I cracked! I couldn't just leave this a one-shot with all the episodes with the Originals I cannot seperate myself from them. Anyone else excited for the Original's TV Spinoff? Reviews would be lovely :D Thank you! All Human Originals

Disclaim: L.J. Smith, and Julie, producer of Vampire Diaries, owns all characters.

~Witch

Chapter Two: Through the Pain

The next morning it was a true surprise to Niklaus when his mother enters the room and nearly blows his ear drums with her screaming.

"Niklaus, what is the meaning of this?" Esther says with a glare as she signals for her son to follow her.

Niklaus wastes no time in removing the blanket, and wraps it around his sister before standing up, and following his mother to the den. He takes a seat and puts his feet on the rim of the stone circle that leans on the wall of their home. His mother gives him a stern look, but Niklaus will challenge her anyway because to him, he has done nothing wrong.

"What is the meaning of what, mother?" Niklaus asks giving her a small smirk knowing it would anger her more.

"You know what I am speaking of, Niklaus. Why is it that I found you lying with your sister? It would be a disgrace to our family if anything happened or anyone found out." She yells with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

Niklaus, whose mood was very cheerful, now turned sour at the thought of being with his sister like that. "Mother, that is the most sickening and revolting thing I have ever heard. Rebekah had a night terror, and I was the only one there to calm her fears. While I was calming her down she was still scared to let dreams take her, so I stayed with her until she fell asleep. Is that good enough for you, mother?" Niklaus shouts back standing up, and walks towards his mother with a newfound rage.

"The bruise on her face is that from you also?" She asks, and Niklaus knows his sister tends to sleep on her side, so their mother would have seen the bruise. Niklaus scolds himself mentally for not trying to cover it better.

"Ask your other son, mother." Niklaus spits back before grabbing his hunting boots and making his way out the wooden door.

He yanks on his boots and storms off into the forest expecting to hear his mother's voice call him back, but only silence meets his ears. Shaking his head of worthless thoughts, he looks around to see if he can find a small snack since eating in the morning is obviously out of the question. Picking his knife from his trousers he sharpens a wooden stick until it is at a fine point. What a lovely stake Niklaus thinks to himself before throwing it into a bush. A small cry reaches his ears, and a grin appears, as he approaches his prey. It is a helpless rabbit, and Niklaus cannot wait to skin the thing for supper.

"You do it, and it will be the last thing you do." The voice snaps bringing Niklaus out of his small trance in time to see the figure bending down for the rabbit.

"Come on, Rebekah, it is food that we need. Winter is approaching, and the talk of darkness is growing among our neighbors." Niklaus says trying to use a soothing voice to get Rebekah to bend to his will.

"I care not about the people, but this little animal here did nothing wrong. It should not deserve to die as it was as innocent as a new child." Rebekah replies walking past Niklaus running into him on purpose.

"All things are evil, Rebekah! You cannot find the good in anything." Niklaus argues back grabbing her arm so she would lose her grip on the rabbit.

"I will do what I wish, Nik. I figured you of all people would understand that." She snaps back, her kind eyes turn into a glare, and she flees from sight.

Niklaus feels a small amount of sympathy and guilt over arguing with his little sister after what happened last night, but Niklaus has a reputation to uphold. He is finished with his sister's foolish games, and walks until he reaches the town. It is a small town with three churches, a small cemetery for the wealthy, and a hall where the founders of the town were able to discuss the status of the town over small drinks and bites. A gauntlet is in the center of the circle for anyone who wishes to participate in the annual games to see which competitor was stronger. Without hesitation, Niklaus requests his name, and his battling the off breed of his father's rival. Tylanmous Lockwood approaches the soiled circle after Niklaus does with a cocky grin Niklaus is determined to wipe off.

"Ready to lose, Mikaelson?" Tylanmous asks, and the crowd that has gathered around them gives a small chuckle while Niklaus just shrugs.

He really does not understand the need to use Niklaus's last name. It is very improper, and sounds like he is some punked up boy. Of course, Niklaus does not mention this thought, but cracks his neck instead. "I would advise you to shut that oversized mouth of yours, and focus on the purpose in front of you." Niklaus replies brushing off his white shirt that had gotten dirt on it on his walk.

"Let's dance then, Mikaelson." Tylanmous says lunging for Niklaus.

