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Ruelle - Deep End
･ ｡ﾟ : *. .* : ﾟ.
Klaus Pov
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HOPE, ADAH, AND LUCIEN ARRIVED AT MY HOTEL SUITE THREE MINUTES BEFORE MIDNIGHT.
Apparently, there had been quite the after-party.
The three of them looked like they had showered in pink confetti.
But I greeted them with a smile on my face and set down my leather-bound sketchbook.
Adah was a vision of happiness as she picked grapes from their vines and set them in a bowl.
Lucien was rocking back and forth on his heels, he did that when he was impatient.
My daughter curled up at my side, her blue eyes were heavy with sleep but as stubborn as she was she remained awake.
"Daddy, I saw Luna again."
I raised a brow, and she smiled sleepily, "You should have seen her, she looked so pretty in her purple shirt. She's rather good at war, almost as good as you."
War was Hope's favorite card game, besides solitaire. It was apparent that Luna made quite an impression on my daughter.
"I'm sure she is, now little lady, why don't you try to get some rest," I whispered, kissing her cheek and covering her up with my leather jacket.
"Ok, Daddy," she sang, a few moments later...she was passed out.
Lucien joined me on the sofa and Adah followed, clutching her bowl of grapes.
"Our little one is asleep already?"
"Yes."
"It's never that easy for me," Adah said, sticking a grape into her mouth.
"Perhaps you lack patience," Lucien suggested and Adah narrowed her eyes at him. I rolled my eyes, there were times when the two of them got along and there were times when they didn't.
I was surprised to see Lucien pulling something out of his back pocket...it appeared to be a postcard of some kind.
"This is from a special lady, a princess to be exact."
I looked down at the formal cursive, a sweet vanilla aroma exuded from the thick paper with lilacs in its corners. I had only smelled that particular pleasant bouquet from Luna.
This might be the strangest postcard you've ever received.
I wanted to ask you some questions, but none pertain to your alpha rank. If two people have never met, is it possible for them to dream of eachother? For them to desire one another? Sometimes I feel isolated because of the discrepancies between what I feel at night and what I feel during the day. I was wondering if you feel the same...
L.
I admired the loops of her L, she had such neat handwriting.
"Nik, is that from Luna?"
I handed Adah the postcard and turned to Lucien who already had a pen and postcard waiting for me.
This is the most interesting postcard I've received thus far.
It is entirely possible for people who've never met to dream of eachother. You could share a connection with this person, but it could also mean that they are meant to be in your life. I must say, I've dreamt of someone for quite a long time. I've seen her out and about though I've never met her. It's quite normal to feel as if you are not in the company of others, I must confess I feel the same.
"Ask her a question," Lucien and Adah commanded at the same time. I chuckled, nervousness bubbling in my chest.
If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a question of my own.
"You could ask her how much wood the woodchuck chucked?" Lucien suggested, I glared at him. Annoyed by my concentration being broken.
"Let him focus," Adah whispered, passing Lucien a couple of grapes.
I sighed and began writing again.
What makes the heart grow fonder?
K.
Adah grinned, "Oh, I see where you are going with this."
Lucien looked over the postcard several times. "I don't understand..."
"You are a jovial man, Lucien, not a teenage girl who wears her heart on her sleeve."
My royal advisor nodded, nudging his shoulder with mine. "Luna was something else, mate. Hope was enamored by her, in fact, all of the guests at the party were. And it wasn't like the girl was purposefully drawing attention to herself."
"I'm sure they were," I said, as I stroked Hope's hair. "But with the princess, there is more than what meets the eye."
Adah passed me a red grape, "She is so charming, Niklaus. You must admit that."
Of course, she was alluring... There was no denying that.
I bit into the crisp, firm flesh of the grape and was presently met with a sweet yet tart flavor. I waited for silence to fill the room.
"She does charm me but I will say her looks are only a part of it."
Adah frowned, "I know very little about Davina, but something draws me to her. Do you think you share a similar connection to Luna?"
"Perhaps it's one that is more profound..."
Lucien leaned forward, his brow furrowed, "You should consult your father on this matter. This is dwindling in the mate territory."
Adah's arched brows rose, "Mate?"
Lucien nodded, "Yes, a mate is essentially a werewolf's soulmate or their other half. One cannot go on without the other."
I had never thought of that before. Though it would explain the warm, glowy sensation that arose in my chest whenever Luna was in close proximity.
"To be truthful I haven't taken that into consideration. My parents will be arriving in the city this weekend, perhaps I will consult them."
"That is a good idea, Beasty," Adah whispered as she kissed my cheek.
"Now, I'm going to take our little lady to bed. I will need to get up in the morning, I have someplace to be."
Lucien's eyes glinted with mischievousness but I frowned, "Adah, I can't imagine you rising early."
As she gathered Hope into her arms, she simpered.
"I never get up early unless there's a good reason."
"What's the reason?" I wondered aloud and Lucien sighed.
"It'd be the birthday girl, right?"
