Chapter 1

Bound by love

A/N

So guys, here is my second fanfiction as you can see if you check my profile. In here, Camille is not dead but Finn is.i never really liked the guy anyway. And Hurray! Henrik is alive as you will soon see. So enough chattering. Onwards to the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer

I don't own the Originals. Julie Plec does.

2018

NEW ORLEANS

A car zoomed past the welcome sign of the city that never sleeps. The sole occupant of the car nodded his head constantly to the music coming out of the stereo. He looked at the city he just entered and nodded his head. He had heard of the Mikaelsons, the original family of vampires. Those were the same group he was looking for. They are his family after all. He had also heard of the vampire with werewolf toxin in his fangs. He sniggered, eager to meet this vampire as well as his family. He wondered what their reaction would be. He parked his car by the building that seemed to be a bar. He was in need of a bourbon after a hard day. He stopped the engine of the car and walked into the Bar that was called Rosseaus. He walked to the blonde bartender and let out a boyish smile as he spoke, "One bourbon, please." Camille O' Conelle having just attended to a customer turned towards the young man and smiled as she replied, "Coming right up." She tossed him a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet she was stood on. As the man took a swig, he spoke,

"So, what's the name, luv?"

"Camille. What's yours? You look way too young to be drinking." Camille looked up and leaned against the bar as she replied the customer.

"Henrik. My name is Henrik Mikaelson." Henrik spoke with a smirk as he took another swig while Camille looked up sharply upon hearing the surname.

A scream echoed through the woods making Elijah to roll his eyes and shout, "Kol, please." The scream was quieted as Elijah in his impeccable green suit stood up and used his white handkerchief to clean his mouth. Rebekah used the back of her hand to wipe away the small blood by her lips and regarded her older brother with a glance as Kol stepped out of the forest with blood splattered on his lips and some on his clothes. Freya looked at her brothers and sister and spoke, "Have you had your fill?" Elijah smirked as he dropped the handkerchief, "In a manner of speaking." He said as he looked at Rebekah who spoke next, "So we go ahead and free Klaus." Kol widened his eyes as he replied Rebekah hurriedly,

"Wait. We do this today?" he asked, not disguising the fear and uneasiness at facing Marcellus again.

"He's suffered enough, hasn't he?" Freya asked in response to Kol's question. Hayley stepped forward and regarded the Mikaelsons, pinning them with a look which dared any of them to question what she was about to say, "My daughter needs her father, Kol. Hence, we free Klaus today." Elijah unbuttoned his suit and spoke up, acting as the patriarch of the Mikaelsons, "Enough. We free Niklaus today. And no one will dare to stand in our way." Everybody nodded as they move away from the spot they were standing on before. All around them were dead bodies of prisoners which were made visible with the fact that the bodies were all in Orange colors.

ROSSEAUS

Camille looked at Henrik with a shocked glance. She then spoke, "How come Klaus didn't mention you or even any of his siblings?" Henrik smirked as he sat down. He then replied her, "So you know my family members. Wait. Don't answer that. Actually, it's a long story."

1000 A.D

EARLY MYSTIC FALLS

It had been a month since the death of Henrik and since Esther turned the Mikaelsons into forbidden beasts by calling upon the dark side of magic. It had been a full month since Klaus had torn her heart from her chest and blamed her death on Mikael, their father. The whole village was in ruins since that terrific night of Mikael's rampage. It was like a ghost town as no human was in sight and it looked deserted. But it was a different tale in another spot of the village. A graveyard particularly. A red glow emanated from the grave in the midst of the disarrayed compound as thunder rendered the night sky. A gasp sounded as the top of the grave was blown off and a head reared out of the grave. Henrik looked around bewildered as he stood on shaky feet.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Camille smiled as he spoke. She then looked around her to ensure that Marcel was not within earshot and neither were his men as she spoke, "Well, you escaped the jaws of death, Henrik. But I'm not certain your family is that lucky. Freya has been poisoned. Elijah and Kol is probably dead having been bitten by an enhanced Original. Klaus is in torments in the hand of the new king of this city." Henrik stood up from his seat immediately. All the building shook as Henrik spoke,

"And where can I find this king that has dared to take on my family?"
"Erm, are you sure you really want to face him? He can kill you with a bite and why did the building shake huh?" Camille asked clearly skeptical and alarmed. Henrik vamped out of the building without waiting for a response and without giving an answer to her question.

Freya regarded her other brother with sympathy bubbling in her heart. They had reached the Garden where Marcel kept his prisoners. It all made sense that it would be under where his nightwalkers held their raucous night parties where they feed to sustain them till the next night. But right at that moment, every nightwalker vampire was dead on the ground. Heads were not attached to the bodies neither were the hearts. The Mikaelsons were not kidding about doing whatever it takes to free Niklaus. Right at the moment, Rebekah was in charge of distracting Marcel in the Lafayette Cemetery while Kol stood with the only daywalker vampire that had been spared. Joshua furtively glanced at Kol from time to time expecting his death to come any time soon.

