Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the Originals, but I do own my OCs.
Summary: Blair has been on the run for 400 years, trying to escape her past. She never stays in once place long enough, but she finds herself drawn to New Orleans and it is there that she meets the Originals. She soon finds herself drawn into their drama and ends up connecting with the Noble Original, Elijah Mikaelson. Slowburn.
Fairygirl960: You know a love a good cliff-hanger!
THE ORIGINALS
Blair groaned as she felt herself come back to consciousness. Her head was pounding and her ears were ringing, it felt like she had been in a fight and had lost miserably. She slowly opened her eyes and winced when she saw the sunlight bleeding into the room. It took a few moments for her sensitive eyes to adjust to the new lighting and when it did she did not recognise anything. Blair didn't know where she was, but she did know she was sitting in a chair and her neck and back were in a very uncomfortable angle. Once her sight and bearings came back to her, she saw she was in a very fancy house – fashionably decorated and everything looked expensive. If she wasn't in this situation she probably would have liked it but this was not the time for such fancies. Blair tried to move her hands and feet but found that she couldn't move them and this made her frown in confusion. Looking down, Blair noticed the ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles, binding her to the chair. A bubble of panic fluttered in her chest. Could the Hunter have found her already? Blair mentally shook her head and shot down this answer. It wasn't the Hunter that found her – if it had been then he would have killed her on sight like he had tried multiple times in the past. He wouldn't have brought her to a fancy house and tied her to a chair as that wasn't his style. No, the Hunter wasn't behind this, this much she was confident about but that made her even more confused. If it wasn't the Hunter, who was it? Blair tried to mover her hands to get the knife strapped to her thigh, but she found she couldn't even move it much and this made her curse loudly in frustration.
Blair cast her mind back to what happened last, remembering how she had a vision and she had been too weak to protect herself. She knew someone had snuck up on her but she couldn't remember who it had been. Blair mentally cursed her powers, after having visions she was always weak for at least twelve hours afterwards, which is why she hated using them and would only use them sparingly. She used them when she was in a safe space and never out in the open. Her powers hardly ever activated without her foreknowledge but this time it did and now she was paying the consequences. There hadn't been any warning signs of an impending vision either and so she couldn't prepare for it. She wasn't given much time to ponder anything more as footsteps gave away that someone was heading her way. Two figures walked into the room, one male and the other female. The moment Blair saw them, she instantly knew who they were based on her visions.
"Well, look who decided to wake up," Klaus smirked as he walked further into the room with Rebekah right behind him.
Glaring at the Hybrid, Blair asked. "What the hell do you want?" Mentally, Blair was cursing her rotten luck. Of all the people she had to be kidnapped by, it had to be Niklaus Mikaelson. She had decided that New Orleans was cursed and she needed to get out as soon as possible – if she survived this encounter. Not too many people lived after meeting Klaus.
Klaus looked to his sister in amusement. "At least she isn't asking the boring questions," Most of his hostages would ask the typical questions so it was nice for a change, straight to business. Though, most never made it that far because he usually killed them beforehand.
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Just get on with it Nik," She wanted to find Elijah already so she didn't care much for the dramatics.
"Fine," Klaus said before looking to Blair. "I need you to do something for me, love."
Blair stared at him for a moment, unimpressed. She had heard many things about Klaus Mikaelson – none too kind, but she thought he would have been taller and a bit bulkier considering his reputation. She wasn't going to lie, Klaus was an attractive man but not her type. "Why should I do anything for you?" She asked, arching a brow. The grin on his face was the feature Blair noticed the most and even then she wasn't impressed. She had no idea what Katherine saw in him.
Klaus slowly smirked, "I am glad you asked." He took a knife out from his pocket and walked over to Blair before he placed the blade onto her face.
