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12/24/2021 03:17 AM
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The Key Holder
1x1 with Lazarus/ mentions Fierce Heart The Key Holder Rembrandt/ 1593610 There was nothing that happened in New Orleans without the knowledge of Klaus Mikaelson. He often traveled between New Orleans and Mystic Falls because his beloved wife Caroline had obligations there as the Headmistress of the Salvatore School. Her daughters still attended the school as they were both witches learning their craft. There was something else about the School he was supposed to know. There was a huge gap there however that still bothered him. It annoyed him when there was a mystery he simply could not answer. He was Klaus Mikaelson. He had all the answers.
Caroline was tending to some matters regarding the school. Apparently there was a newly triggered young wolf that she was attempting to recruit for the school. That had no pack. Being half wolf himself, Klaus did know the significance of pack life for wolves. He'd even created his own pack a lifetime ago in Mystic Falls with his Hybrids. Thanks to the betrayal of Hayley Marshall and Tyler Lockwood, Klaus had to put an end to it. It was rather sad really. He had stopped outside of the nursery in the Abattoir to look in on his and Caroline's son Mercutio. There was an attendant there ensuring that the little Prince had every need catered to and every wish fulfilled. Yet there was still something dreadfully wrong. The thought still wouldn't leave the mind of The Original Hybrid and it was increasingly agitating.
Klaus' right hand was a sireling vampire of his that was Native American by blood. Over 200 years ago, Klaus was able to rescue this lad from death by The Trail of Tears. He'd given the young man the needed strength to fight back against Jackson's troops to save some of his people. Indeed Klaus Mikaelson was not hated and reviled by all men. Some still considered him an ally. The Cherokee still did. "I'm going into town." He told the vampire calling himself Brandon Skyhawk. "Be sure that no harm comes to my son." Skyhawk nodded in agreement which satisfied Klaus who soon left the Abattoir.
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Klaus marched into Rousseau's without a second thought some time later. On the far wall were pictures there of regular patrons that were a part of the family. He began to visually scan the clusters of photos over the years. This mystery girl had been in several of these photos, not only with Klaus and Caroline themselves but with Freya, Elijah and even Kol. This only served to ignite the fire of the Original Hybrid's temper more! What was the magic causing this? Who was this girl? How was she tied to the Mikaelson Family? These mounting tensions were not bringing out the best in him. They were taking him back in time with this level of anger.
Klaus Mikaelson had originally been born 6000 years ago as Lamech son of the Father of Murder himself, Cain. The blood of a demonic nephilim burned in his veins. He'd tasted death at the hands of his own father Cain only to be reborn with no memory of his previous life until those memories had been unlocked. The wife of that demonic nephilim Lamech had been a witch named Adah who had been reborn herself. Klaus didn't know how many times Adah had been reborn. He knew that she lived now as Caroline Forbes Mikaelson, his wife. Memories being locked away were not new to him. It made him more determined than ever to find why he'd been cursed with more memories to have been stolen.
Klaus turned to leave Rousseau's with a look of dogged determination and silent fury on his face. It had taken a witch the caliber of his first Sister Madeleana to unlock the key of his memories of Lamech. Now something was precluding his memories as Klaus and he didn't like it. Given that Klaus' memories were blocked, the chances were likely high that his oldest sister Freya's were as well. This meant only one thing to him. Klaus had to seek help in The Cauldron. He had no choice. Getting a witch powerful enough to help him, was still the issue. He'd resolve that once he entered The Cauldron. He left Rousseau's heading directly there.
