper which in all honesty would not change her personality that much if at all." Lazarus was quick to respond, making it clear he had something else to offer the king of New Orleans. "Or she can heal the wounded and cure the hex the decision being entirely yours if you allow me a little visit to your prisoner."

"You seriously want me to believe that you have it within your power to choose whether the Mikaelsons live or die?" Marcel questioned him, in no rush to believe anything the witch was saying to him. "Forgive me if I'm not in a rush to believe anything you say let alone allow you alone time with Klaus."

"Listen up you are nothing but a pompous little witch project! I could have her cure only Rebekah and make her watch as her beloved siblings perish which is something, I believe you would probably enjoy, or I could just lead a hexed Rebekah straight to your door ready to rip off that head of yours." Lazarus threatened Marcel, making it clear he did not fear him in the slightest. "You may have grown far too accustomed to everyone being your bitch over recent years, but I am not afraid of you and I am literally the one standing between life and death for your one true love so wise the fuck up and make a friend out of me before you make an enemy you would really have to worry about…now to kill the Mikaelsons or not to kill the Mikaelsons? And I highly suggest you rush my prison visit!"

To say the last five years had been particularly difficult for Klaus Mikaelson would be an understatement considering he had spent the last half of the decade being imprisoned by a man who he raised and forced to endure ongoing torture followed by Papa Tunde's blade continuously being plunged into his chest and then pulled back out whenever Marcel saw it fit to do so.

Klaus was feeling the lowest he had ever felt as he began to believe that his current imprisonment would never end making any chance of a family reunion seem impossible to the original hybrid as he feared Marcel Gerard would never let him go nor let him be with his daughter Hope who had spent the last five years without her father by her side but little did Klaus realize that his escape was vital to a certain figure from his past.

"This whole beat and the broken thing you have going for yourself is one hell of a turn off I am not going to lie," Lazarus admitted as he walked into Klaus' prison to find Klaus chained up against the wall looking a shell of his former self, the sight of his first love in so much pain hurting the necromancing witch.

"You are not real!" Klaus hysterically shouted at him, clearly broken by his torment, not believing anything he saw anymore. "None of you are real!"

"I'm going to take a wild guess and presume you've been hallucinating certain family members and those two annoyingly beautiful blondes," Lazarus replied to the original hybrid as he kneeled towards Klaus' face. "Of all those twisted illusions I doubt you ever once saw me…"

"No," Klaus replied, not realizing how much his admission wounded Lazarus, mostly because he did not believe Lazarus was even there.

"Well then after all these years why would I suddenly cross your mind now when you clearly forgot all about me a long time ago?" Lazarus asked him, trying to persuade Klaus into believing he was there and not a figment of Klaus' imagination.

"You have crossed my mind so many times over the years you have haunted my dreams more than any other I never stop asking myself how I could have done things differently if only I could have saved you back then and now you would not be here as another ghost of my past tormenting me like all the others," Klaus confessed to his first love before being caught off guard by Lazarus leaning over and kissing the original hybrid gently on the lips.

"You are not too far gone to not realize that was real." Lazarus reminded him, hoping his kiss would make Klaus realize that he was there. "The enchantments on your chains are no more thanks to me and the blade inside your chest is just waiting for you to toughen up and pull out!"

"You cannot be real you are dead!" Klaus cried in disbelief.

"Aren't we all?" Lazarus replied before going on to say. "I have loved you for a thousand years Niklaus there is nobody on this earth that has ever or will ever love you as I love you; you were my first and despite everything you remain to be mine forever. Something is coming Klaus and you need to get off your ass and fight if not for me then do it for your daughter because she along with everybody else will not survive if you do not keep fighting!"

At that moment Lazarus knew his choice of words was perfect, knowing with certainty that the mere mention of Klaus' daughter Hope would force the original hybrid into action knowing that he would do anything for the family especially his daughter and something was well and truly coming so Klaus and everybody else had to get ready for one hell of a fight.