Blair's eyes widened when she felt the familiar burning sensation. The blade was made out of iron. Blair locked her jaw, her teeth grinding together as the burning pain got worse. Her body convulsed, trying to get away from the iron, but Klaus was stubborn and would press the metal harder onto her face, burning the flesh below it. Just as Blair was about to scream from the agonising pain, Klaus pulled the blade away. As the blade was moved away from her, Blair sagged in the chair, almost thankful for the rope otherwise she would have fallen to the floor. Mentally, Blair was cursing Klaus because of how much she hated iron being used against her. It was vile stuff that left her feeling weak and drained.
"She really is a Fae," Rebekah said, staring at Blair and the burn mark with wide eyes. She was only aware of one species that iron could injure and that was a Fae. Rebekah had never met a Fae before but heard loads about them. She, like everyone, thought them to be extinct. It was almost unreal to think that one was in front of her because she didn't look like a Fae.
"Yes," Klaus said, looking down at the iron knife, "Makes one curious as to why you're in New Orleans," He tilted his head as he began to ponder the idea himself. He knew very little about the Fae and it was concerning that one of them was in his city.
Blair glared at them, "Bite me."
"Is that an invitation?" Klaus asked, mischief in his eyes. He couldn't deny that the Fae in front of him smelt divine and he didn't mind sinking his teeth into her neck to taste her blood. He had tasted Fae blood once before and it had been the most delicious thing he had ever consumed in his thousand-year life. Nothing else compared to the euphoria he felt and just thinking about Fae blood made his mouth water.
Blair grit her teeth, her glare hardening as she looked at Klaus. All the rumours she had heard about him were true. He was a sly, malicious bastard who took what he wanted. A whole list of negatives about Klaus was going through her thoughts and she had half a mind to shout a few of them at him. Blair could feel the burn on her face slowly healing, the iron had slowed down her healing abilities.
"Enough!" Rebekah exclaimed, moving her brother out of the way. "We need you to perform a locator spell. Our brother's body has been taken and we want him back." She knew that if she let Nik have his way, they would be at this for hours before anything was achieved and she was getting angsty.
Turning her attention to the blonde Vampire, Blair looked her up and down. At least this one was prettier. Maybe in the next place she went, she would be blonde. "I was kidnapped because you need a spell? Go ask the Witches." She dismissed, turning her head away from the Originals.
Blair felt something touch under her chin and her head was moved to the other side so she was now facing Klaus, his face inches away from hers. "Help us, or I will kill you." He hissed lowly under his breath, his eyes wild and dangerous.
Blair's eyes glowed purple as fury filled her. "Do not touch me!" She yelled, flicking her finger as she felt her magic awaken. She did not take kindly to people touching her without her permission, and Klaus did not have her permission.
Klaus backed away, his own eyes blown wide. An unbearable pain filled his brain, and he fell to his knees. His eyesight and hearing were gone. He couldn't touch, smell or taste anything. It was a terrifying experience. Even as he screamed, he couldn't hear anything or feel anything. In his thousand years alive, he had never felt anything like this before. He had always been the predator, but now he felt vulnerable.
"What are you doing?!" Rebekah yelled out as she watched her brother writhe on the floor in agony. "Stop it!"
"Untie these ropes, now!" Blair ordered, her eyes still glowing purple.
Klaus continued to scream in agony, blood now pouring from his ears and nose.
Rebekah grabbed the knife that Klaus dropped and pressed it against Blair's face, "I said stop!" She yelled out, pressing the iron blade deeper into the Fae's face.
Blair hissed loudly, the blade hurting even more than before. Feeling herself weaken, Blair stopped her assault on Klaus, and only then did Rebekah remove the blade from her face. Blair breathed in deeply, the pain still wracked her body as the aftershock hit her. Her glamour shook but held in place due to her own stubbornness. Luckily, it seemed no one noticed this.
Slowly, Klaus stood up, the blood on his face making him even more menacing than before. "I was going to be nice, but not anymore." He took the iron knife from Rebekah's hand and stabbed it into Blair's left thigh.