Meanwhile, Freya, Hayley and Elijah were glancing down at the weakened Klaus while Freya was channeling Hayley to break the barrier to get through to Klaus. Elijah hovered over the two ladies, his hands jammed into his pockets. He raised his head at that moment and spoke as he removed his hands from his pockets. He spoke and glanced at Freya and Hayley, "Marcel is back. Don't stop until Klaus is free." Before Hayley could raise her head to look up at him, he was gone.

Marcel walked into the Garden which was under the Mikaelsons Mansion as well. It connected the Manor to the building where his nightwalkers partied. He looked beside him as Elijah stepped out from the shadows. Marcel scoffed as he glared at Elijah. "Here to free your brother?" he taunted. Elijah kept his calm composure as he replied, "My brother has suffered enough, Marcellus. He leaves here today and I won't leave without him." Underneath the calm voice laid a defiant voice with a threatening undertone making Marcel to chuckle.

"I put you down once. And I will put you down again, Elijah." Before Elijah could even react, he had knocked Elijah off his feet sending him flying into the nearest wall. Elijah vamped back to his feet. He undid the button of his suit and vamped for Marcel. He sped punch Marcel in the face sending him back. He raised his hand to try an uppercut but Marcel was faster. He grabbed Elijah and kneed him in the belly before throwing him to the ground. As he lifted a heavy boot to smash Elijah into the ground, he was suddenly flung sideways by a strong invisible pull that could only be magic. Elijah vamped up to stare at the witch that had saved him. Something about the witch was familiar but Elijah couldn't seem to place his hands on it. The way he smirked as Marcel was thrown to the side reminded him of somebody long ago but it couldn't possibly be him.

Marcel stood up and growled, opening his mouth to reveal his large fangs. Elijah stood in front of the youth ready to defend him when he noticed Klaus plunge the Papa Tunde's blade into Marcel who groaned as the pain of the blade overtook his entire consciousness forcing him to his knees. As the blade sank into him, he grabbed the handle, the Mikaelsons momentarily forgotten. This gave everyone the incentive they needed to escape. The youth walked out with them while Elijah quickly put his hand around Klaus supporting his weak frame which was still limping after the one and a half decade of torment he had been forced to endure.

As they stepped out of the garden into the open air, Kol and Rebekah looked up. Rebekah stood up from the rock she was seated on to hug Klaus but Freya quipped, "This is great and all but we have to go. Marcel is behind us." None of them had noticed the youth who had stayed silent ever since saving Elijah.

"Actually, I'm right here." That was the first voice that greeted them as they walked towards the car they brought to rescue Klaus. Klaus glared at Marcel and stood in front of his family ready to protect them if need be from the man he called his own son. Hayley stepped beside Klaus and spoke up, "You would deprive my daughter of her father after doing so for more than a decade." Marcel glared at her and pointed to himself as he replied her, "You know what! I had Klaus as a father. It didn't turn out so well for me, did it?" Henrik widened his eyes at the revelation and cast a furtive glance at Klaus before turning back to stare at Marcel. He wondered what had caused the mutual hatred between the man that called himself Klaus' son and the family but he supposed he still had much to learn.

Kol glared the hardest at Marcel and spoke in a burst of anger, "You were never a Mikaelson. Get over it." Marcel glanced at Kol and moved as if to attack him but Henrik rubbed his middle finger and his thumb together giving Marcel a small aneurysm making him to wince. As he looked up, he stared angrily at the youth at the back. This directed all their glances at him making Henrik to smirk boyishly but they had no time to address the issue of a stranger in their midst. They turned back towards Marcel and Rebekah spoke,

"Kill one of us and kill us all and get it over with, Marcel." Marcel directed a glance at her and chuckled even as Klaus spoke, "Fine. You've won, Marcel. Let us go and we will not return to this city. We give you our word." Marcel chuckled more and folded his arms, "You know, one thing is that I sure am glad that I'm not a Mikaelson but another truth is I could kill you right here and now and tonight I'd sleep like a baby but I have the sense of truth and justice that you lots lack so go and don't come back." With one glance at Rebekah, he vampsped off.

They all breathed a sigh of relief and Elijah turned to the stranger that had saved him as did the rest of the family. "You saved me. Thank you. Who are you?" The youth smiled boyishly as he was often wont to do. Klaus' eyes widened as the smile reminded him of his once favorite sibling. His heart tightened in pain as he regarded the youth. Rebekah looked at the stranger. In truth, he resembled a face long forgotten and even the smile was familiar and unique. Surely this couldn't be Henrik! Not unless fate was playing a cruel joke on them. The youth smiled boyishly and spoke as he faced them,

"My name is Henrik Mikaelson, your youngest brother."

A/N

So that is all for this chapter. Erm, I'd like to hear your feedbacks. So rate and review, lovelies.