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Anyway, this is my first fanfiction that I actually let others read so please be kind, but I do accept constructive criticism quite gladly.
I hope you enjoy the story.
As Senya lay there, she knew she was dying, how else could her pain-free exitance be explained? Being blown up by a grenade, after having pushed the rookie out of the way, was supposed to hurt, she knew that. She had been shot before and that had hurt like a bitch.
"Senya!" Colonel Marcus Wright fell to his knees beside her looking worried.
"Hey boss." Senya mumbled with a smile.
"Just hold on, Senya, you'll be all right." Marcus tried to reassure her.
"Liar." Senya tried to smirk. "Don't let the rookie wallow, okay? It wasn't his fault."
"I won't." Marcus patted her cheek.
Her and Marcus had joined the Marines together years ago and had become very close friends. Senya was the only one who knew he was gay and he was the only one she told about her being homeless since she was fifteen.
Senya had been thrown out of her adopted family's house at fifteen when they found out that she wasn't as straight as they wanted her to be. Senya had decided that she didn't do labels and to her it didn't matter if she fell in love with someone who was male, female, both or neither as long as her significant other loved her back.
So, since she was fifteen, she had been living on the street until she was nineteen and joined the Marines and the Marines had given her a family and a place to belong.
"Come on, Senya, you can't let a little wound like this bring you down, right?" Marcus wet chuckle brought her back to the present.
"Do you remember the promise we made each other?" Senya asked softly, "I'm sorry that I can't keep it."
"I forgive you." Marcus smiled at her. She had promised to be his best maid if he ever got married and he would have been her man of honor if she got married.
"I'll watch over you, always." Senya smiled as she felt her heart slowing down.
"I love you and I'll remember you for the rest of my days." Marcus kissed her on the forehead. "For you are the sister I choose."
When he pulled back from her, Senya's was gone with a peaceful smile on her face.
OGOGOGO
"Welcome, Senya Lind, to the Meeting Place." A voice called out as Senya opened her eyes.
"Sounds dramatic." Senya hummed and looked around. She was in a gigantic room with a ceiling so high she couldn't see it and the walls were covered in ancient markings.
"Oh, you really are a delight." The voice chuckled.
"Thank you." Senya smiled. "Not to be rude or anything, but didn't I die?"
"You did." The voice confirmed.
"Then how can I be here?" Senya asked. "Is this the afterlife or something?"
"Or something." The voice agreed.
"Okay then." Senya shrugged. "What am I doing here?"
"I want to give you a choice." The voice said. "You see, I am what most people refer to as Chaos."
"The creator of the universe, that Chaos?" Senya asked softly.
"Exactly." The voice
"Well…" Senya hummed. "It's nice to meet you, I guess. So what choice were you talking about?"
"You see I like creating chaos, obviously, and you are a very chaotic woman and I was sad when you died." The voice, Chaos, told her. "So, I wanted to give you the choice to live in another reality."
"Live how and what reality?" Senya wanted to know.
"You would take over the body of a young woman who died, with her permission of course." Chaos hummed.
"And this woman is okay with this?" Senya wondered.
"Yes, she has agreed to this and even agreed to give you some of her memories on one condition." Chaos mused.
"And what condition is that?" Senya asked.
"That you finish her mission of finding her family." Chaos replied. "Do you agree to this?"
Senya thought for a while, she had never been one to sit around and do nothing so a chance at a new life in another reality sounded like fun, "Before I answer that I need you to tell me what reality you are sending me to."
Chaos amusement filled the room, "The Originals."
"The what now?" Senya asked.
"Have you never watched The Vampire Diaries?" Chaos asked.
"Nope, I did think about it but then I got so many other things to do." Senya shrugged.
"Huh." Chaos sounded a little shocked. "Well, I'm sending you to that reality but more into close quarters with the Original vampires."
"If I agree to this, what do you get out of this?" Senya wanted to know. "Nothing comes without a price."
"I get more power from all the chaotic energy you will create by just being you." Chaos chuckled. "So, what say you?"
"I say…" Senya smirked, "Bring it!"
The last thing Senya heard was a deep laugh and then everything went black.
OGOGOGO
Senya sat up with a gasp, she knew at the moment was that she was in Hayley's body and that she had been tricked by some…witches? And the tests that they had done had killed the original Hayley.
She assumed that Hayley's memories would become clearer the more time she spent in her body because right now Hayley's memories where a blurry mess.
"What the actual fuck?!" Senya growled as she saw the witches around her. "What did you do?"
"You just passed out from the tests." One of the older women said.
'No Hayley died and I took her place', Senya wanted to snarl but instead she repeated her question, "What did you do?"
"We just needed to confirm something." The witch said again.
"Confirm what?" Senya glared, these people had caused the death of a young woman and for that she hated them.
"You're pregnant." The woman told her.
"First of; who the fuck are you?" Senya demanded to know. "And second; No, I'm not!"
"Sophie Deveraux." The woman, Sophie, said. "And yes, you are."
"I can't be." Senya glared, she couldn't conceive…then she remembered, she wasn't in her own body anymore, that meant that the gunshot wound that damaged her so she could never have children didn't exist.
Senya had always wanted children, ever since she was fourteen and got to hold her adoptive family's newborn baby for the first time. You know, back before they kicked her out for being a freak and a sinner and several other derogatory terms.
"You are and my sister did a spell to confirm it." Sophie looked away.