Adah nodded, "Yes, Davina is nice enough to try to teach me how to dance."
My lips curved into a smirk, as I put my hand on my chin.
"She sounds like a sweet girl."
She turned to leave, "Oh, you have no idea how sweet she is."
Lucien stood, gathering his jacket, and I resumed my drawing on the postcard.
"Could you tell Mathias that I will be staying longer than planned?"
He playfully curtsied, "I'd gladly do anything for you. I had to resist taking the princess home with me, I'm sure she would have fallen for my charm as many have before - -"
I pitched a cushion at his head, and he ducked, cackling.
"I'm afraid you've missed, sire."
After Lucien left I busied myself with my latest piece in my sketchbook.
On the faded parchment, a beguiling woman stood under an unlit lamp post. It was pouring down rain, the drops created ripples in the puddle below her feet.
The moon gave off scattered light, her hourglass figure was mostly obscured by darkness. Her straight brows, piercing almond eyes, high cheekbones, upturned nose, and pointed chin were all on display. The shadows enveloped her like a veil.
I added more reflections to the water, shaded in some of the darker areas... and in no time, the black-and-white sketch was completed!
This was not the first drawing of Luna I had in my possession.
Over the years I had painted her in many different situations, but her face was always hidden...until recently...
Feeling accomplished I put my sketchbook on the table, stood, and prepared for bed.
Tomorrow would be an interesting day for sure.
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The autumn sun hung high in the gainsborough gray sky, crisp leaves blew across the pavement, and the smell of pumpkin spice permeated the air. As I walked in the streets of the French Quarter with Hope on my arm, I couldn't imagine a better morning.
I entered Rousseaus, and what do you know it...Luna was inside, standing a few feet away from my parents speaking intently with a man with shoulder-length hair.
"Jackson, why do you think all the alphas going missing? I mean, five more from five different packs have disappeared. It's been three weeks, and nothing." she said in her silvery voice.
I became intrigued.
The man, Jackson leaned forward and clutched her hands, I tensed as he replied.
"I don't know, Luna. I wish I had answers to give you but I don't."
A petite, middle-aged blonde woman waved me over. "Niklaus, please tell me you brought my lovely granddaughter."
"He did! He did!" Hope sang, and as I began walking towards my mother and my father I couldn't help but catch Luna's words to Jackson.
"Ok, then let's speculate."
Jackson looked around, "I think we should do so in a more private area."
Luna groaned, "If anyone asks about what we're talking about I'll say I'm an aspiring author."
I sat down at the table and my father greeted Hope by kissing her on her forehead. "Hello, darling."
"Mother, Father," I nodded at them and they smiled widely at me.
"How was the trip?"
My father answered for both of them, "long, but worth it."
Hope giggled, as Ansel rubbed his nose against hers.
"How did your night go?" My mother asked, placing her open palm on my hand.
"Well," I smiled, remembering Luna singing.
"Did you meet someone special - -"
"Esther, please leave the boy alone, if he's not interested he's not interested," Ansel whispered while settling Hope onto his lap.
My mother's face fell, and I sighed.
"I just want you to be happy, dear." Her blue eyes were full of nothing but love.
"Actually," I leaned forward, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luna do the same.
"There is this girl, I've been dreaming of her for a while now."
My mother's eyes sparked, "Dreams are a gateway to many things. This girl could be the solution to your problem. Your subconscious could have created - -"
"No, she's real, mother," I insisted, "The other night she sent me a postcard."
Hope nodded, "Yep, her handwriting was so pretty. I want to learn how to write like that one day."
"Did you write her one back?" my father inquired. I laid the postcard on the table and my mother scooped it up.
"Niklaus, how do you intend to deliver it to her?"
I frowned, "I'm afraid, I haven't gotten that far, father. Also, I've been meaning to ask you about a couple of things. When I'm around this girl I feel something...it's hard to explain."
"Are you thinking that she could be your mate?"
"I entertained the idea last night... Adah and Lucien think she could be."
My mother set the postcard down, "I could deliver it to her."
"She's in here now," at my words, Esther stood. "Subtly, point her out, dear."
I did as she asked, and with her head held high, my mother walked over to Luna. I turned in my seat, interested to see how it would all play out.
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Luna Pov
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"What's something the packs have in common?" I asked Jackson, as a pretty, older blonde woman came over to the table.
Her blue eyes looked oddly familiar...
"Hello," her soothing voice tolled out like a bell.
"I was asked to deliver this," she handed me a postcard with a beautiful red rose drawn on it, as I traced the petals I noticed they were soft to the touch. This looked exactly like the tattoo on my hip.
"Thank you," I said, but when I looked up the woman was gone.
"What the hell was that about?" Jackson asked, and I shrugged, detecting a mysterious spicy, and piquant scent.
My eyes darted to the tables around the room, a warm feeling began rising in my chest.
How strange...
I busied myself with reading the postcard while Jack ordered us some sweet tea.
This is the most interesting postcard I've received thus far.