Blair screamed loudly, pain flooding her system. She could feel the iron inside her thigh, burning away everything it touched. She struggled in her bindings, trying to get her hands free so she could get that iron blade out of her, but it was no use. All it did was cause the rope to burn her wrists the more she struggled. The burning iron was cauterising the wound, so she couldn't even bleed to death after being stabbed.
Klaus moved closer to her, "Ready to reconsider, love?" Using his sleeve, he wiped away the blood and Rebekah sent him a concerned look.
"Go to hell!" Blair shouted back in pain, her body convulsing in agony. The pain was only fuelling her anger against him and she swore to every deity on the planet she would make him pay.
Sighing, Klaus moved to stand behind Blair and snapped her neck with a flick of his wrists. A loud snap echoed through the room as Blair's head dropped limply and her body sagged.
Rebekah watched in annoyance. "Nik! We needed her."
Klaus dismissed her, "She'll wake up in a few hours, and then we can begin again," He said, removing the blade from Blair's thigh before leaving the room.
Sparing one last glance at the Fae, Rebekah left the room.
Hours passed before Blair groaned. Her spine fully healed so now she was alive once more. Her neck, thigh and head ached very badly. Blair rolled her head back and moved her shoulders, wincing at how stiff they were. Her whole body was stiff and she was in a foul temper. Blair vowed that when she was free, she would make both Klaus and Rebekah pay for what they did. As soon as she was free, she was going to leave New Orleans so she didn't have to even look at their faces.
Blair snapped out of her thoughts when Klaus stepped back into the room. He had a smug smirk on his face, "Are you ready to reconsider my offer?" He asked, walking further into the room until he stood in front of her.
"Go fuck yourself," Blair spat, glaring hatefully at the man.
Within a blink of the eye, Klaus appeared in front of her, "You would do best to watch that tongue of yours," He hissed lowly, his eyes like blue steel.
"Says the man trying to make a deal with a Fae," Blair sneered as she leaned forward.
Klaus shrugged his shoulders. "Well, that's what I thought Fae's were for. That and snatching children." His smirk was condescending as if he knew this to be a fact.
Blair rolled her eyes. She hated those stereotypes against her kind. Since the Fae hadn't been seen in such a long time, people had taken liberties when it came to describing them. Fae was not small or pixie size – they were the same height as ordinary humans, though some smaller than others. However, because some of her kind used to help people in exchange for a favour, people assumed that this is what the Fae did. As for snatching the children, that was not the case either. It was the Witches that demonised the Fae, spreading lies to make themselves out to better than they were. It quickly dawned to Blair that she could use this situation to her advantage. "So, you wish to make a deal with me. But what do I get out of this?" She asked, looking at Klaus with an arched brow. Blair didn't like to play into the stereotypes but if it meant she could get out of this situation, then so be it.
"How about I don't kill you," Klaus suggested, a sly smirk in place. Blair threw her head back and laughed, causing Klaus to frown. "You find your potential death amusing?" No one had laughed in his face when he threatened their lives so this was unexpected.
"No," Blair shook her head, "But if you want to kill me, you're going to need to get in line." She answered, a smirk in place. In her 400 years on the run, Blair had made some enemies, ones that would love to see her dead. But the biggest one was the Hunter and she was pretty sure the Queen would also be happy to see her dead.
Klaus stayed silent, observing the Fae quietly.
"How about this, I help you and then you owe me a favour," Blair suggested.
"And what pray tell would I owe you?" Klaus asked, intrigued by the offer before him. No one had asked for a favour from him in exchange so this made him curious.
Blair shrugged, "Don't know yet. But if I need you, I can call it in." She didn't see this as a bad deal. Surely there could be nothing wrong with having an Original owing her a favour. She could think of a few things she could do with that favour.