"What ever, can I go now?" Senya stood up to leave.
"You're not going anywhere." Sophie blocked her path. "We still have use for you."
"I'm a person, not a thing you can use!" Senya glared darkly. "And who's going to stop me from leaving? You?"
"Yes." Sophie said simply.
Senya scoffed, she had been in the Marines for over a decade, if this little bitch thought she could keep her here against her will she had another thing coming. Senya pushed passed Sophie and was about to walk out the…tomb? …when several other women blocked her path.
"You got to be shitting me?" Senya groaned. "Are you all seriously going to keep me here against my will?"
"Yes." Sophie told her. "Because you are our leverage."
"Leverage?" Senya turned towards Sophie. "Against who? I don't have any family!"
Senya and Hayley had that in common at least but Hayley had a lead on her family from what Chaos had told her and she had promised to find them for Hayley, that was the only conditions she had set.
"That is not important." Sophie shrugged and walked away.
OGOGOGO
Senya, or as she had started to slowly think herself as, Hayley, was going to go completely crazy! She had been stuck in this mausoleum tomb thingy majiggy for a week, A WEEK! And from the looks of it she wouldn't be allowed to leave in the nearest future.
They had refused to let her have her phone back but they were 'kind' enough to give her some books. Senya…er…Hayley had read the entire Harry Potter series in the first three days and now she was bored, again.
The week spent in captivity had helped her sort out some of Hayley's memories and she new a little of what had been going on. Apparently, she had slept with a tall, lean, blond man with a gorgeous ass and adorable dimples, who apparently was also a vampire, which is why she was in this situation in the first place.
At the same time as Senya or Hayley, was losing her mind due to boredom a well-dressed man sat down in a bar called 'Rousseau's' looking for the witch that had lured his younger brother back to New Orleans after a hundred years.
"So, what brings you to the Big Easy?" The bartender asked him.
"I used to live here." Elijah answered.
"Really, when?" The bartender, her name tag read 'Camille', wanted to know.
"Oh, it feels like a hundred years ago." Elijah smiled a little.
"I just moved here myself." Camille told him. "What brought you back?"
"Well, my brother's here somewhere." Elijah sighed. "I'm afraid he might have gotten himself into a bit of a bind."
"You say that like it's a common occurrence." Camille chuckled.
"Well…he's complicated. Defiant, ill-mannered, and a little temperamental." Elijah almost laughed at the understatement. "See, we don't share the same father. Of course, that never bothered me, but my brother resents it deeply. Never felt like he belongs. All told, he has a long history of getting himself into trouble."
"And I'm guessing you have a long history of getting him out of it." Camille hummed and Elijah nodded with a small smile. "What kind of bind is your brother in?"
"He believes there are people in this town that are conspiring against him." Elijah murmured softly.
"Wow. Narcissistic and paranoid." Camille shook her head. "Sorry. Bartender with a degree in psychology. Total cliché."
"Listen, Camille, I'm looking for someone who might shed some light on this current predicament." Elijah sat up a bit straighter. "She works here, Jane-Anne Deveraux. Any idea where I might find her?"
"No." Camille shrugged. "But I know someone who might."
Half an hour later Elijah were following a female tour guide as she showed some tourist around town New Orleans.
"Welcome to New Orleans, and the crown jewel of the Crescent city, the French Quarter. Jazz and jambalaya, romance, poetry, mot to mention the things that go bump in the night." She was saying as they walked up to a voodoo shop. "Monsters that feed off human blood, vengeful spirits of the dead, and my personal favorite, the witches. Here we have the voodoo shop, Jardin Gris. Go on, browse for a hex."
The tourists entered the shop while the tour guide stayed outside. She took a few steps towards a person who was standing near the shop.
"Are you going to continue following me, Elijah, or do you wanna talk?" She asked.
"You know who I am." Elijah stated softly.
"Original vampire, always wears a suit." As she said this Elijah smiled. "You and your family are famous amongst the witches, especially with your… brother back in town."
"Well, Niklaus is here because he learned that a witch was conspiring against him." Elijah told her. "Someone by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux."
"Well, if he's looking for Jane-Anne, he's a little to late." The tour guide huffed.
"Are you telling me she's dead?" Elijah demanded to know.
"Come on, her sister, Sophie, is going to want to talk to you." The tour guide led him away.
Elijah followed the tour guide, who had said her name was Sabine, to a quiet part of the French Quarter. There was a gathering of witches who were surrounding the body of a dead woman.
Jane-Anne lay dead with blood on her neck with flowers and some candles around her as her sister sat beside her and cried silently. Elijah and Sabine stopped a few hundred meters away from the mourning witches.
"That's Jane-Anne?" Elijah asked shocked. "Killed in public for anyone to find…"
"The only people that come around here are the witches." Sabine explained. "Now her sister has come to take her body. Her sprit can't rest until it's been properly interred in the cemetery."
"Please tell me my brother had nothing to do with this," Elijah pleaded softly.
"No, Jane-Anne died because she got caught doing magic." Sabine whispered.
"What do you mean she got caught doing magic?" Elijah asked just as a sharp whistle sounded through the air.
"You wanna know who killed Jane-Anne?" Sabine hummed. "You're about to get your first glimpse of Marcel in action."
"The vampire Marcel?" Elijah tried to clarify.
"Things have changed since your family left town. Marcel has changed." Sabine murmured urgently as vampires stared to approach the witches. "I'm asking you, stay hidden. If Marcel finds out that a witch lured the Originals back into town, my people will be slaughtered."