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11/27/2021 11:10 PM
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Irish Eyes
Irish Eyes Rembrandt/ 1593610 AUTHOR'S NOTE. This piece is connected to another I wrote that you can locate here One week agoIn the countryside of Ireland The Emerald Isle had been home to many different civilizations over the years. University College of Dublin financed a dig here for the archaeology majors. It was an elaborate set up with various pits in a 45 yard radius of a certain spot. Each pit had four students inside working in unison. One student was a girl with flowing curly crimson locks that were tied in a ponytail behind her head. Her brilliant jade hues were focused intently on an item that appeared to be embedded in the dirt rather deeply. She began firmly scraping so as not to damage anything that might be recovered in this particular pit. Finally she started to uncover a medallion with an inscription on it. "Professor! I think I found something." The instructor was a tallish man with a distinctly receding hairline. He had spectacles on a chain from his neck that he lifted to sit upon his nose one more time. He approached the student who had called to him looking inside to spy the object she was excavating. "What have you found there?" "I'm not sure." She cracked away at the dirt until the medallion revealed its secret. There was a superscript "M" surrounded by snakes. Snakes were no longer located in Ireland so this was a rather fascinating discovery. She started to pull the medallion free when she realized that it was in the hands of a skeleton. From the looks of the skeleton it was a female. The professor turned as white as a sheet. His eyes widened. "So she really was alive…" He whispered in increasingly loud telling tones. "Brigid was real….. This has to be her." The young student was shocked by the declaration. She and her other classmates exited the pit. They were frightened out of their minds. Finding Brigid meant that the Monster would be coming back if he wasn't already here…. ~*~ Present DayIreland was a land of the greenest hills and the most beautiful blue skies. Klaus loved it here and he knew his wife Caroline did too. He had whisked away his wife and toddler son to Ireland for some much needed rest. The school was on a summer break. They wouldn't resume classes for weeks yet. That was plenty of time for them to spend together. Klaus Mikaelson stood outside in the gardens of a castle that had come into his possession nearly 900 years ago. It was from this castle that he overlooked the hamlet below. He was a different creature back then but still the heart of evil remained the same. It was just hidden more carefully over the centuries. He'd hidden here many times over the years. He even had an area in the dungeon renovated somewhere along the time that Joan of Arc was conducting her battles against the English because no one would bloody care what he was even doing. This was where he kept the coffins of his siblings when they needed to be daggered on occasion. Poor Finn spent two hundred years locked in his coffin in that wing. One could almost feel sorry for him. AlmostKlaus couldn't wait to have his son run the grounds of this castle. Mercutio was becoming a strapping young boy with a distinct proclivity for mischief. There were little subtle hints about the child that had him quite concerned. Ireland was definitely the place to be, because answers that they needed couldn't be found in America. That was something of which Klaus was definitely certain. He decided to pull out his phone to call his protegee when he got this notification on his phone. It was a picture of a medallion bearing the Mikaelson crest caked with the dirt of the ages. The headline read. "The grave of St. Brigid discovered. The Legends of The Monster of Tullamore are being spoken of once more for the first time in 900 years." Klaus' steps carried him into the castle and toward the nursery where he found Caroline looking after their son. " I should have told you a long time ago." He handed the phone to his wife so she could read what was on his screen. "I am the Monster of Tullamore." He added with hushed tones.
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05/28/2021 10:43 PM
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The Prince
The Prince Rembrandt/ 1593610 features Truthbomb, mentions Fierce Heart
In a time long ago, the Earth truly was young and burgeoning with life. The stories of Silas, Qetsiyah and Amara had yet to be told. This was more than a mere man; he was one of the princes of the Earth. His hair was the color of sunlight and his eyes were the color of the sky. His name was Lamech and he was a son of the Father of Murder Cain.
Lamech had a temper that was explosive and deadly. As a child, he had killed one of the goats in his father's herd merely for the fact that he was bored and wanted to watch the animal squirm as it died. Darkness surrounded the child. Darkness became a part of who the child was. Darkness was always deep within the soul of the child who soon became a man.
Whispers were often spoken in secret about Lamech as he grew to become a young man. Some told of the atrocities committed by Prince Lamech speaking of a demonic appearance completed with some reports of thick wings that resembled those of a peregrine falcon that came from his back. Fear and trepidation rose in ranks of the servants of the House of Cain. The first murderer had other children as part of his house. Lamech was merely more evil perpetrated upon the earth that could never be stopped, or could it?
When the young prince was on the brink of manhood, a would-be assassin crept into Lamech's tent as he slept. Under cover of darkness, this man sought to eliminate evil from their midst. The previous night had seen a grand celebration of the young prince's birthday. He would be leaving the protection of his father to take a portion of the herd and the servants to go his separate way. This man's daughter was selected to serve as a concubine to Lamech. Rather than let his daughter suffer, he sought to kill The Prince. This was his last chance.
Lamech was laying upon a pile of pillows made from the linens of the finest of materials. Having imbibed much of the wine in the storehouse, the man who crept was sure The Prince was thoroughly intoxicated. Digits curled around the hilt of this blade tighter. He steeled his reserve as he crept in closer. This brave yet foolhardy man sought to save his daughter from the curse of the house of Cain and being at the whims of this young monster, Lamech. Lamech still had barely moved bringing in the heartbroken father closer to him. When he was finally within reach, the assassin raised his hand overhead with a copper dagger gleaming and ready to find the black heart of the monster.
There was a repulsive sound that soon penetrated the air. The look of abject horror was etched onto the face of the man who sought to kill The Prince. Lamech was wide awake much to the horror of his would-be assassin. The Prince's right hand had penetrated the chest of the man standing over him. In Lamech's hand he felt the beating muscle he knew would bring life or death to any creature. "Well, look what we have here…" Delicious evil spread over the countenance of The Prince as he kept his hand inside the man's chest. "It would appear that someone is not happy with his daughter's destiny."
