Addicted
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6 Years Later...
Mikael John Gilbert was currently doodling a guitar on his desk as his teacher droned on about maths. He had brown hair with chocolate brown eyes. Mikael had a mischievous nature and was frequently found in detention. As he was always getting into trouble, whether it be at home or at school. The six-year-old was popular among his peers but tolerated by his teachers. But he did have a few things going for him, he'd inherited his mother's brains so he always achieved tops marks.
"Mikael!" Miss Day cried, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I am" he winked.
"Then you'll give me the answer" she retorted.
"40" Mikael smiled smugly.
"Just get on with the questions" she snapped.
Mikael doesn't know that he was adopted. He is blissfully unaware of his origins and so were his adoptive parents. Meanwhile his biological parents had no idea where he was. Meredith only had four years left of her sentence. Prison had made her tougher and more independent. She was completely unrecognisable from the shy, love struck doctor she used to be. Her love for Kol had dimmed and turned into hatred. She blamed Kol for her current predicament. Meredith thought of her son everyday and every night. She could still see him and wondered what he would look like now.
"Oi, Fell!" a fellow inmate cried.
She was in the food hall wearing the usual felon orange. Meredith looked behind her and sat with the woman who'd shouted her name.
"Who are you?" Meredith snorted rudely.
"Nadia" she answered simply, "Nadia Petrova"
The woman looked imminently beautiful. She looked European with her olive-like skin and Bulgarian accent. Nadia must be new because she's never seen her before.
"And you are Meredith Fell" Nadia continued, "The girl who fell in love with Kol"
Meredith rolled her eyes in impatience.
"Look if you want to my story, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed" she snapped.
Nadia shook her head.
"How would you like to escape" she whispered.
Meredith froze for a few seconds, taking in what she's saying.
"Escape?" she gasped.
…
Davina Claire is 16 years old and living in New York with her adoptive father. Marcel and she shared a small apartment near the centre of the city. She's been living there ever since she was ten and has loved every second. Originally born in New Orleans, her biological family had abused her so she ended up in foster care. Davina didn't like to talk about her family because it's too painful. She considers herself lucky to find someone that treats her like his own flesh and blood. Davina was very happy with Marcel.
She was now at school waiting for one of her best friends, Tim. He was still in band practise and she was waiting for him outside. Davina had a huge crush on her long-time friend and hoped that maybe someday they'd move on to more than friends. But she's had zero luck so far as she was very much in his 'friends' zone'. When he came out he looked cheerful as he carried his violin case.
"Thanks for waiting" he greeted as they headed along down the corridor.
"Sure" she beamed.
"We're playing on Friday and apparently I have to go with someone" Tim began, "Jessica dumped me so I have no one else to ask. Do you want to come with me?"
Davina felt like dancing for joy but she tried to keep it cool. She'll save the dance for later.
"Of course" Davina agreed.
"Thanks, you're a life saver" Tim smiled.
The bell tolled signalling third period.
"I'll see you later then" Tim said.
"Later" Davina waved goodbye.
Davina wore a huge smile all day.
…
Kol hated prison with a passion. He hated the locks, the walls, the guards, the inmates, the food and most of all he hated being away from Meredith and his child. They hadn't even told Kol whether it was a boy or a girl or even its name. The loss hung heavily on his heart. By the time he was out of prison he'd be an old man and his child would be middle aged. Kol would stay up all night thinking of what he'll never have. The thought of staying in that shit hole for the rest of his life made him want to kill himself. But he was a Mikaelson and he banished such thoughts. Kol was determined to escape and he never gave up hope. Even after those long, empty years. He would find his family and bring them back together again, of that he was certain.
It was late at night and he was in his cell with his new cell mate. Jeremy Gilbert was a notorious gang member of 'The Five'. (or the Brotherhood of the Five). The terror of Las Vegas at only 22. The Five were high up the criminal food chain and have only recently been taken down by the FBI. The gang leader was a man called, Alexander Telfer. Other members include Connor Jordan, Diego Darville and Thierry Vanchure. Connor was dead, Diego and Thierry were in prison and Alexander was still free. Each member had a tattoo on their arm which they displayed proudly. Jeremy dealt mostly with the drugs side of the business. Earning him the nickname 'Stoner Goth' due to his gothic personality and black clothing. He was from a well off home but his parents (Greyson and Miranda Gilbert) had disowned him due to his rebelliousness. Six mouths ago he got caught and was given 27 years in a federal prison.