Elijah sped away to a balcony hidden by shadows so he could see what was going on.
"Well, well, well, what have we here." Marcel walked up to the witches with his arms spread. "I gotta tell you Soph, this street corner is not proving the luckiest spot for your family tonight. Not half an hour ago, we had to teach your sister a little lesson."
"We're putting her to rest Marcel." Sophie stood up with a glare. "Leave us alone."
"I never said you could move the body. Matter of fact, I left her here for a reason: send a message. If anybody is thinking of joining some kind of rebellion, my rules state that witches can't practice magic in the Quarter and yet a little birdy informed me that jane-Anne was cooking up something magically delicious." Marcel challenged as he looked around at the gathered witches. "Oh, yeah. While I have you, quick Q&A. My old friend - the hybrid, Klaus - he just happened to show up out of the blue asking for, of all people, Jane-Anne. Any idea why?"
"I don't know." Sophie denied. "Witches don't get involved in vampire business."
"Hmm. That would be pretty stupid, that's for sure. Tell you what, go back to the restaurant, cook up some of that famous gumbo and keep those tourists happy." Marcel told her before he turned towards the vampires. "Take the body!"
"What?" Sophie called out. "No! Stop! Stop! Marcel!"
"I'm gonna hold on to your sister's body in case, maybe, you remember why Klaus is here." Marcel started to walk away.
"Marcel please." Sophie begged. "Her body won't be at peace."
"Not my problem." Marcel said as he and the rest of the vampires walked away with jane-Anne's body.
Elijah pulled out his phone and called Rebekah and told her what he had just witnessed.
"You mean to tell me, after all these years, Marcel is alive and well?" Rebekah asked.
"Quite. Our brother seems to have wandered into a war zone. And I haven't been able to find him. Marcel, who Klaus sired and brought up beneath his own wing, now rules a menagerie of savage vampires running wild, killing in public for any human to come upon. Witches are held in subjugation. I doubt Niklaus had any idea what he was walking into." Elijah explained to her.
"Sorry, what was that?" Rebekah didn't sound the least apologetic. "I stopped paying attention at 'our brother'."
"Rebekah." Elijah scolded.
"Our hateful, traitorous bastard of a brother, who's negated any sympathy I once had for him by his repeated efforts to ensure neither you nor I know happiness outside of his own selfish universe." Rebekah ranted.
"Always and forever, Rebekah, that is what we once swore to each other." Elijah remined her.
"Consider this me calling take-backs." Rebekah declared.
"Well, you've called take-backs dozens of times over the centuries and yet when our father found us and chased us from this very city…" Elijah began.
"I may be old, Elijah, but I'm hardly senile." Rebekah interrupted him. "I know very well I stuck with Klaus and not three years later he stuck a silver dagger in my chest and sent me into a magical slumber for ninety years. Do you know why? Because I had the audacity to try and live my life on my own without him."
"Enough!" Elijah called out. "I believe our brother is in trouble, so what ever is going on between Marcel and the witches, it's dire enough that they'd risk bringing an Original back to town. The witches have lured him here, I'd like to know why." He hung up the phone before Rebekah could say anything else.
A few minutes later Elijah observed as Sophie walked over to a little table with burning candles behind 'Rousseau's'.
"Oh, you got me into this, Jane." Sophie murmured. "Give me the strength to finish it."
The door slammed shut and Sophie turned around with a gasp. Suddenly, two vampires jumped into the alley.
"The doors work, you know." Sophie tried to be though.
"You're doing magic?" Vampire nr1 asked.
"I'm praying to my dead sister." Sophie corrected with a glare. "Go ahead, pay your respects."
"Don't make this s thing, Sophie." Vampire nr2 said. "The hybrid was looking for Jane-Anne, Marcel wants to know why."
"I'd say ask her yourself, but I guess you can't, seeing as Marcel killed her." Sophie grumbled.
One of the vampires sped up and grabbed Sophie but then he was gone. Sophie looed around, afraid while the second vampire is confused. Something fell to the ground and when the second vampire sees that it's his companions' heart her turned around to attack Sophie but he is grabbed by a dark shadow.
The vampire got thrown at a wall and an iron piece sticking out of the wall pierced his chest as Elijah stood close by Sophie, looking up at the dead vampire.
"I'm Elijah." He said. "You heard of me?"
"Yes." Sophie nodded.
"So, why don't you tell what business your family has with mu brother." Elijah looked at her.
"Not here." Sophie said ad started to walk away. "Come with me."
After a few minutes they arrived at the cemetery and Sophie opened the gate with a squeak and enters. Elijah goes to follow but is stopped by an invisible wall.
"This is sacred ground, which means vampires have to be invited in." Sophie looked at him and the she shrugged. "But, since I'm desperate… Come on in."
Elijah entered the cemetery and walked up to Sophie as she said, "We can talk freely here."
"Then I suggest that you start talking." Elijah was staring to get annoyed. "What did your sister want with Niklaus?"
"Isn't it obvious? We have a vampire problem and we need help. Marcel has an army backing him. The witches have been trying to fight back." Sophie explained as she led him further in. "We haven't had much luck, until my sister Jane-Anne met a girl, a werewolf passing through the Quarter from a small town in Virginia. She had a special connection to your brother."
"What kind of connection?" Elijah wanted to know.
