CHAPTER 3
BEGINNING OF A WAR
LAFAYETTE CEMETARY
Van Nguyen stood over the remaining bones of a warrior who in her time had succeeded in wiping out nearly a thousand years' worth of vampires. Although she was a Heretic but still the ancestors chose her as their champion. She would soon be resurrected. He had everything needed to complete the rituals. He touched the walls of the cemetery and smirked to himself. It would be the end of New Orleans. The outburst of power and the resurrection of the most dangerous warrior to ever walk the Earth would be worth it.
He dropped the bones on a slab as he entered the Lycée. He walked to a carefully molded cement wall and used the Papa Tunde's blade in his hand to carve something on the wall. He then walked over to the slab and sprinkled a dark liquid on the bones which shook for a moment as he chanted. He placed the blade by the bones as he casted a spell and two candles were lit instantaneously. Van smirked and began to chant over the bones. In nothing less than two minutes, the cement wall cracked and a hand punched through the wall. Van smiled as the cement wall broke down completely revealing a completely naked female. She had muscled rippled arms and a wavy light blonde hair. She was lean. She had long eyelashes and a square face with set jaw. She looked at Van and spoke up, her voice silky like an angel,
"So, the ancestors have finally decided to use me. I see they kept up the end of their deal. That would leave me to do my part."
"You are still weak, Lara. You need to restock on your full strength. Esther would want a chat with you."
"I'm not a weakling, witch." As she spoke, she blurred to attack him but Van raised a hand sending her flying to hit the wall. She vampstood up on her feet glaring at Van who motioned for her to follow him. They both walked into another part of the cemetery where bound humans were helplessly tied up. Lara smirked. It looked like she just walked into a feast. The first person she took was a man whose clothes she decided would fit her just fine.
Her eyes turned ruby red as her fangs showed. She sank it into the man who screamed as she began to drain his blood. As she dropped his drained body on the ground, she disposed of his clothes in a fluid motion. It was a perfect fit. She was now putting on black leather jacket, red t-shirt and black trousers with black sneakers rendering the man only in his boxers. She sighed feeling quarter of her strength return to her.
SOMEWHERE IN THE FOREST, NEW ORLEANS
Vincent had no reason to be there or any inclination to leave. He was already there. He was deep in the heart of the forest. He was there acting purely out of instincts that he wasn't sure were his but he had seen the signs that something greater than every single of them was coming and he had seen that there were going to be lots of death. He sighed feeling the heavy burden that they were about to go into war with an unknown enemy. The revelation disturbed him greatly. He had been so deep in thought that he nearly missed it.
On a tree, a symbol was etched. As Vincent saw the symbol of the Order of Assassins filled with the best vampiric assassins and heretics who were the witches of the Order, dread without comparison filled him. It was led by the best and the fearsome of them all, Lara Andromeda Amour. As he ran his hand over the cross symbol with a skeleton head, he picked up his phone and dialed Marcel's number.
LYCEE, LAFAYETTE CEMETERY
The ghost of Esther sat on a slab in the Lycée. Her connection to the land of the living was held by a dark object created by none other than her son, Kol. It had the head of a burning flame that would keep the dead there as long as the flames burned. The rest of the body looked like a small microscope. She chuckled as she saw the Regent and the Ancestors' champion entered the Lycée. She stood up as the champion bowed deeply to her revering her as one of the most feared and powerful witch in the city and maybe even worldwide. Van did a little bow of his own and walked off to give them the semblance of privacy that they needed.
"Ah, you must be Lara Amour." Esther spoke after the Regent left as she surveyed Lara thoroughly to ascertain if she would be up to the task at hand.
"Yes. Indeed, I am, Esther. Van noted that you wanted to speak to me." Lara replied as she sat on a slab in the Lycée.
"What I would have you do is quite simple. Defeat the Mikaelsons and destroy the city as you kill anyone standing in your path."
"The Mikaelsons. The Original Vampires. Why? It would be my pleasure. I do owe one of them a personal vendetta. I believe you heard that your youngest, Henrik Mikaelson is back." Lara spoke, her hands folded as she glanced at Esther waiting for a specific reaction from the Original witch. Esther only chuckled as she paced the circle that the dark object kept her in. She then spoke, "Oh Henrik escaped the claws of death but I have no doubt that you are capable to the task we have delivered into your hands." Lara nodded and glanced towards Esther as she spoke as if she was whispering conspiratorially, "Do tell the Ancestors that they will not be disappointed, Esther." As Esther vanished from the circle, Lara walked out to begin her plans. But she would need the Order as well as Nyssa Amour, her daughter. New Orleans is about to be brought to its knees by the most powerful enemy yet. She chuckled at the thought.