Klaus and Blair stared at one another, a silent battle of wills taking place. Blair wasn't going to back down, and neither was Klaus. Klaus knew that he could easily take the Fae's life by just removing her heart from her chest cavity – something that Blair was also well aware of. But he was curious to know what a Fae could do. He hadn't seen one in a long time and he was very curious. Also, it would give him an advantage as the Fae would be on his side since no one else knew this fact, giving him the element of surprise. The benefits did outweigh the bad, but Klaus hated being told what to do.
Rebekah walked into the room, rolling her eyes at the pair of them. "Oh, just bloody agree to it. There isn't much you haven't done anyway," This was taking far too long for her liking anyway and it appeared the Fae was far too stubborn than they had anticipated.
"Fine," Klaus said begrudgingly, "You have a deal,"
"Good, now untie me," Blair demanded, glaring at Klaus. The fact she had been tied up was just insulting. It was a bruise to her ego that Klaus had caught her at a bad moment when she was weak. It was a moment she vowed would never happen again because she hated being weak. If the vision hadn't caught her off guard she was confident she could have fought him off and make her escape.
"I quite liked you tied up," Klaus smirked, causing Blair to scowl. Without another word, Klaus pulled at the ropes and snapped them apart with ease.
Once free, Blair rubbed her wrists. There was no mark there but they ached, as did her thigh where Klaus had stabbed her. However, she refused to show weakness in front of two Vampires, especially not Klaus. Blair stood from her seat and looked at the siblings, "I'm going to need a map of New Orleans," She said, walking out of the room, heading somewhere with more light and the two Originals followed behind her.
Minutes later, Klaus, Rebekah and Blair were sat in the living room. Blair noticed that the living room was even grander than the other room and she could see the expensive Persian rugs on the floor with priceless vases in place. Blair could tell this place was a mansion. Though she doubted that the Mikaelson's ever did anything by halves. In front of her was a map of New Orleans, something that Rebekah had grabbed for her. It was sat on the table, facing Blair as she was sat on the couch, with Klaus and Rebekah sat adjacent to her.
"Remind me why you need my help again? Surely your brother can get himself out of this situation." Blair asked, curious as to why an Original would need help getting out of a situation. The legends said that the Originals were basically unbeatable – except if a white oak stake was involved. However, none of them had been spotted in years, except for some in Mystic Falls but she had been told by her informants they were all gone.
Klaus leaned forward and hissed lowly, "That is none of your concern,"
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up. You will find that my dear brother, bargained my other brother's body. He is desiccated but still very much alive," As she spoke, she glared at Klaus, still not happy that he had given Elijah's body to Marcel.
"And as I said, dear sister, I needed to gain Marcel's trust if I am to regain control of my city," Klaus replied back, a slight bite to his tone.
Ignoring the siblings, Blair looked at the map. It was a good map that showed all of New Orleans, now the only way she wouldn't be able to find their brother is if he wasn't in New Orleans but then she would need another map. "I need your blood. Just a few drops on the map and then I can locate him," Blair said as she looked at the two Originals.
Klaus and Rebekah looked at one another, silently debating who would give up their blood. Eventually, Rebekah sighed, "I'll do it." With her sharpened nails, she sliced a small wound on her wrist and let the blood drop onto the map. After a few drops of blood, Rebekah pulled away from her wrists as it healed up immediately.
With the blood in place, Blair then waved her open hand over the map, hissing a few words under her breath. Klaus and Rebekah stopped talking when they heard Blair hiss in an ancient language, one that they hadn't heard before. The blood rippled on the map and seemed to congeal into a more solid form before it moved at a slow pace. They watched as the blood began to travel until it stopped and circled around a location: St. Anne's Church.
"That's where your brother is being kept," Blair announced, looking at Klaus and Rebekah. Locator spells were easy enough and she couldn't believe she had been needed for this.
Rebekah stood up, ready to retrieve her brother, but was stopped when Klaus grabbed her arm, stopping her, "Nik! What's the issue? We know where he is." She said, looking at him in confusion and frustration.