"Apparently, they spent some time together." Sophie hummed. "One thing led to another and now this special werewolf girl – she's pregnant. And the father of the child she's carrying is your brother Klaus."
"That's impossible." Elijah denied.
Sophie looked at him with a half smirk. "Nothing is impossible, especially not when it comes to your brother. Think about it – they call him the hybrid, right?" She raised her voice. "Bring her out!"
Elijah watched as three witches lead out a beautiful young woman who looked really irritated. The way they were standing around her showed that they were ready if she would try and run.
"Who the fuck are you?" The woman asked as she looked at Elijah.
"Give us a moment, please." Elijah said to the witches.
OGOGOGO
Something had been going on, Sen…Hayley thought. The witches had been in a tizzy since the afternoon. They way the looked at her, like she was less than human, pissed her off.
She really wanted to punch something or rather someone but knew she couldn't risk it. There were more of them than there were of her and even though she liked to place her bet on the under dog this was not the time.
Se…Hayley had to admit that compared to last time she had been held captive this was almost a vacation. Last time she had been held against her will she had been tortured for information and used as a living blow up doll for her captors, so she guessed she shouldn't really complain.
She had started to pace as she felt the pressing energy all around her when three witches come and told her to come with them. She was led out into a cemetery and saw Sophie standing in front of a gorgeous man in an expensive looking suit.
"Who the fuck are you?" She asked as she looked at the man, hoping she wasn't being sold or something.
"Give us a moment, please." The man said to the witches before he turned towards her and as they walked into the burial vault where she had been kept, he smiled at her. "I'm Elijah. So, have they been holding you against your will?"
"No, I just love staying in a burial vault with people looking at me like I'm a monkey in a zoo." Hayley muttered, sarcasm dripping from her words. "They lured me out to the bayou, grabbed me and then they did all these…weird witchy juju tests. And then they claim that I'm pregnant, which I'm not. I mean, vampires are dead, they can't have children!"
"Perhaps if you knew my brother's story, it might explain how it is possible." Elijah reached towards her. "Here, if I may."
Hayley pulled away from him, "What are you doing?"
"Relax." Elijah smiled at her. "If you open your mind to me, I can show you."
"Fine but if you do anything else, I will fuck you up." Hayley muttered to him as she closed her eyes when he placed his hand on her head, not seeing him smile.
"In the beginning, our family was human… A thousand years ago, now."
"You look good for your age." Hayley chuckled quietly even as she saw memories in her head.
"Come, Henrik." A beautiful young woman called to a child. "Our brothers are fighting again.
Some way away there was two young men fighting with swords, one was obviously the man in front of her and the other was the man Hayley had slept with. The blond, Klaus she assumed, did a dirty trick to win and everybody laughed until an angry looking older blond came and berated Klaus before hitting him.
"Although our mother dabbled in the dark arts. We were actually just a family trying to survive in a time when it was quite difficult to do so. And, for better or worse, we were happy." Elijah narrated. "That is, however, until one night, our youngest brother was killed by our village's greatest threat."
Klaus came running up to a house carrying Henrik's bloody body. "Mother!"
"Men that could transform themselves into wolves during the full moon, our family was devastated, none more than Niklaus." Elijah continued. "Desperate to protect the rest of us, our father forced our mother to call upon her black magic in order to make us stronger."
The blond man, obviously their father, held a bleeding human arm in front of the beautiful blonde's face.
"Drink!" The man ordered her and she did.
"Thus, the first vampires were born. But with this speed, this strength, this immortality, came a terrible hunger." Elijah murmured. "No one felt this hunger more than Niklaus."
Klaus attacked, fed and killed a human.
"When he killed for the first time, we knew what he truly was."
Klaus screamed as his bones started to break. Their father and Elijah ran up to him.
"Niklaus!" Elijah tried to run to his brother but was stopped by his father as he held him back.
"Don't!" "His father ordered.
"Father!" Klaus screamed out in fear and pain. "It hurts!"
"He's a beast, an abomination." The father sneered.
"He wasn't just a vampire." Elijah said.
"He was also a werewolf." Hayley added, glad that she had some of Hayley's memories. "That's how the werewolf curse works, it isn't activated until you take a life."
"Niklaus was the result of an indiscretion our mother had hidden from us all." Elijah explained softly. "An affair, with a werewolf like yourself."
Their mother stood in front of a fire, casting a spell.
"Infuriated by this betrayal, my father forced our mother to cast a spell that would suppress Niklaus's werewolf side, denying him any connection with his true self." Elijah told her.
Elijah's father was binding Klaus to a wooden cross as Klaus fought to get free.
"Elijah!" His father called out. "Elijah, hold him down!"
"Brother, please!" Klaus pleaded. "Don't let them do this to me!"
"Do it now, boy!" The father ordered. "Now!"
"Help me!" Klaus looked at Elijah with tears in his eyes as Elijah helped the father bind him.
"Your father was an absolute dick." Hayley growled but then she frowned. "Why did you betray your brother like that?"
"I was young and naïve and I thought my father knew best." Elijah looked disappointed in himself.
"I'm Hayley, by the way." Hayley smiled slightly at him. "You should probably know my name if you're going to tell me your whole life story. What I already know is that your brother has a bit of a reputation of being a psychopath, who I apparently slept with."