Years of battling and fighting with his brothers has trained Niklaus to the point where he can almost beat anyone. Rumors were always spread in this small town that the Lockwoods were werewolves with their poor sense of hygiene and respect. That is how this man fights; with blind rage. He swings for a right punch, but Niklaus can easily see and block the blow because that is a favorite move of Finns. Although Finn could not throw a punch if his life depended on it Niklaus knows this because they tried it once. That plan had ended up with the both of them receiving wounds from wood lodged in their fingers for a week. Taking Tylanmous's arm behind his back to the breaking point, Niklaus slams his foot into the back of his knee, and watches as the other man falls helplessly to his feet. Niklaus can feel his opponents arm shake in a desperate attempt to free itself from the solid hold, but Niklaus will never lose to a challenge. Tylanmous whips his head around and bites him, and Niklaus pulls his hand back as the pain from his earlier wound now starts with a familiar burn. Tylanmous gets to his feet and, once again, charges at Niklaus who feels a sharp pain in his stomach as Tylanmous's fist connects with his rib cage.

Taking a leap, Niklaus pushes his foot to hit Tylanmous's shoulder, and misses, but does not lose his temper. He sees he has hit Tylanmous's head instead giving Niklaus an upper hand in the battle. As Tylanmous is holding his head, trying to relieve the spell of dizziness that has overcome him, Niklaus gives a final strike to his opponent. In one swift movement, Tylanmous is on the ground unconscious, and Niklaus is deemed the winner. His prize is a boost in his reputation, and a small raccoon to take home for supper. Rebekah will surely be pleased that Niklaus no longer needs the rabbit he intended to eat for tonight. Speaking of his sister, Niklaus notices the time of morning has now changed to the sun setting in the sky. He has been in town for hours, and has not gone to check on his little sister. Knowing Rebekah, she has probably run home to mother to tattle on Niklaus for ruining her start of the day with blood shed. Wiping off the blood on a leaf Niklaus is surprised he has not heard screaming from inside his home. Concluding that Rebekah was not home Niklaus continues to search for her as the sun turns white. The moon is drawing up as Niklaus finishes his third circle around the perimeter of his house, and no such luck at finding his sister. His boots catch and scrape against the fallen tree branches as he ventures further into the forest until he can faintly hear the sounds of sobs. Following them, he sees a small shadow in the moonlight, and he leans his weary body on a three.

"Rebekah love, is that you?" Niklaus shouts over the wind that has picked up.

Silence meets his answer, and he walks over to see Rebekah's blonde hair falling in front of her face as she cradles an unknown object in her small hands.

"He is dead, Nik, and I could do nothing to stop it." Rebekah says in utter defeat as Niklaus takes the dead animal out of her hands.

"How long have you been out here, Rebekah?" Niklaus demands knowing her skin should not be as frigid as it is, but she is only in her dressing gown.

"I am unsure, Nik." Rebekah says looking down at the animal in her brother's arms.

Fed up with her useless answers, he chucks the deceased animal far into the woods as he ignores Rebekah's pleas to stop, but picks her up and carries her off. He will give it to his little sister that she is a feisty one putting up as much of a fight as she can, but alas, she is only a girl. Niklaus has exhausted his muscles to the point of no return and Rebekah's voice is no longer speaking properly once they are finally home. Their father is waiting for them at the doorstep, and Niklaus hands his sister into the care of their father and mother. Finn, Elijah, and Kol are discussing the possibilities of making a sword out of wood when Niklaus walks past them for his leftover dinner.

"I hear you beat up that Lockwood boy pretty good eh, Niklaus?" Finn says glancing over his shoulder to look at his brother who gives a tiny smirk in his direction.

"I certainly did, Finn." Niklaus replies grabbing his stone filled with the raccoon, he had left on the outside of the cellar earlier, and places it over the fire to warm up.

"Is there something wrong with our dear sister?" Elijah asks walking over to Niklaus and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"She decided to let her love of life get in the way of her own. A silly and childish thing she did." Niklaus states grabbing his dinner off the fire, and sitting down at the stone table.

"Such strong and harsh words for one who are for her so much." Elijah replies getting up, and heading to his bed chambers for the night.

Niklaus does not reply, and stares at the fire as each of his brothers retreat to let sleep take their body, and Niklaus gets up. He has only been in his parent's room once, and that was on accident when he was a younger child. Since then, he has learned to never enter their room. Their door is sealed closed, but Niklaus summons up the last of his strength to open the door a small crack. Inside his father is pacing around the room and his mother his hovering over a large, gray stone. On it lays his precious sister in a fit of rage as she breaths with rapid breaths. His mother is speaking a language he has never heard of, and his father repeats that the darkness is approaching faster then they can stop it. Only then does Niklaus know nothing good can every stay.

Tylanmous is my own creation :D Enjoy your night readers!

~Witch