Please don't hate me I'm sorry it took so long. I am trying to work on a schedule but I'm terrible at time management.
House was an overstatement, this was an old plantation house, it was huge.
"It has pillars, what kind of house has pillars." Jeremy laughs at the look on Jenna's face, explaining that a house as old as this would have a lot of architecture she would like.
"This house belonged to the governor of New Orleans in the 1800s." Katerina explains.
They walk into the hall, to see maids rushing around. The maids freeze when they see three people in the doorway, falling over themselves to apologize for the delay.
"No problem, "Jeremy says calmly holding his hands out nonthreateningly, "We made good time, got in early." he gives the women a smile as he excuses them.
"No wait," Jenna shouts. "Who is in charge."
One of the women step forwards, head held high, she nods to the others to return to their work. "I am Isabella, I oversee the maintenance of the Mikaelson estate. There is Rick, in charge of the gardens and Johnny in charge of the orchard."
"There is an orchid."
"Yes?" Isabella questions confused, "You are not the Mikaelson's, are you?"
"No, friends of the family, escaping home for a while Nik was kind enough to offer us this place, to lay low."
"Yes, the Mikaelson family is kind. The lady Rebeka the reason that my family still lives, we have worked for the Mikaelson's ever since. Taking care of their house in their absence, my sister manages their house in Italy." she pauses eyes wide, "I have been talking your ears off, my apologise let me show you to your rooms, then I can give you a tour, it's a big house we don't want you getting lost."
"Lead the way." Jenna grins, following Isabella.
[Jeremy's new room]
They settle in, enjoying the time to themselves in their own rooms, Isabella promised to give them a tour just before dinner time, to give them time to rest and change. Jeremy just sits on the bed staring at the wall. His mind racing, memories waring, the line between past and present blurring as he fights to keep conscious.
Standing abruptly, he throws the door open rushing though. In his blind panic he slams into a maid, knocking them both to the ground they tumble down the stairs.
She is up as quick as she can, hand holding her ribs gingerly she stutters an apology. Jeremy is in no mind to apologise, barley registering the fall. Dragging himself up he looks round like an animal caged, searching for an escape.
Hearing the commotion Jenna, Katerina and several maids including Isabella appear. Jenna talks charge immediately.
"Isabella take Jeremy to the garden, do not leave him alone, but don't touch him whatever you do."
Isabella shepherd Jeremy out of the hall.
"Can one of you girls take," she pauses as she stops in front of the injured girl. "What is your name sweetheart?"
"Jasmine." she breaths out a harsh breath as she speaks.
"You sound like you have broken ribs, you need a doctor."
"No, I'm fine really."
Folding her arms, she asks Jasmine to stand up straight and say that, but the poor girl can barely move. Katerina breezes past them returning with a glass of what Jenna can only assume is blood.
"Here drink this if you don't want to go to the hospital." pushing the glass into the maid's hand before she can refuse. "You want to finish up here or talk to Jeremy."
"I got Jer, you make sure she is ok, make sure she sits down, can one of you girls show me to the garden."
[Garden]
The walk to the garden was in complete silence, Jeremy is sat knees up head in his hands with Isabella hovering nervously at his back. Jenna walks up join him after telling the maid to go back into the house, she sits in front of Jeremy making sure to keep a foot of distance between them. He doesn't notice her, his ragged breath shattering the silence. Jenna lets Isabella go back in to help her people, she hesitates for a second, not willing to leave Jeremy. Until Jenna nods her head in the direction of the house, her people need her.
Once she is gone, Jenna starts to talk in a calm and steady tone making sure Jeremy would hear and understand every word.
"Your name is Jeremy Gilbert.
You are 17 years old.
Your parents are Miranda and Greyson
You have one sister, whom you hate," she lets out a little laugh.
"Your favourite band is Nickelback.
You love to draw.
You love your magic and wish you had someone to teach you.
You."
Jeremy reaches a hand out cutting her off, "I'm ok now aunt Jenna, thank you. I just."
"Overwhelmed." she finishes for him patting his knee, "Come on let's get you inside."
He shakes his head asking to stay outside a little longer. She concedes, knowing he needs time to come out of his head when his lives consume him.
Jeremy breathes a sigh of relief when she leaves, Henrik had never been so far from home before, he was being plagued with panic and fear. It didn't help that he had finally found one of his brothers and he is going to kill his sister/cousin whoever she is. Life is to fucking complicated sometimes. Moving to pull himself up he freezes.
He hears them before he sees them, Vampires, too bad you can't keep them off your property the way you can keep them out of your house.
"Who are you and what are you doing in this house?"
Jeremy just raises an eyebrow that their gall "Shouldn't I be asking you that considering this is my place, well my aunts she bought it recently."
"Welcome to the New Orleans then?" more of a question than a welcome Jeremy smirks still not willing to give up his name, they were obviously sent by someone.
"No offence guys but we just got here, haven't even finished unpacking yet. Could you." It's the one with the stupid old man hat that answers apologising for interrupting, dragging his glaring accomplice with him.
Heaving a sigh Jeremy pulls himself up, he needs to talk to Jenna. Or better yet Isabella.
[The house]
It takes a while to find Jenna, she is holed up a study that just screams Elijah, phone to her ear. She smiles as he enters. "Jeremey." she holds up a finger in the universal one second motion. Pulling the phone away from her ear to put it on speaker they hear,
Niklaus who are you speaking to,
A friend Elijah.
You don't have any friends Niklaus.
Jeremy's eyes widen at his older brother's name, a name he hasn't heard in so many years, his eyes meet Jenna's as he mouths the name.
"Jenna are you still there," Klaus pauses,
"You know Nik, you would think you cared." Startling a laugh from him.
"Jeremy, I hope you are taking good care of your aunt."
"I can take care of myself you mangy hybrid." this time the startled laugh is from Elijah.
"Rude, Love real rude." Jenna sniffs at his comment.
"We just rang to let you know we got here safe. Though Jeremy did nearly break one of your maids, running into her this morning." Jeremy interrupts to asks about her wellbeing, Jenna convinces him that she is fine. Before continuing, "Now I'm going to explore your giant house, but I expect a call no later than noon tomorrow do you hear me Nik. Noon tomorrow or I am coming back to kick your ass for making me worry. Elijah, I'm gathering you can hear me, so hopefully your brother will learn some manners the next time I call and actually introduce us properly. Good luck and be careful."
She hangs up with a heavy sigh, meeting Jeremy's eye she gestures to the chair across from hers.
"Soooo, Elijah is the eldest."
Jeremy shakes his head reminding her of Finn. He sighs. "Elijah was like our father, all of us. He kept us safe. He always kept us safe." His head falls forwards exhaustion taking over his features.
"What are you talking about?" Katerina is standing in the doorway shock colouring her features.
so the next chapter is gonna be the talk, honestly, I don't like Katerina but in this story, she is growing on me. I might actually let her live. also we will get an explanation about why Jenna is so ok with Elena dying and why she cares so much about Klaus so fast.
again so sorry for taking so long to do this, that being said I had this mostly typed up already i just needed to edit and change a few things.
As alwasy let me know what you think, Im completely making this up as i go along so any ideas are welcome.
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