"I cannot excuse his behavior, but you must understand, when our father hunted him – hunted us – for centuries, every time we found a moment of happiness, we were forced to flee. Even here, in New Orleans, where we were happiest of all." Elijah looked at her. "Not long after Niklaus broke the spell which prevented him from becoming a hybrid, he defeated our father. I thought this would make him happy." He shook his head. "He was angrier than ever. I wonder if perhaps this baby might be a way for my brother to find happiness. A way to save him from himself."
"You still feel guilty for helping your father bind his werewolf side." Hayley murmured quietly as Sophie walked in.
"I'm glad you feel that way, because we need your help." Sophie declared.
"What, precisely, is it that you want and what does it have to do with this young woman?" Elijah glared at the witch.
"We want to run Marcel and his vampires out of town, and Klaus is the key." Sophie told him. "Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire, he learned from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him and he won't see the betrayal coming."
"Yes, well, as I'm sure you're aware, my brother Niklaus doesn't like to be told what to do." Elijah looked so very done with the conversation.
"That's why I brought you here." Sophie smirked. "Marcel drove the werewolves out of town decades ago. Do you really think he's going to welcome a hybrid baby to the neighborhood? Convince Klaus to help us and no one has to know about the newest member of the Original family."
"You did not just threaten my baby." Hayley snarled and tried to attack Sophie but Elijah caught her around the waist before she could make contact.
"Calm down." Elijah murmured softly in her ear, then he turned to Sophie. "That sounds remarkably like blackmail."
"Like I said, I'm desperate." Sophie kept sending worried looks a Hayley.
"Well, then, I have my work cut out for me, don't I?" Elijah said with a dark look aimed at the witch.
Hayley was left alone with the witches as Elijah went out to find his brother. The whole time he was gone Hayley wouldn't stop glaring at Sophie and the other witches for threatening her baby.
Twenty minutes passed before Elijah led Klaus into the burial vault.
"No." Klaus denied. "It's not possible."
"I said the same thing myself." Elijah admitted.
"This is a lie. You are all lying!" Klaus gestured wildly around the room. "Vampires can't procreate."
"But werewolves can." Sophie piped up. "Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You are the Original Hybrid, the first of your kind and this pregnancy is one of nature's loopholes."
Klaus turned and screamed at Hayley. "You've been with someone else, admit it!"
Hayley slapped him across the face as hard as she could while glaring at him and screaming back, "I've spent days locked up in a freaking cemetery and before that in a fucking alligator infested bayou because they think I'm carrying some miracle baby. Don't you think I would've fessed up by now!"
"You slapped me." Klaus sounded so shocked and confused.
"My sister gave her life to preform the spell she needed to confirm this pregnancy." Sophie spoke before Hayley could say anything. "Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us. We can keep them safe, or we can kill them. If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me, Hayley won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress."
"Oh, that's it, I'm going to rip your lungs out of your nose!" Hayley tried to attack Sophie again but just like last time, Elijah caught her. She turned to him with big, sad eyes. "Why do you keep stopping me?"
"Yeah, brother, why do you keep stopping her?" Klaus smirked even as he looked impressed at Hayley.
"Enough of this." Elijah ordered. "If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself."
"No." Sophie shut him down. "We can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow and there are rules."
Elijah and Hayley looked at Klaus to see his response and they weren't disappointed when he exploded.
"Haw dare you command me, threaten me, with what you wrongfully perceive to be my weakness." Klaus raged. "This is a pathetic deception. I won't hear any more lies!"
"Niklaus!" Elijah called out. "Listen."
Everything became quiet as Elijah and Klaus listened to something and Klaus looked at Hayley and the back at his brother and the witches. "Kill her and the baby. What do I care?"
"He is in so much pain." Hayley murmured very quietly, not realizing that Elijah could hear her.
"No one touches the girl." Elijah ordered." I'll fix this."
Sophie nodded in consent as Elijah left after his brother.
OGOGOGO
Elijah caught up to his younger brother, "Niklaus."
"It's a trick Elijah." Klaus told him.
"No, brother." Elijah looked at him. "It's a gift. It's your chance – it's our chance."
"To what?" Klaus demanded to know.
"To start over. Take back everything we lost, everything that was taken from us. Niklaus, our own parents came to despise us." Elijah sighed sadly. "Our family was ruined – we were ruined. And since then, all you have ever wanted – all that we have ever wanted was a family."
"I will not be manipulated." Klaus turned away from Elijah who sped over to block his path.
"So, they're manipulating you. So what?" Elijah looked at him imploringly. "With them, this girl and her child – your child – live."
"I'm going to kill every last one of them." Klaus shoved Elijah and turned to walk away again but Elijah sped over and blocked him once again.
"And then what? Then you return to Mystic Falls to resume your life as the hated one, as the evil hybrid?" Elijah asked. "Is it so important to you that people quake with fear at the sound of your name?"
"People quake with fear because I have the power to make them afraid." Klaus smirked. "What will this child offer me? Will it guarantee me power?"
"Family is power, Niklaus. Love, loyalty – that's power." Elijah insisted. "This is what we swore to one another a thousand years ago, before life tore away what little humanity you had left, before ego, before anger, before paranoia created this person before me, someone I can barely even recognize as my own brother. This is us; the Original family and we remain together, always and forever. I'm asking you to stay here. I will help you and I will stand by you; I will be your brother and we will build a home here together. So, save this girl, save your child."
Elijah placed a hand on Niklaus shoulder and Niklaus brought up his own hand to Elijah's neck in a brotherly gesture as he whispered, "No." And walked away.
