A/N: So a little author's note on this to settle down the timeline. So this is probably going to be settled down at mid season 5 and around the same timeline in The Originals without much of the traveler business yet, alright? Things that did happened: Silas drinking from Katherine, Katherine taking hold of Elena's body, Damon and Enzo's buddy business and that's it.
So this is a small chapter but I promise this will all lead to is a story centered on April who as far as we know it's just a human trying to live in Mystic Falls. Excuse the English, since it's still my second language.
Chapter Two: Six Feet Under
She officially hated dresses. She was dreadful to use them and she honestly believed she was too short to even make them look good. But Rebekah would have none of that. Currently April was visiting Rebekah on New Orleans, she knew it was risky, mainly, because of the thousand of vampires and werewolves as well countless other supernatural creatures around, but April was in the need of some advice.
And yes, she only trusted an Original Vampire with many issues. Plus, it didn't hurt that New Orleans was a beautiful place. April stood in the front of the compound, a bag in hand. She didn't plan to stay long. What she did not expected was Rebekah being gone from town.
And now she was standing on a courtyard with countless vampires around. How delightful. For them anyway.
"I-I'm looking for Rebekah Mikaelson." Some of the people in the place remained silent, as if the name itself brought fear and respect. She guesses that is for all the Mikaelson family members.
"My sister is not in town at the moment, love." Her head looked up at the balcony, a dirty-blond haired man there, piercing green eyes and a thick accent that didn't fooled her. One of Rebekah's brothers. His eyes scanned her, curiously staring at her body as if she was a strange creature.
"She-She had promised to help me with the clothes. Miss Mystic Falls has the re-opening of the Church." The same church her father died. April saw another man approaching, however, this one looked like one looks at a politic, straighten tall, clean-shaved looks and a perfect suit. His eyes were dark and April figured that both of them had enchanted many women on the past.
"You must be Mrs. Young. Apologies for my sister's absence. She has gone on a trip." April could notice an edge of sadness on his tone of voice, while on the other, there was just too many emotions to even tell. "I'm Elijah Mikaelson. I'm sure, while not my sister, we can assist you on some new clothes."
"Because you are a great expert on women's clothes, aren't you, Elijah?" The other one spoke, Klaus, and April couldn't help but to chuckle. It was odd to hear such joke from someone she should fear.
Which she did. There was something animalistic in the way he moved and spoke, as if he owned the world, she never dared to ask Rebekah about the past, she always seemed so emotional about it that it frightens her to even dare to mention it. So she settles for the company, which is nice at least.
The compound is huge, that's for sure. Her bag is dragging on her side, making her elbow hurt but she is too into this place to even care. And the room she is in right now it's just amazing. A view to the street, walls red and art from who knows what century. April is speechless.
And then they open the closet. She isn't even sure why they are helping her, well; Elijah is more willingly is nice to a friend of their sister than Klaus, who, in her humble opinion, seems like a kicked puppy. Who could rip her apart? Yes.
"Are you sure this is okay? I know you are busy-" Rebekah only told her some of the business here in the city. April's hand reached over to touch the soft material of the dresses, a smile on her lips. And she could feel the stares of both brothers.
"It seems rather useless to have them here, Rebekah is no longer with us, puppet." Now that was a nickname she had heard before. From the strange Italian man, Enzo. A blush appeared on her cheeks, making Klaus frown in curiosity.
"You are free to pick those you prefer. I would recommend the black one as well the purple one. You are Miss Mystic Falls after all and that is the color of the royalty." Elijah said in a compliment, showing her the dress itself. And April was speechless. Again.
"If you excuse me. I have some unfinished business with a witch." Klaus said sending a small glance to his brother before leaving the room. Elijah's eyes reminded on the door for a moment, a heavy sigh from his lips.
"-He is not well, is he?" April said, suddenly afraid she had stepped into unknown territory. "I just, for what Rebekah told me and what I see; he seems very much tormented about life itself." She only received a small yet visible smile from Elijah before he nodded, extending a hand.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, and hopefully, the next time you are in town; it would be in less quick and dramatic situations." He spoke excusing himself leaving April alone to pack a few of the dresses.
That night April arrived to her house, just to find a small box of shoes on the doorstep from the Mikaelson brothers and a rose on the porch. No signature or letter. Just a red rose that April couldn't help but to drag close to herself.