The man coughed and sputtered blood with each breath. "P-p-please my Prince. M-mercy I beg you." The color began to fade more from the man's face as Lamech tightened his grip. The screams of agony of the man only seemed to excite Lamech more. The darkness in his soul was spreading.
"Mercy? You beseech me for mercy?" Lamech's sardonic smile was horrifying. He enjoyed making the man suffer. "You wanted to kill me. Why should I show you mercy? You are nothing but a worm." He hissed before finally contracting the muscle of his right arm. Lamech removed the heart from the man as he enjoyed the sight of the man's eyes rolling back into his head in the throes of death.
The sound of the man's body followed by his heart hitting the ground brought in several male attendants to The Prince. "Clean up this mess and put him on display as a warning to those who would oppose me." He moved toward a female servant who had entered to provide water for him to wash his bloodied hand.
"Yes my Prince. And this man's daughter?" Asked the armed guard curiously.
Lamech stood there long enough to allow the female servant to clean his hand. He pondered the question while admiring the beauty of the woman attending to him. "One cannot have children from a concubine with such treacherous roots. Kill her." He told the guard with a nonchalant attitude. He slid a finger under the chin of the female tending to him. He admired her beauty immensely. "You will take her place." The girl nodded in obedience to The Prince and was led away by the guards.
Once left alone, a shrouded figure entered his tent. By the general build of the figure, it was not hard to know that the figure was female. "Lamech, you walk a dangerous path." She spoke to him. "You should learn from your father's mistakes."
Lamech was unflinching. "Who says I'm not already learning from them, Grandmother?" A smirk turned the corner of his mouth upward in a crooked grin.
She lowered her hood. It was indeed Eve the mother of Cain that stood there with him. "One day there will be one that captures your heart so much that you will be willing to give up everything for her. Your destiny is intertwined with hers, yet in the end you will lose everything and her."
Lamech seemed amused by what he saw as his grandmother's ranting. "There is nothing I can do but watch as I run headlong into oblivion then is there?"
"Remember these words someday Lamech. When you stand over the body of your soulmate as she has left you to walk with God, you will remember what I have said to you." Eve reported despite the unbelief of her grandson.
It would be another decade when one had enraptured his heart and borne him two children. Her name was Adah and she was his Desert Flower. For now however, the Legend of the Dark Prince had begun.
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05/10/2021 04:08 AM
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The Key Holder
1x1 with Lazarus feat: Fierce Heart The Key Holder Rembrandt/ 1593610 His eyes opened slowly on this particular day. The immortal Original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson had been the victim of magical spells before, but this one was one for the record books. Moving his bare feet to the side of the bed, he felt the cold ground underneath. A hand moved to his head to lace into his golden curls. Something was wrong. Exactly what, he wasn't sure.
Wearing only a pair of pajama pants, Klaus made his way into the light of the courtyard. The sound of his shuffling feet filled his hearing. He sat himself down at the table waiting for the staff of the Abbatoir to tend to him or for his sister Freya to emerge from her bedchamber with her wife Keelin. He seemed to remember some sort of a magical spell his Elder Sister placed on him that had counteracted something. What was it again? . "Freya… Elijah…." His voice was pitiful because his head was throbbing. "Bloody magical wankers…" He swore.
There was a woman who approached him with a goblet in her hand and a bandage on her wrist. "Good morning, Mr. Mikaelson." She told Klaus while showing a healthy respect to him and for him.
Klaus grumbled some more before taking the goblet from her hand. The scent of fresh blood was always a benefit especially when his disposition was not exactly sunny one. He lifted the goblet to his lips and started to drink. The reenergizing power of fresh blood always seemed to put him in a better mood, but something was still off. He took the goblet of blood and returned to his room grumbling something unintelligible about witches.
He generally had no use for witches. Even the fact his eldest sister was a witch irritated him to a certain degree. Witches were only good when they were needed to undo things like curses. His thoughts drifted back some ten years ago when he first returned to Mystic Falls to finally break the curse to become a fully recognized Hybrid once more. The witches had uses then alright. His disposition was starting to improve after thinking about the slaughter that he'd partaken while in Mystic Falls. Even amongst it all something he'd never anticipated actually did happen. Klaus Mikaelson fell in love.