Disappointed, Elijah returned to the mausoleum but decided to hang back as he heard the witches talking.
"Marcel and his vampires are out of control." Sophie was saying. "Something had to be done."
"And the solution is to bring in more vampire?" One of the elder witches spoke up.
"These aren't just any vampires, Agnes." Sophie said. "They're the Originals."
"What makes you think you can control the hybrid?" Agnes asked.
Elijah decided that it was time to make his presence known. "She can't. I'm not entirely certain that I can, either. But now that your coven has drawn his ire, I have a question; What prevents my brother from murdering you instead of cooperating?"
Sophie looked at him and picked up a needle and after she showed it to him, she stuck the needle into her hand.
"Ow!" Hayley hissed.
Elijah looked ay her and saw a drop of blood on her hand, at the exact same point where Sophie had hurt herself.
"What the hell?" Hayley looked up at Sophie with a dark glare.
"The spell my sister performed, the one that got her killed? It didn't just confirm the pregnancy. It linked me to Hayley. So, anything that happens to me, happens to her, which means her life is in my hands." Sophie told them coldly. "Klaus may not care about his own child, but it's very clear what it already means to you. If I have to hurt Hayley – or worse – to ensure that I have your attention, I will."
"You dare threaten an Original?" Elijah looked amused.
"I have nothing to lose." Sophie admitted with a shrug. Elijah's face turned cold even as Sophie continued. "You have until midnight to get Klaus to change his mind."
"You do know that by trying to control him you are most likely just pushing him away." Hayley asked softly as Elijah turned to leave.
"I don't see any other way to get him to help." Elijah sighed sadly as he walked out.
Elijah made it to the old Mikaelson mansion where vampires were dancing and drinking in the courtyard. He stood on a balcony as he observed the going ons even as Klaus appeared.
"Hey, man, where'd you run off to?" Marcel called out when he noticed Klaus. "Someone put you in a mood. What can I do?"
"What you can do is you can tell me what this thing is that you have with the witches." Klaus almost demanded.
"We're back to that." Marcel groaned.
"Yeah, we're back to that." Klaus repeated.
"You know I owe you everything I've got, but I'm afraid I have to draw the line on this one." Marcel said mock apologetically. "This is my business. I control the witches in my town. Let's just leave it at that."
"Your town?" Klaus asked, almost like he was giving Marcel a chance to change his words.
"Damn straight." Marcel smirked.
"That's funny, because when I left a 100 years ago, you were just a pathetic little scrapper still trembling from the lashes of the whips of those who would keep you down and now look at you – master of your domain, prince of the city." Klaus looked around as the music stopped. "I'd like to know how."
"Why? Jealous? Hey, man, I get it. Three hundred years ago, you helped build a backwater penal colony into something. You started it, but then you left. Actually, you ran from it. I saw it through. Look around, vampires rule the city now. I got rid of the werewolves." Marcel arrogantly bragged. "I even found a way to shut down the witches. The blood never stops flowing and the party never ends. You wanna pass on through? You wanna stay awhile? Great. What's mine is yours, but it is mine. My home, my family, my rules."
"And if someone breaks those rules?" Klaus causally asked.
"They die. Mercy is for the weak. You taught me that, too." Marcel smirked at his sire. "And I'm not the prince of the Quarter, friend, I'm the king! Show me some respect."
Klaus stood there for a few moments, then he sped towards one of Marcel's men, bit him viciously in the neck and dropped him to the floor.
"Your friend will be dead by the weekend, which means I've broken one of your rules." Klaus said with blood dripping from his lips. "And yet I cannot be killed, I am immortal. Who has the power now, friend?"
Klaus and Marcel faced of for a while until Klaus smiled around at the crowed and then he turned to leave. Elijah didn't stay to see what Marcel would do, walking out and calling his sister as he made a plan, a backup plan and a backup for the backup."
"He's willing to give up everything." Elijah told Rebekah.
"Come on, Elijah, does that really surprise you?" Rebekah scoffed.
"I already see it. He's spiraling. He's lashing out in blind rage." Elijah muttered quietly. "You know, the last time I saw him like this it lasted 200 years."
"Then leave him to his temper tantrum and come home." Rebekah told her brother. "With any luck this misadventure will allow us a reprieve from all of his insanity."
"He was so close. When he heard the baby's heartbeat, I could see it in his eyes. He… he wanted… he could almost taste happiness." Elijah admitted even as he tried to explain. "And now his temper has destroyed it. Even if I was to return him to sanity, he just lost Marcel's trust. So, I'm almost out of time to get the girl."
"Get her? Have you lost her? Are we running an orphanage now?" Rebekah grumbled.
"Say what you will about Niklaus, but on my life I'm not letting anything happen to that baby." Elijah swore as he hung up.
It took Elijah around twenty minutes to find Marcel to be able to enact Plan A. as he walked towards where Marcel was, he heard him talking on the phone.
"You find him and the you call me. Don't worry, I know how to deal with Klaus." Marcel said into the phone.
"Is that so? Please elaborate." Elijah sped in, making it appear like he just proofed into exitance. So, he was a bit dramatic, can you blame him? He was related to Niklaus after all.
"Elijah Mikaelson." Marcel said as his entourage of vampire bodyguards, seated around the restaurant, rise as one in readiness to protect. "No, I got it. It's all good."
"Oh my, you have grown quite confident over the last century, haven't you?" Elijah didn't sound impressed.