It is entirely possible for people who've never met to dream of eachother. You could share a connection with this person, but it could also mean that they are meant to be in your life. I must say, I've dreamt of someone for quite a long time. I've seen her out and about though I've never met her. It's quite normal to feel as if you are not in the company of others, I must confess I feel the same. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a question of my own.
What makes the heart grow fonder?
K.
"Is that from one of your admirers?"
My heart raced in my chest, as I stared down at the single letter k.
Could that stand for Klaus?
"This is from my dreamguy, I sent him a postcard the other night. It would appear he received it."
Jackson grinned, "It's about time. Congrats on initiating contact - -"
I gripped his arm, "You don't understand...my father wouldn't approve - -"
Jack cut me off as we received our glasses of sweet tea with a lemon on the side of the glass.
"Luna, you will be a grown woman in twelve months and twenty-four days. It's time you start thinking for yourself, you can't live your life in fear of what your father will think. If you like this guy then that's all that matters. Who is he by the way?"
Avoiding the question I sipped on my sweet tea through a straw, appreciating its iciness.
Jack called my name and I knew he would persist until I told him.
"The wolf King."
His eyes widened, "Klaus Mikaelson?"
At a table a few feet away a blonde man turned his head and I ducked, Jackson frowned at me.
"Luna, what are you doing?"
"Hiding...maybe we should go to your place after all."
·𖥸·
After finishing our sweet teas we headed to his place.
The Reservation was bright around this time of year. The trees were wearing every bright shade of orange and yellow. Kids ran around in their jackets, playing games and pulling pranks.
I groaned in relief when Jack welcomed me inside. It was so much warmer in here.
"Have you had any luck with the paper trails?"
"None," he answered, settling on the couch beside me.
Out of my notebook, I tore out a piece of paper and began writing down similarities between the packs.
The first one was obvious, they all had alphas.
1. The seven alphas are known for dabbling in questionable things
2. Each is located in the East
I passed the slip of paper to Jackson, "That's all I got, cutie."
Jackson started laughing at my saying his nickname, but it all came to a stop when he read my list.
"That's it?"
"Yep, do you have any ideas?" I wondered, getting out my phone, my dad texted me.
Dad: Where are you?
Me: At Jackson's, we're trying to figure out any correlations between the missing alphas.
Dad: I'll pick you up there, your mother wants you home for dinner, there's something she wants to talk about.
Me: Ok, see ya soon
I put my phone away and Jackson looked up, "Is something wrong?"
"Not that I know of. My dad's just coming to pick me up, and my mother wants to talk about something."
"Well, it's getting around dinner time."
I hummed, "Have you heard from Hayley?"
He shook his head, "Not since she left, have you?"
My heart dropped into my stomach. She should have contacted one of us by now.
"Do you think something could have happened?"
Jackson's brow creased, "I don't know."
Silence filled the house, and rain began falling from the sky. The drops were as heavy as my heart.
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Hayley Pov
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Ugh, my head was throbbing...
I opened my eyes and was met with blurriness, I could vaguely make out shapes in the darkness.
It was dark and damp. I detected the smallest hint of sulfur in the air. I felt the ground with my bare feet and winched, the earth was hot but crumbly.
Putting all the validities together I gasped, I was in the Underworld!
This all felt like a bad dream. I looked down realizing my hands were bonded together by rope.
The last thing I remember was boarding my flight, but then I had been hit on the head. God, that had hurt.
"Welcome," a booming voice said, and I jumped, startled by the voice.
"What the hell am I doing here?"
A flame arose allowing light into the dark area.
The man came around a large pillar of rock, his dark hair hung in his eyes and his smile was bright but at the sight of him every hair on the back of my neck stood up.
"Is that any way to greet your host?" he asked.
I narrowed my eyes and spit at his feet.
"You may call me Abraxas...Hayley. We are going to get very acquainted with eachother as the months pass by. Might as well be friends."
"Never," I hissed, searching my mind for the name Abraxas, but nothing came up.
"Perhaps your answer will differ once you see the others," he yanked at the rope causing me to stumble forward.
I winced.
"Come along now, we have much to discuss. How is Luna these days?"
"How do you know my sister?" I glared daggers at him.
"You could say I admire her from afar," Abraxas simpered, and I muttered creep under my breath.
He must have caught onto it because he slammed me up against the wall with brutal strength. I noticed his eyes were black...coal black I recoiled away as his hands gripped my throat.
"Don't embark down that path, you won't make it far. I promise you that."
I gasped for breath and his hands left my throat.
"Abraxas, what the hell are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to touch her?"
A blonde man entered the room and my eyes widened with shock. I blinked several times at the man who shared my father's unique bone structure.
"James?" I asked and he sneered.
"Hello, niece."
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Dictionary: Mate- a werewolf's soulmate. Underworld - one of the eleven planes of existence.
A/N: I know I'm evil for leaving on a cliffhanger but I had to... We are approaching the end of Act I, there are two chapters to go until Act II. I will try to update around Christmas or New Years as a gift Thank you for reading, I apologize for the chapter being so short