MIKAELSON MANOR OUTSIDE NEW ORLEANS
"What we are doing outside this damned city is completely beyond me." Kol quipped as he stepped onto the terrace where his siblings and his nephew were. Klaus had his hands folded staring out into nothingness. Samuel was right beside him with his signature mini-Klaus smirk. Elijah flipped another page of the newspaper he was currently reading as he raised an eyebrow at Kol who simply closed the paper and collected it from Elijah before saying, "You can catch up on the last fifteen years when we are on the move, Elijah. I assure you haven't missed much." Freya tilted her head to glance towards Kol from where she was seated. She smiled, "Calm down, Kol. I highly doubt any of Marcel's men followed us and even if they did, the house is constantly cloaked by three powerful Mikaelson witches." Kol rolled his eyes. Samuel glanced at Klaus and muttered knowing Klaus could hear being the Original hybrid, "Are they always like this?" Klaus chuckled and glanced sideways at Samuel before saying,
"Son, trust me. This squabble is far better." Elijah was about to comment when the rear door of the patio opened and Hayley stepped out with a mini her. She had eyes as blue as Klaus' own. Her hair was brunette down to her waist. She resembled Klaus and Hayley in the most obvious ways. If she and Hayley stood together, they could have passed for twins. Hayley led Hope out onto the patio and spoke, "Everybody, meet Hope." Hope looked at everybody and glanced at the man that Hayley had called her father. Klaus glanced back at his daughter and spoke tentatively,
"Hello."
"Hello, father." She replied timidly then glanced up at Hayley as she asked,
"Mum, can I go paint in the garden?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart." Hayley nodded trying not to flinch at the fact that Klaus was glaring at her. Everybody had left the patio at this time leaving Klaus and Hayley alone together as Hope and Samuel, her twin strode the short distance to the garden.
NANDA PARBAT, DEEP INSIDE NEW ORLEANS
A small silver-plated jet landed in the front of a dome that looked very large and spacious. As a booted leg hit the ground, she sighed as she felt the fresh breeze on her face. She looked up at the building and then at the jet that had brought her. She had compelled it off a naïve pilot and then compelled him to take her to her destination. He would then burn himself along with the jet. God, she has missed this. The thrill of making others do what you want and the fear that fed her strength at the mention of her name. As the jet went up in flames, she heard the first whoosh that was the tell-tale of a flying arrow. She turned instantly and caught the arrow inches from her right eye. She felt the hissing of the concentrated vervain trying to burn her palm but she simply flung the arrow aside and instantly whirled bending her head to dodge the incoming swipe of a sword. Packing all of her strength, she swung her hand instantly decapitating the soldier who had tried to gut her. As his headless body crumbled, she smirked as she continued on her walk to the dome that housed the Order. She found herself instantly surrounded by several assassins. She immediately frowned as she regarded the assassins with nothing less than amusement.
But she suddenly noticed them parting ways and before she could even speak, a voice she'd manage to escape from for centuries spoke sending chills down her spinal cord.
"Hello, sister."
"Alec." She more or less growled the name as she turned around to face him and his condescending smile.
THE MIKAELSON MANOR
Klaus looked sideways at Hayley who was watching Samuel and Hope.
"What did you tell her?" He asked as he turned towards her.
"You want the truth?" Hayley asked making Klaus to raise an eyebrow and Hayley to chuckle as she replied, "Basically, that you are an Original Hybrid just like her brother. The gory details can wait." Klaus sighed as he once again looked at Samuel and Hope. Hayley tilted her head to look at him and spoke,
"Make a connection with your daughter, Klaus. She is not gonna bite."
"I know. It's just…how is it possible to love someone this much and not have anything to say to her. Samuel has been there for a millennial but she is just 15. It is practically choking me, Hayley."
"Welcome to my world, Niklaus. Samuel." She called out making the older son to stand up and vamp over to Hayley who called out to him. Hayley grabbed Samuel's shoulders herding him inside despite his complaints. Klaus sighed as he left the area of the patio to where Hope was seated. She had her head bent over a paper sketching out something with a pencil.
"Mum told me you liked to draw or rather, paint, Father." She spoke without looking up. Klaus smirked as he replied, "As a matter of fact, I believe so. I can even teach you a thing or two." Hope looked up and mirrored her father's smirk as she pushed a paper and a pencil to him.
NANDA PARBAT
She moved fluidly swiftly cutting down the assassins that rushed to attack her. Alec watched, his arms folded. He was no doubt eager to call off the scuffle and take her on himself. It was two years after she had died at the hands of Klaus Mikaelson that Alec had taken over the organization. He had moved in with a fresh wave of brutality that no one had dared to challenge him. He then proceeded to overthrow Nyssa and stuck the Papa Tunde's blade in her as incentive for those who would defy him. She laid desiccated in the ground of the dome's darkest prison stuck in the most agonizing pain for a century. He smirked as he clapped calling back his men. Perhaps, it was time to end this chapter after all.