"No need to be hasty. Now that we know where he is, we need a plan. I can't just take him. I have already asked Marcel and he said no. So now, it's time for war. The issue is I still need to gain his trust more so he doesn't suspect me of anything." Klaus explained calmly, his mind calculating a plan that would work in his favour. In his mind, this was now war since Marcel had refused his request.
Rebekah huffed and sat back down, not happy with the turn of events.
"Save his life," Blair said, after watching the two of them.
Klaus and Rebekah looked to the Fae, "What are you talking about?" Rebekah demanded. She hadn't expected her to talk again and was annoyed when the Fae had spoken up.
Blair rolled her eyes at the attitude. "Look, you need to gain Marcel's trust. The easiest way is to usually save that person's life. Set a trap where a Witch uses magic or something, show them that you have his back," Blair had purposely suggested a Witch. Vampires were still looking for the person who took down three Vampires and that blame could easily be passed onto a Witch since no one knew about her. At least this way, Vampires would stop sniffing around long enough for her to get out of New Orleans.
Slowly, a smirk spread across Klaus' face. "I knew there was something I liked about you,"
Rolling her eyes, she asked. "Can I leave now?" Blair really needed to change her clothes and soak in a bath for hours to get the grime off her. She didn't like being unclean and she felt absolutely filthy after passing out on the grass and being stabbed with an iron knife.
Klaus nodded his head, signally that she could leave. As soon as he did that, Blair stood up and left the mansion, not looking back once.
ORIGINALS
Hours had passed since Blair had left the Mikaelson's place and she had spent that time pampering herself as much as possible. She had spent two hours in the bathtub, scrubbing away the grime on her skin. She had to change the water a few times until it no longer changed colour and she scrubbed her skin until it was raw. After the bath, she had leisurely spent time moisturising her entire body while listening to soothing music and wine she had stolen on the way. She then spent the time magically cleaning her sunflower mini dress, not happy that there were grass stains and blood on the white material. It was one of her favourites and she wasn't about to lose it now. Blair had also found her bag in the park, amazed that it hadn't been stolen but she was happy to get her belongings back. Perfectly clean and her skin soft, Blair was dressed in a large t-shirt and a pair of panties, getting ready for bed. She had also sprayed her scent blocking perfume on herself, decided to carry it in her bag instead. She had been caught off guard twice and that didn't sit right with her. Usually, she wasn't this bad. It was due to this that Blair started to think that New Orleans was cursed. That was why Blair had decided to leave first thing tomorrow morning. Her suitcase was already packed as well as all her other stuff. Now, she pondered on what her new glamour would look like and had decided to not go blonde. Maybe this time she might be a middle-aged woman just to mix it up a little bit. It had been forty years since she had made her glamour a middle-aged woman.
Just as Blair was about to settle into her bed for the night, there was a knock on her door. Blair looked at the door cautiously. It was nearly midnight and it seemed suspicious that someone was knocking on her door at that time.
"It's me," Chloe said from the other side of the door.
Groaning, Blair stood up and opened the door, lowering her magical shields around the room, "What?" She demanded, unhappy with the intrusion. She had wanted to drink her wine in peace before going to bed but it seemed that wasn't going to happen.
Chloe attempted to walk into the room but was met with resistance. She looked to Blair confused, "Can I come in?" She asked, curious of the magic Blair had in place. She had never seen magic like this and it made her wonder what else Blair could do.
For a moment, Blair considered turning Chloe away but something inside her told her not to. Sighing deeply, Blair nodded her head. "Yes, you can come in," She took a step back and allowed Chloe to walk into her room. Once she was inside, Blair closed the door and checked to make sure her magic barrier was still in place, which it was. With that checked, she then placed a privacy spell around the room – a habit she had got into many years ago.
Chloe started to pace around the room anxiously, "You were right," She said, her voice low and her whole body tense.