Looking at the fourth finger of his left hand, he saw a ring there that had been placed there by her. Caroline Forbes, the blonde vampire that had enraptured his heart back in Mystic Falls was his wife. He'd swept into town after the death of Stefan Salvatore and snatched her into his life and his bed to make her his wife. He was obviously in New Orleans, but where was his Caroline?
His cell phone sitting on the desk in his room sounded. He'd missed a call as he'd meandered into the courtyard for something to eat. He picked up the phone and listened to the message that had been from his wife.
Klaus, I'm sorry for the delay. We've had a few things happen at the school. It isn't anything you need to worry about. Alaric and I are handling the whole thing. Hopefully it shouldn't take too much longer. I miss you and I love you! See you soon.
The message came through from Caroline with her usual charm and personality. Klaus managed a crooked grin. After all this, he'd still managed to follow through on his pledge to her that Tyler Lockwood was her first love and he would be her last. It was obvious he was again right. Klaus tapped the screen on the phone and sat it aside. He had to prepare for his day.
The Original Hybrid moved into his closet to find a suitable shirt and a pair of blue jeans for this warm day in New Orleans. As he walked out of the closet, he saw a picture on his dresser that caught his eye. He was in said picture but there was a young girl in it as well that seemed to be quite familiar with him and to him. He just could not recall who she was. "What the devil?" He declared. Finishing his goblet from breakfast, he kept this picture in hand. He had to see if there were more pictures of this child elsewhere in the Abbatoir.
Klaus carried this picture into the hall. He saw more images of this girl by herself and in other pictures with him and even with him and Caroline's Twins. He knew Josie and Lizzie but the other girl. He kept trying to remember who this girl was. The more he strained to remember, the more his head was hurting. "NO!" He growled as he threw the picture in his hand across the room. The glass of the frame shattered into a shower of tiny rainbows as each piece reflected the sun. Why couldn't he remember? What was happening to him?
Angry footsteps of the Original Hybrid took him out of his home and into the city of New Orleans. He had to see if any of the places he frequented had more pictures of this girl. This was a mystery and Klaus hated mysteries. He was the Key Holder and right now he held none.
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05/02/2021 06:46 PM
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A New Hope
For HOPE featuring Armani. Mentions Queen Bee. A new HOPE Rembrandt/ 1593610 For over one thousand years, he had been the monster that had haunted the nightmares of lesser men. He’d been proud of such an accomplishment. He dared not allow anything or anyone close to him. It wasn’t fear, at least that’s what he had told himself. He was a monster created by the hands of his own parents. His biological father was the Alpha of the Atlantic Pack. His mother had stolen away to have a secret affair with him while her husband had gone off on Viking Raiding Parties. The secret kept for years, it all came manifest two decades later when the Viking Mikael had sought to eliminate the pain of losing a child yet again by making his remaining children immortal. The curse of vampirism fell upon the children of Mikael and the son of Esther’s infidelity whom they called Niklaus. Niklaus was weak and sickly as a child all because Esther’s magic kept him that way. Now that he was the first of his kind, The Original Hybrid, he was a monster free to cut a bloody swath across the world. It started in the village that would eventually become Mystic Falls. Now here he was in New Orleans, Louisiana over a millenia later staring down at a small bundle in the hands of the wolf that carried her.
Hayley Marshall. He’d never given the girl a second thought. She’d turned Tyler Lockwood against him and even orchestrated the events that led to him killing his twelve hybrids. Tyler’s own MOTHER died at his hand after that because of the irritation he’d felt. Now here, after all that and a moment between them, something happened that would change his life forever. Looking back at him, swaddled in the arms of the newest hybrid was his own eyes. Hayley was looking directly into their daughter’s eyes with nothing but the pure love of a mother. Klaus was just astounded at the enormity of it all.
Elijah had told him that he’d change his mind. Elijah told him that all any of them had ever wanted was a family. Klaus shook his head, not daring to buy into the logic of his elder brother. Elijah had a clear head and focus that Klaus himself didn’t really have since all this had become well known. Klaus Mikaelson had a daughter. He was a father. He had an heir. He marveled in silence at the tiny little fingers and tiny little nose. Those sweet little lips made suckling movements as he’d seen most little children do over the years when they were sound asleep. They didn’t know they did it. Over the centuries, it never seemed like anything special to him. Now that it was his biological child. It all had seemed so much different. It was the most beautiful thing in all the world.
“Niklaus, Hayley. It’s time.” Elijah stood behind him in his finest suit. The collar of his crisp shirt was tipped in blood as were the cufflinks on his suit. He spoke in low tones because this was something that none of them had wanted to see happen. There was no other way. It had to happen like this all because of the events of the night. It had been a bloody night this night. They’d put a stop to the witch ancestors who had hated him for all these centuries. It made his own hate burn brighter knowing that they plotted against him. It made him more determined than ever to put an end to them once and for all. He was a feral animal and they knew it. NOW, they were going to experience it on levels they couldn’t even fathom.