A single combat to the death would get to decide the winner. He rolled out making Lara to glare at him but accepted his terms. He was cunning and smart and sneaky but she had speed, strength and smartness on her side. A side was tossed to her as ground was cleared for both combatants. In the speed of light, Alec blurred for Lara with the sword poised to harm or possibly end her through a stab to the heart.
MIKAELSON MANSION, NEW ORLEANS
Marcel paced the threshold of the mansion agitatedly as he waited for Vincent who had called a few minutes after Van had invaded the mansion. Marcel had also thought of calling him once he stopped feeling disoriented. He had lost his advantage on the Mikaelsons. And whilst he was now at equal strength with them, he still knew that once the news leaked out, they were very likely to come back into town. The door opening successfully disrupted his line of thought. Vincent Griffith strode in, urgency in his footsteps but he stopped when he saw Marcel looking troubled. He was clutching something in his hand. He put the object inside his pocket and regarded Marcel with a glance,
"Marcel. What's wrong?" Vincent asked. Marcel sighed deeply and looked at Vincent as he spoke, "Vincent, there is trouble. The ancestors have taken back the magic of the serum from me." Vincent sighed and dug his hand into his pocket bringing out a larger than life coin. He tossed it at Marcel and as Marcel caught it, he spoke, "It all makes sense now. The ancestors withdrew the magic because you were not going to help them obviously. Look at the sign on that coin." Marcel raised an eyebrow at the eagle insignia on the coin. He then smirked as he spoke, "Lara owns this. She has been dead a century. Klaus himself killed her." Vincent nodded and raised a hand projecting a book into his hand. He then walked briskly to Marcel and opened the book.
"You believe she is dead, Marcel. What if the ancestors use that beast venom to bring her back from the dead making her the unkillable enemy of New Orleans. Listen to this, a seer from the year 1718 prophesied that 'and thou shall know the mark of the eagle for the bearer shall have the innate power to bring a great city to her knees. When thou see these signs, you shall know. The king shall be bested. The tribrid herself shall lose her powers for the day that the eagle shall rise again.' The mikaelsons need to come back into the city, Marcel." Marcel glanced at Vincent as if he'd grown two heads.
NANDA PARBAT
Lara cartwheeled to the side and as Alec would descend with another earth shattering blow, she twirled her sword and swung it in a wide arc aiming for his head. If he hadn't dodged that exact moment, he would have been decapitated. But as he landed, he was imbalanced giving Lara the opportunity she needed. She raised her leg and slammed it against his hand forcing him to drop his sword. He was still recovering from the shock of her speedy movements when his neck was snapped by Lara. As his body crumbled to the ground, she looked around her at the remaining assassins and asked smugly,
"Anyone care to argue?" Every assassins there instantly knelt on a knee pledging their allegiance to her. She smirked as she walked inside the dome. It had a high wall building with golden Irish chandeliers. In the wide hallway was a straight T. It had two smaller hallways as well as an ornately designed door. Behind the door was the throne. Lara put her hands on the handle to open the door but she changed her bearing and turned towards the left hallway. It was dark but not overly so. Lara waved a hand and every wall candle there was lit in next to no time. She vampsped to the lit prison. Inside each jail cell laid bones. There would be luck to find any survival of Alec's tyrannical reign of a century.
And yet she saw Nyssa Amour, her daughter lying on the ground totally motionless but by the twitching expressions on her face, Lara could see that she was in great pain. She grabbed the iron bars by a pole and in one great heft, tore it off the wall. She then rushed inside the cell and knelt beside the still form of her daughter. She grimaced as she drew the papa Tunde's blade out of Nyssa. Dark clouds covered her face as she swears that New Orleans would burn as a result of this impunity her daughter has suffered. She carried her daughter in her hand and dropped her in the Lazarus pit in the middle of the throne room. It was a pit black hole of water that miraculously healed the most fatal injuries. As her daughter sank into the pool of water, Lara heaved a great sigh of relief.
The waters suddenly stirred up as a slender figure leaped up from the water. A wild look was rampant in her eyes as she landed on the ground in a crouching position. Her brunette hair flowed freely about her face as she stood convinced there was no threat. She looked at her mother and let out a quirky grin as she spoke, "Hello, mother. Awfully long time, ain't it?" Lara chuckled as she watched Nyssa. She then replied, "A century is nothing but a few days to us. We have all of forever, daughter. But I must get to work now. Rest a while." Before Nyssa could even blink, Lara was already gone.
MIKAELSON MANOR
Klaus carried Hope like a husband would carry a new wife. Worry lines were etched on his face as he approached the door. He and Hope had gone on a walk to get to know each other better. She had met an injured butterfly and wanted to use her powers to save the poor creature but instead, as she stretched her hand, she went down like a log of wood prompting Klaus to have to carry her.