"I usually am." Blair agreed, nodding her head as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Chloe stopped pacing and looked to Blair, "The Queen wants the child. She was furious when she found out that Hayley nearly aborted the child with aconite." Her eyes were darting around the room. Years of secrecy making Chloe jumpy and paranoid.
Something inside Blair relaxed. She was relieved to know that it hadn't been Chloe that purchased the Wolfsbane and she understood why it had been Wolf Girl. If she was pregnant with Klaus' child, she would have done the same thing. But, she wouldn't have slept with him, to begin with – she had standards for goodness sake. However, the name Hayley rang a bell, it had been the name of the Wolf girl that she had a vision about. Blair repressed a shiver at the vision. It hadn't been a pleasant vision to see.
"She is going to send someone to kidnap Hayley and the child saying that she couldn't trust Hayley not to do something stupid. I don't know when, but she plans to send Tumas after her," Chloe said, fear seeping into her eyes.
That name caused Blair to curse out loud. She knew that the Queen was serious if she sent Tumas after Hayley. Tumas was the Queen's, right-hand man. He was strong – his speed and agility were unrivalled by any Fae. Tumas was also the leader of the Queen's Royal Guards and he trained any young Fae willing to fight for the Queen. His devotion to the Queen was borderline creepy and terrifying. Brushing this off, Blair asked, "And what does this have to do with me?"
"You have to help her." Chloe pleaded, "You're the only one that can," She had not seen any Fae with magic like Blair's and she knew that Blair was the only person that could help her. She was confident that Blair could help protect that child from the Queen.
Blair shook her head, "I am not doing anything. I am leaving New Orleans tomorrow and going somewhere else," She hadn't decided where she was going to go, but anywhere was better than New Orleans at this point. There was no way she was getting involved with a war and meeting Klaus had only solidified this thought.
Chloe stared at Blair with pleading eyes, "Please. You know what the Queen will do to this baby once it's born," Her voice was barely above a whisper, but desperation was laced into it.
Staying silent, Blair looked away from Chloe. Blair knew exactly what the Queen would do to the child – she did know that woman best after all. If the rumours were true about the baby being the downfall of the Witches, the Queen would use that baby as a weapon. The Queen would mould the baby into her own image and use that child to destroy the Witches. All Fae hated Witches and all Witches hated Fae. Vampires and Werewolves were mortal enemies, just like Witches and Fae were enemies. However, the Witches had been unchecked for a while and the Queen would use that child to bring all Witches to their knees.
"You do it," Blair said, not wanting to get involved.
Shaking her head, Chloe looked at the ground, saddened. "I can't. I am taking a huge risk by even being here and warning you. If anyone were to know I was warning you, I would be killed. As far as they know, I am still trying to convince you to spy for the Queen."
"Something I will never do," Blair said, adamant about this.
Chloe nodded her head, "I know, you're stubborn," She said with a weak smile. She hadn't told the Queen anything about Blair's responses, knowing that they would upset her. Chloe was aware of how badly Blair had it and she didn't need the Queen as an enemy too. However, the Queen was starting to become impatient and there wasn't much Chloe could do.
Blair smirked, agreeing with her statement.
"But you know what she'll do to the child if she gets her hands on it," Chloe said, "I am begging you to not let that happen. Just stay a few days longer," She could not in good conscious let anything happen to that baby. The baby was innocent and didn't deserve what the Queen had planned.
Blair frowned and sighed deeply, "I'll think about it,"
Chloe sighed in relief, "Thank you,"
Shaking her head, she motioned to do the door, "Now go before she gets suspicious," Blair said, waving her hand to bring down her seals around the room so Chloe could leave. She knew that if Chloe didn't leave soon then it would look suspicious and she didn't trust the Queen to not have people watching Chloe.
Without another word, Chloe left the room, leaving Blair on her own. Blair waved her hand, putting back all her locks and seals around the room.