"Have you got a fag?" Jeremy asked.
"Fuck off" Kol swore rudely.
Kol hoped this boy wasn't a chatterbox.
"I was just asking" Jeremy snorted.
"Well don't" Kol responded bitterly.
There was a few seconds of silence.
"Do you have a fag or not?" Jeremy asked again.
"NO!" Kol cried.
Another few moments of silence which led Kol into a false sense of security. Until then...
"Have you got any funny fags?"
Kol let out a cry of irritation and swore loudly.
"Fine" Jeremy answered.
And this boy was in for 27 years!
"Your not much of a talker, huh?" the druggy guessed.
"You won't be soon when I cut your tongue out!" Kol threatened.
"I've heard worse threats then that" he chuckled, "I've lived on the streets ever since I was 16. My parents had finally had enough"
Kol knew the feeling, at least his parent could kick him out. For he had no such luxury.
"My dad was a Doctor and he said that I was a waste of space and a disgrace. My Uncle John tried to intercede on my behalf and let me live with them. But they'd recently adopted a baby so him and my aunt Jenna were busy. So they ditched me at a Youth Correction centre. That's where I met Alex and we busted out. When I got arrested my parents didn't even come to see me. I was dead to them but John came. He kept talking about how much little Mikael had grown. Like I was really listening. The child's six now and the name 'Mikael' has a weird spelling that I've never heard of before. M-I-K-A-E-L. Weird, huh?"
Kol froze in his place. The blabber mouth was right, that was a weird spelling of Mikael AND the child was six. He couldn't believe it, could it be true?
"Tell me about the child" Kol requested.
"Brown hair, brown eyes and with white skin" Jeremy told, "Apparently he was born in prison"
He and Meredith had been planning the child Mikael if it was a boy.
Kol just found his son.
...
"Mummy!" Henrik cried.
Caroline and Klaus' five year old son was doing his homework at the table. They still lived in the warm climate of Southern France and have been happy for the past six years. No one had come for them, not the police or the mob. They had a son who went to an English school in the village. He didn't know who his father was because little children aren't known for they're discretion. When he was older they planned on telling him.
"What is it?" Caroline smiled, turning around to face her son.
"How do you spell because?" the five year old asked sweetly.
"B-E-C-A-U-S-E" Caroline answered before turning back to dinner.
"Thank you" the boy thanked as he got on with his homework.
Klaus entered the spacious flat was received a warm welcome. His son rushed up to hug his father and received a hug in return. Klaus worked in an Art Gallery and loved it. He had friends, a steady job and a family that he loves.
"Hello Daddy" he beamed.
"Hell son" he greeted back, "And what have you been up to today?"
It was a beautiful summer Sunday in France and the sun was warming it's inhabitants. Even at six in the evening the light was still bright.
"Mummy took me to the park" Henrik reveals excitably, "And she bought me an ice cream"
Klaus smiled at his son who smiled back and led him into the kitchen where Caroline was chopping some onions.
"Daddy's back" Henrik cried.
"I see" she smiled as she welcomed him.
Caroline only worked part time at the hospital now due to her being a mother. During school times she worked at the hospital nearby.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, interrupting they're happy family. Caroline left the kitchen was walked to front door, swinging it open. Behind the door revealed Finn Mikaelson. Caroline gasped in shock and tried to slam the door shut but he just burst in. Klaus entered the living room and was amazed to see his big brother in front of him. Henrik tried to follow him but Klaus shouted:
"STAY THERE!"
Henrik did as he was told and stayed by the kitchen.
"Your a father" Finn gasped.
"Do you have a warrant Finn?" Klaus spat.
"I'm here alone" Finn confessed.
"Do I look like an idiot" Klaus snorted, "You and that bitch Bennett have properly got the place surrounded!"
"I have no reason to ask you to believe me but just listen" Finn began, "I'm getting married to a girl named Sage and I couldn't be happier. I see your happy Klaus"
Henrik frowned at the word 'Klaus', who was Klaus?
Klaus just nodded.
"I want to offer you a truce"
"A truce?" Klaus said like he'd never heard the word.
"Between you and me"
Klaus didn't trust him and neither did Caroline who was slowly edging towards her son.
...
Elijah could speak Bulgarian fluently and fit in with the locals. He owned a little antiques store near the city centre. "Abadjiev Régiségek" or (Abadjiev's Antiques) was a semi popular store. Elijah only employed two people to help him run it. A history student from Atlanta called Annabelle (a.k.a. Anna) and an American sports student from Mystical Falls called Matt Donovan. Anna and Matt didn't know about Elijah's past and he wanted to keep it that way. He loved his life now, it was quiet but peaceful which is how he liked it.