"Me? I'd say it's you and your brother who got cocky, coming to my town like you own the place." Marcel told him.
"Marcellus, I'm an Original and over a thousand years old." Elijah tsked, almost channeling what he had seen of Hayley's spirit. "If I wanted to kill you, do you really think anyone in here or even in this town could stop me?"
Elijah slowly walked over to Marcel's table and sat down in the chair opposite him. "It's time that we had a little chat."
"Well if you're gonna talk, talk." Marcel tried to act tough in front of his guards. "I got things to do."
"Young vampires, so arrogant." Elijah smirked as he reused an old line. "We used to own this place once and we were quite happy here if I recall. But we could never control those pesky witches of the French Quarter, how do you do it?"
"Your brother asked me the same question. I gave him the same answer; it's my business. Everything in the Quarter is my business." Marcel leaned back as he started to rant. "Klaus comes into town all nice and friendly, then he starts looking down his nose at what I've done like it's some cheap knock-off of one of his dumb paintings, then he gets pissed of like a little bitch and bite one of my guys."
"And you didn't provoke him at all, right?" Elijah hummed. "I apologize for my brother's uncut behavior. I assume you know that the bite will kill your friend within a matter of days. Of course, Niklaus' blood would cure him."
"What?" Marcel asked shocked.
"Yes, apparently the blood of the hybrid will cure a werewolf bite." Elijah mentioned casually. "Quite a handy little thing when one needs leverage in negotiation."
"What kind of negotiations are we talking?" Marcel tried to hide the eager look but failed miserably.
"Return the body of the witch Jane-Anne." Elijah said. "Allow her people to put her too rest."
"What do you care about the witches?" Marcel asked.
"Well, that's my business, now, isn't it?" Elijah smirked.
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Hayley paced the mausoleum like a caged animal…er werewolf and felt the need to just snap someone's neck grow stronger every passing minute. The witches had refused to let her out of their sight, especially after she tried to hit Agnes with a sharp rock.
"His time is up." Agnes spoke up as the church bells started to toll. "What're you going to do now, Sophie?"
"I'm going to do what I said I was going to do." Sophie told her.
Hayley tensed, she would do anything and everything to stay alive, she had to protect her miracle baby. Even though she knew that Hayley didn't have the same injury preventing her from conceiving as Senya had, she had accepted the fact that she would never have children in her last life so this, to her, was a miracle.
"What, kill the girl?" Sabine gapped. "Kill yourself?"
"Klaus does not care about the child." Agnes sneered.
"I do." Elijah appeared carrying the body of Jane-Anne. "And I bring proof of my intent to help you; the body of your fallen friend, which I procured from Marcel himself."
"Jane-Anne." Sophie breathed out as she saw her sisters' body.
"May she be granted peace." Elijah murmured. "Klaus will agree to your terms, I just need a little more time."
"You had your time." Agnes glared. "It's passed."
Before anyone could react, Hayley had Agnes up against a wall with her arm at her throat and a long needle poised to stab her in the eye. "You listen and you listen well you cowardly lowlife, you will not be killing me or my baby! If you even think about it or try it, I will see to that you die and then never I repeat never get the peace of returning to this cemetery."
"For now, accept the deal." Elijah looked at Hayley with an odd look in his eyes. "The girl and the child remain unharmed, or Klaus will kill you all." He turned and walked away, but before he leaves completely, he turned back to them. "And I will help him."
Hayley slowly backed away from Agnes as Elijah left but kept a tight grip on the needle, she did not trust these people, not even a little bit. She decided to send a quick prayer to Chaos to protect her baby as she pricked her finger on the needle and let a drop of blood fall into the flame of a candle. If she remembered correctly, a blood sacrifice was one of the most powerful sacrifices you could make, at least according to a wise woman who had nursed her back to health when she had been shot and separated from her squad, in a village in the middle east.
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Klaus had been drinking since he left Marcel and his pose. He heard Elijah arrive and spoke up without turning around. "Have I not made clear my desire to be left alone?"
"Oh, you demand to be left alone at least once a decade." Elijah countered with a sigh. "Your words have ceased to have impact."
Klaus threw the bottle against the floor so it shattered and turned to shout at Elijah, "Why must you keep harping on about the baby? That child will never be born. In fact, Hayley is probably dead already."
Elijah sped over and grabbed his younger brother by the throat, "You will not walk away from this!"
"Let. Me. Go!" Klaus snarled.
"I WILL NOT!" Elijah shouted back, equally as angry as his brother. He threw Klaus against the floor and then lifts him up again, not letting go off him.
"Don't make me say it again." Klaus growled darkly.
"I will not let go." Elijah promised lowly. "I will never let go."
Klaus grabbed Elijah and hurled him against an iron rod fence. Elijah quickly stood up and took one of the iron rods and started to walking towards Klaus.
"Even if I have to spend eternity saving you from your own stubborn, petulant, vile self…" Elijah sped over and hit Klaus with the iron rod. "If I have to beat you as father used to beat you, to remind you of your own humanity," He hit Klaus again. "to care about anything…"
Elijah tried to hit Klaus again but this time Klaus was faster and grabbed the iron rod from him and hit Elijah with it. Then he hurled Elijah a few meters back, where he fell to the ground and stayed down.
Klaus was breathing heavily even as he let the iron rod fall to the ground and he walked a few steps towards Elijah, who is still lying on the ground.
"You're beyond pathetic, Elijah." Klaus sneered.