"Freya." Klaus screamed as he kicked open the door. Henrik however was the first to react. He was down the stairs in a flash. "What happened?" he asked just as Klaus laid the unconscious Hope on the couch. Elijah and Rebekah who had been discussing in the kitchen rushed in to meet their brother pacing. That was a sure signal that disaster was nearing and that Klaus was probably going mad with worry. Samuel and Hayley arrived moments later. Freya however arrived right after Hayley did. Henrik was already chanting over Hope's body. He gasped as he spoke, "I can feel an inkling of dark magic in her." Before he could continue, Freya felt the tell-tale of magical notes and pulled out a note from her pocket. She read it to herself and spoke out effectively interrupting Henrik,
"Vincent wants us to come back to New Orleans. He knows Hope is in trouble." Everybody turned to glance at Freya immediately as she spoke. "He thinks being in the city will alleviate her pains." Klaus' jaws tightened. He then stood up and spoke up, "If he knows how to free her, then we will go to New Orleans. Freya, get started on a weapon to end Marcel in case he comes after us." Freya nodded as everyone dispersed. No one was aware of the calm before the storm. No one was aware of the fight of their lives that would require them all to put aside their differences and stand united as a front.
CHAPTER 3
BEGINNING OF A WAR
LAFAYETTE CEMETARY
Van Nguyen stood over the remaining bones of a warrior who in her
time had succeeded in wiping out nearly a thousand years' worth of
vampires. Although she was a Heretic but still the ancestors chose
her as
their champion. She would soon be resurrected. He had everything needed
to complete the rituals.
He touched the walls of the cemetery
and smirked
to himself. It would be the end of New Orleans. The outburst of power and
the resurrection of the most
dangerous
warrior to ever walk the Earth
would be worth it.
He dropped the bones on a slab as he entered the Lycée. He walked to
a carefully molded cement wall and used the Papa Tunde's blade in his hand
to carve something on the wall. He then walked ove
r to the slab and
sprinkled a dark liquid on the bones which shook for a moment as he
chanted. He placed the blade by the bones as he casted a spell and two
candles were lit instantaneously. Van smirked and began to chant over the
bones. In nothing less th
an two minutes, the cement wall cracked and a hand
punched through the wall. Van smiled as the cement wall broke down
completely revealing a completely naked female. She had muscled rippled
arms and a wavy light blonde hair.
She was lean. She had long eyel
ashes and
a square face with set jaw.
She looked at Van and spoke up, her voice silky
like an angel,
"So, the ancestors have finally decided to use me.
I see they kept up
the end of their deal.
That would leave me to do my part."
"You are still weak, Lar
a. You need to restock on your full strength.
Esther would want a chat with you."
"I'm not a weakling, witch." As she spoke, she blurred to attack him
but Van raised a hand sending her flying to hit the wall. She vampstood up
on her feet glaring at Van wh
o motioned for her to follow him. They both
walked into another part of the cemetery where bound humans were
CHAPTER 3
BEGINNING OF A WAR
LAFAYETTE CEMETARY
Van Nguyen stood over the remaining bones of a warrior who in her
time had succeeded in wiping out nearly a thousand years' worth of
vampires. Although she was a Heretic but still the ancestors chose her as
their champion. She would soon be resurrected. He had everything needed
to complete the rituals. He touched the walls of the cemetery and smirked
to himself. It would be the end of New Orleans. The outburst of power and
the resurrection of the most dangerous warrior to ever walk the Earth
would be worth it.
He dropped the bones on a slab as he entered the Lycée. He walked to
a carefully molded cement wall and used the Papa Tunde's blade in his hand
to carve something on the wall. He then walked over to the slab and
sprinkled a dark liquid on the bones which shook for a moment as he
chanted. He placed the blade by the bones as he casted a spell and two
candles were lit instantaneously. Van smirked and began to chant over the
bones. In nothing less than two minutes, the cement wall cracked and a hand
punched through the wall. Van smiled as the cement wall broke down
completely revealing a completely naked female. She had muscled rippled
arms and a wavy light blonde hair. She was lean. She had long eyelashes and
a square face with set jaw. She looked at Van and spoke up, her voice silky
like an angel,
"So, the ancestors have finally decided to use me. I see they kept up
the end of their deal. That would leave me to do my part."
"You are still weak, Lara. You need to restock on your full strength.
Esther would want a chat with you."
"I'm not a weakling, witch." As she spoke, she blurred to attack him
but Van raised a hand sending her flying to hit the wall. She vampstood up
on her feet glaring at Van who motioned for her to follow him. They both
walked into another part of the cemetery where bound humans were