"Where do you want me to put this box? Mr Abadjiev?" Anna asked.
Matt was selling a costumer an 18th century lamp and Anna was stacking some of the shelves. Elijah was doing the books, boring but necessary.
"Just put it on the table there" Elijah directed, sipping some coffee.
Anna nodded and carefully placed the box on the side. She's been living in Bulgaria for two years, studying at university. Anna liked working a the store because truth be told she had a crush on her boss; Elijah. Matt on the other hand played in all the local leagues and was getting married to a girl called Lexi. He also loved working at the store and admired his boss. Elijah was fair and a decent man to work for so he was happy.
The door opened and a woman stepped inside. Elena Petrova. Elijah looked shocked as he stared at his old life. The life he tried so hard to bury.
"Miss Petrova" he put on the pretence, "You wanted to talk about that writing desk, come into the back and we'll discuss it further"
Elena smiled politely and followed Elijah into the back.
"What are you doing here?" Elijah asked as soon as they were alone.
"A lot has happened in your absence" Elena explained, "Meredith has escaped from prison"
The woman who gave birth to his nephew. Elijah had watched the trial on the TV. He did feel sorry for her being swept up in all this. He can't even imagine losing a child.
"But she wasn't the only one to escape" Elena continued, "My deranged cousin, Nadia has also escaped"
"Nadia Petrova is your cousin!" Elijah exclaimed.
Nadia Petrova was also a famous gangster, criminally insane but with the looks of a vogue model. She was unstoppable. That was until she was arrested after a fifteen year crime spree. She'd actually worked with the Mikaelson's a couple of times over the years. Silas Petrova's brother was her father which made Elena her cousin. When they were growing up she was partially close to Katerina and not so much with her.
"Yeah" Elena sighed.
"Why have you come to me?" Elijah wondered.
"I need your help" Elena confessed.
"My help?" Elijah raised his eyebrow in confusion, "I thought you had the Bulgarian Government behind you"
Elena looked sad at his comment.
"Not anymore, that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about"
...
"Freedom" Nadia beamed.
Nadia and Meredith were in a motel after their escape. It felt weird being in the world again. After the same four walls for six years. Meredith was now a fugitive, running from the law like her lover had been. But this time she was playing it smart. She decided to stick with Nadia who said she'd protect her.
"A friend is on her way, she's never let me down before" Nadia told her.
"Are we leaving the country?" Meredith asked.
"Why would we do that?" Nadia smiled an insane smile, "There's still so much to do"
"Like what?" Meredith scoffed.
"Revenge" Nadia stated like it was obvious.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Meredith's heart jumped in fright. Nadia looked out the peephole and smiled before opening the door. The man who stood in the doorway had long brown hair and brown eyes. Nadia hugged him happily.
"Alex!"
...
Bonnie Bennett was fast asleep on her bed. 2191 days, 13 arrests and three boyfriends later from their arrest. The Mikaelson Squad had been temporarily stopped until new evidence is found. Klaus and Elijah' trails had run cold, they'd both disappeared. So she'd been forced to move on to other cases. At 1.34am her phone rang interrupting her well deserved sleep.
"Yes" she replied sleepily.
"Meredith Fell has escaped from prison"
Bonnie immediately became awake.
...
"Where are we going?" Meredith asked as the drove through the night.
"An Italian mobster called Lorenzo Augustine is housing us in one of his mansions here" Nadia informed her.
When they approached the mansion on the hill that was at least 300 years old. Meredith had heard of this 'Enzo' as he liked to be called. He was all over the news as a cruel and sadistic man. But she didn't care, she was used to the criminally insane. All she cared about was getting her son back and that Kol stayed in prison for the rest of his miserable life. When they finally arrived, Alex knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Enzo came down to greet them himself.
"Welcome to my home" he greeted in a heavy Italian accent, "Come inside"
They entered the warm mansion and closed the door swiftly behind them. The first word that came to Meredith's mind was 'tacky'. It was overdone with antiques and huge, ugly paintings.
"You must be Kol's girl" Enzo smiled.
"I'm no one's girl" Meredith snapped.
Suddenly April came into the room. Meredith could tell she'd been crying because her mascara had ran a little.
"This is my wife April" he introduced.
"Welcome" April put on a strained smile in greeting.
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