"Well, who is more pathetic?" Elijah chuckled. "The one who sees hope to make his family whole, or the coward who only sees the world through his own fear?"
"I haven't cared about anything for centuries." Klaus shrugged. "Why on earth do you?"
"Because I failed you. Because the first time our father laid a hand on you, I should had struck him dead." Elijah admitted as he looked at his brother. "I made a promise to you; always, forever, family above all."
Klaus started to laugh, then he held out his hand to his older brother to help him up. As Elijah took his hand Klaus said, "You are a sentimental fool."
"Perhaps but having lived for over a thousand year I think I deserve to be." Elijah said. "But I've lasted this long in spite of it, haven't I?"
Klaus had a thoughtful look on his face as he watched Elijah walk away. He spent the next two hours walking aimlessly around New Orleans as he let his thought wander, he had almost just sat down on a bench when Elijah came and sat down beside him.
"This town was my home once and, in my absence, Marcel has gotten everything that I ever wanted." Klaus looked at Elijah from the corner of his eye. "Power, loyalty, family. I made him in my image and he has bettered me. I want what he has, I want it back, I want to be king."
"So is that all this child means to you?" Elijah's voice rang with slight disbelief. "A grab for power?"
"What does it mean to you?" Klaus asked.
"I think this child could offer you the one thing that you've never believed you had." Elijah admitted as he looked up at the stars.
"And what's that?" Klaus wondered.
"The unconditional love of family." Elijah murmured softly as he turned and looked at Klaus who looked back.
"Tell Sophie Devereaux we have a deal." Klaus said after a few minutes.
A while later Klaus observed as Elijah led Hayley into the mansion and he both saw and heard Hayley chough as she moved a sheet from one of the covered furniture.
"Are you alright?" Elijah looked at her.
"Just dust." Hayley chuckled. "This place is antique."
"Yes, it should serve our purpose. It's a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are the most important person in this family. You need a good home." Elijah told her and was about to continue when Hayley interrupted.
"I am not the most important person in any family." Hayley said firmly. "Never let anything come between you and your loved ones, especially not a woman."
Klaus felt shocked, while he had slept with her, he hadn't really gotten to know her but she seemed very different from anyone else he had ever met. Klaus tuned back in just as he heard his brother speak up again.
"I'm curious… in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?" Elijah turned to her.
"About having a miracle baby with a man that I don't really know?" Hayley smiled slightly.
"About being a mother?" Elijah asked gently.
"I don't know. I have wanted a child since I was fourteen and held my adopted family's newborn baby for the first time." Hayley looked away with tears in her eyes. "Then when I was told that I would never be able to have children I was devastated. So, this pregnancy? It is both the most amazing thing to ever happen to me but also the scariest."
"I think all new mothers feel like that." Elijah chuckled.
"But what if I screw up?" Hayley looked at Elijah with wide eyes. "I was abandoned as a child and my adoptive family threw me out when I was fifteen. I don't know how to be a mother because I've basically never had one."
"I will always protect you." Elijah placed his hands on her shoulders. "You have my word on that."
Klaus decided that it was time to make an appearance. "And noble Elijah always keeps his word."
"Is it done?" Elijah asked him.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Your underhanded deal worked quiet well. Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies." Klaus smirked and Hayley chuckled at the sarcasm. "His man, Thierry, yet lives and I remain a welcome guest in the French Quarter. My only concern now is this coven of impudent witches."
"I say we bring back the witch trials and burings just for them." Hayley piped up making Klaus laugh and even Elijah cracked a smile.
"I believe them to be honorable. They did release Hayley to me." Elijah told them, ignoring Hayley's mutterings about not being an object to be released. "Although, they haven't been entirely forthcoming. Marcel obviously has something that they need. They don't want him dead so there must be a reason why."
"Not to interrupt you or anything." Hayley looked at them. "But I would like to sleep so I'm just going to find a room and pass out."
"Good night, Hayley." Elijah smiled at her back as she walked away and Klaus hummed.
"IN addition to the secret weapon he uses to control the witches, Marcel has assembled a small army of vampires." Elijah explained ten minutes later. "Working together, we can destroy them from the inside."
"And what of Rebekah?" Klaus asked. "Has she stopped her pouting long enough to join the fun."
"She has made her disinterest quite clear." Elijah admitted.
"I hope she stays far away." Klaus said softly. "Because in my desire to reclaim this town, to steal from Marcel that which he holds most dear, I have realized one massive vulnerability. One weakness that Marcel could exploit."
"And what is that?" Elijah looked at him.
"You." Klaus shoved a silver dagger into Elijah's chest as he groaned in pain. "Forgive me, my brother. There is no power in love. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak. If I'm going to win this war, I have to do this alone."
A/N: I hope you liked it.
As you can see the first chapter followed the plot quite closely but the further we get in the story the more will change.
I have two important questions and I really hope you'll answer them.
1: Do you want me to keep writing from basically everyone's POV or do you want just from certain characters POV?
2: Do you guys want it to be an Elijah/Hayley, Klaus/Hayley, or Elijah/Hayley/Klaus story?
Thanks for taking time to read my story
Senya died in the arms of her best friend but when she gets offered to keep living in an alternate reality, she takes it, the only problem is; she has never watched The Vampire Diaries or The Originals and that make she completely clueless when it comes to this new reality. Oh, and did she mention that she was stuck in the body of a woman called Hayley?