Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope: "I was praying that you and me might end up together"
Strolling through the quarter, I accidentally came across the man I had been meaning to find all day, "Charlotte?" he asked happy and amazed, to see me once more before becoming angry in a split second, "Why didn't you tell me Rebekah's back?" Marcel hissed taking me aback, putting up a finger at his face with a glare, "First of all, she just got back last night," I started growing annoyed at his sudden attitude towards me, "and second, how do you expect me to bloody find you in the French quarter, anyway?"
The dark man lets out a sigh as he looked around, maybe guilty – I hope – for his actions towards me. Rude, if I do say so myself, is that anyway to talk to your adoptive mother?
"Come on," I said walking past him without checking if the man really had followed.
Entering a bar called Rousseau's, we sat down in an empty booth as we do what people do when they are angry – drink their problems away and wish it would just fuck the hell off like the hangover it will ensure in the morning. I look at him, Marcel the king of the quarter, and I couldn't help but feel proud of the man he grew up to be.
"Niklaus, you cannot always do as you please!" I shouted in exasperation, not even giving a damn had anyone in the house with enhanced hearing go deaf at my voice, "Of course, I can love, I am the original hybrid" the blonde man says with amusement as he watched me pace the room. Placing my hands on my hips, I gave him my piercing glare, "A human – a child, nonetheless – is not a pet you can just take!" I turn my back on him to take a deep breath and calm my nerves, Niklaus was like a child sometimes. He was hard to reason with, and when he sees something he wants, that damn brat would do everything to have it. But this was different, this was a human child. We talked about this: that they would not take an innocent life, even Nik was repulsed by the idea of taking an innocent life. So what made the difference now and he took home one, and like a child that did good continued to smile.
"And what of his parents?" I ask, thinking about the poor child's worried mother and father. "You mean the one sleeping six feet under the ground or his scum of a sorry excuse for a father?" Klaus said with a firm voice, realization of what the boy was; it wasn't hard to connect all the dots as to why Klaus took the boy in. Willing the memories of Mikael away, I gave him a resigning sigh before walking out of the study. "Go tell his father," I ordered holding unto the knob, though I didn't want to do the child any harm by presenting him to his father, nor the father for coming face to face with an original. But just the though of someone beating a child, in the depths of my thought, I really coudn't care less if Nik ends it with blood painting the walls, at least the world would be rid of another scum walking upon it. it was better and civil for both parties come to an understanding than a fight that always end in blood shed.
Walking out the door, I was surpriced to see the child standing beside it. He was dirty and clothes torn; wounds and bruises from severe punishments, I might guess, decorate his fragile body, but he stood straight and silent – probably waiting for Nik. Calling out for some of the servants, I ordered them to help him on cleaning and search for clothes that the child might use for the time being. "Thank you, Mrs. Mikaelson," the child politely beamed at me with a bright smile that warmed my hearth, for a moment I saw myself as a mother to him, something I could be but never allowed myself to be. Chuckling, I bend down to his level and said: "I am not married nor am I a Mikaelson, I am Charlotte, and now off you go and clean yourself."
"You know, you never did tell me your family name," Marcel began cutting off my train of thoughts, I looked at him with confusion for a moment before he smiled to take another drink. "Obviously, you don't carry the Mikaelson name cause, clearly, you're not one. If you were, then everyone would be running the other way." We laugh thinking about the mischiefs Kol and I caused, maybe even the havocs Nik and I created.
"Well if it offers you any relief from the curiosity you carry since childhood," I say with a light chuckle, turning to drink my bourbon before answering him, "It gets blurry, you know? I've lived so many lives, I just...start to forget some things,"
"So the secret is you don't remember? And the Mikaelsons?"
"Even they forget." Turning to Marcel I look at him, brows furrowed as I thought of the siblings. "Rebekah of her innocence and love, Elijah of his own happiness and wellbeing, and Klaus of before everything. Over time, everyone just starts to forget, so you hold on to them – of the things that reminds you of before everything else."
"Well if there was anything constant in your life, it's two things," turning to look at him with challenge.
"One is the Mikaelsons, and second is that you're Charlotte." Laughing, I pat his back before standing to leave.
"Yeah that, and you have a date with a certain blonde bartender so you better empty this place, fast," I said to him, wiping the tears from my laugh. "How'd y– " he asked, confused, looking at me with shock.
"I always know," I joke before deserting the place.
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The smell of smoke laced with burning flesh hit my nostrils, looking towards the mansion, I spot the growing fire in the lawn and Klaus standing there with a glare. "What in the 9 circles of hell happened here?!" I asked, exhausted from running, alarmed, as I thought it was the mansion and Hayley that had been burnt to ashes. Klaus just stood there without turning to me, glaring at the flames that burned the vampires into nothing. "Hayley decided to take a walk in the Quarter, as so you know werewolves are banned in, and Rebekah, in saving her, killed three more vampires along the way." Running a hand through my dark tresses, I walk towards him with a sigh.
"Also, might I say now than you hearing it from anyone else, love. I gave Elijah to Marcel," he dejectedly admits to me, looking and waiting for any reaction I might have from his confession. He was waiting, for me to push him away, it seems odd but over a thousand years I wonder when will he learn that I am with him. Closing my eyes, I still see the brightness of the flames that linger behind the lids, orange fiery hell. When one looks the light seemed so inviting and yet when touched, searing pain. I kept the silence as we just stood there side by side.
"You're not angry." It was a statement, the hybrid keeps his face straight and devoid of any emotions as he turns back towards the fire. "You're at war, you did whatever it is you had to do," I told him in a quiet tone. The sound of the flames and wind, the only thing I could here, but I knew this peace is momentary. Any second and the demons would be whispering again.
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© to DarellyLucero for making this awesome cover :D