Hayley’s tears were burning down her cheeks. Klaus slowly reached for the tiny baby wrapped in the cloth that had come from the finest weavers in New Orleans. His jaw set in rigid anger as he gently took his daughter from her mother. “Forgive me Little Wolf. There is no other way.” He spoke for the first time with actual affection to the Crescent who bore his daughter. He looked to Elijah. “Keep her safe brother. She needs you.” Klaus wasn’t a fool. He could see the affection his brother had for Hayley. No one was going to defend her more fiercely than Elijah would. Now it was his turn to ensure his daughter’s protection.
Klaus tucked his baby girl into his arms with a protective embrace. The call had gone out to his sister Rebekah. She had spent a thousand years yearning for a child. He knew that no one would love her as remotely close as he or Hayley would, but Rebekah would be damned close. Rebekah would give her life to protect Hope and there was no one he trusted more. Klaus himself had a plan for utter destruction. Neither Hayley nor Hope needed to be anywhere near what he was planning. Let whatever hell fall on him that may. He was an Alpha. He’d always protected his family over the centuries. Even in the past years his siblings had been put down by members of the Five, he came back and invoked the wrath of a curse all to protect those whom he loved the most. NOW someone was here that he loved more than that.
A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. He drove silently into the night for his meeting with his sister outside of town. HIs daughter, his HOPE was everything to him. He had put up for a curse for his siblings and would do it again if he needed to in order to protect them. HOPE was different. He would lay down his life for his daughter without hesitation. IF it meant that she would life a perfectly healthy life without pain or discomfort and that she could be in peace, Klaus would take the nearest White Oak Stake and run it through his own heart. HOPE was his little princess and would always be. Nothing else mattered but her.
He pulled up at the spot in which he was to meet Rebekah and waited in the darkness. With tears racing down his own cheeks, trembling lips whispered one small phrase. “Happy Birthday My HOPE.”
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04/25/2021 07:02 PM
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An Alphabet Homage
A - Are you Single? (Asked by Fierce Heart) - *scratches his chin* Am I Single? Tell that to the love of my life--- oh wait!! That's YOU. Caroline, you bloody well know the answer to this question.
C - Crush? (Asked by Fierce Heart) I married my crush.
D - Did you get your first kiss? (Asked by Fierce Heart) I did. I was but a lad by the shore of what you and your friends used as a swimming hole. Who was it? A beautiful brunette with warm brown eyes named Tatia.
F - First Song? (asked by Ardent) I've listened to a lot of music over the centuries. My tastes are quite eclectic. However there was a human who was nearly as ruthless as I that I was rather fond of at one time. He sang something called "My Way." Frank Sinatra was an amazing human being.
G - Good at? (Asked by Ardent) You know this one Mate. Slaughter on a rather grand scale. I never do anything half-a s s ed.
I - In Love? (Asked by Fierce Heart). I don't know love. I can't imagine who I would actually love…. *Chuckles*
J- Jealous of? (Asked by Fierce Heart) I've not a jealous bone in my body. Don't be absurd. They are all dead.
L- Longest Relationship? (Asked by Fierce Heart) My longest relationship is with Madeleana Morningstar. When I was a child, she was the Pale Mother who saved me often from the abuse of Mikael and the neglect of Esther. It wasn't until much later in life that I discovered I am the reincarnation of her baby brother Lamech.
N- Number? (Asked by Ardent) 42. If you know, you understand.
O- One wish ? (Asked by Ardent) World Domination. What else?
Q - Question Always asked? (Asked by Ardent). Are you going to let your daughter marry her pup? Answer: Of bloody course not. However, when your daughter is a tribrid you must pick and choose your battles carefully. (@ Hope and @Foster Kid)
R - Reason to Smile? (Asked by Fierce Heart and Luvis Plenia) I have several. My wife and my daughter are on the top of that list. (@Fierce Heart @Hope). There are others I hold particular affection for, but these two ladies hold my heart and make me smile.
S- Song Last Listened to? (Asked by Ardent). Yellow Submarine by The Beatles. Richard was an amusing lad. He didn't have the confidence that the other three lads did. I did what I could to try to encourage him. His taking the lead on the song resulted in me buying him a pint in our favorite pub in Liverpool. It was spectacular.
U- Three biggest Wishes? (Asked by Fierce Heart). Other than the one that Lorenzo enquired about? Well…
1- All the memories of my original life as the demonic nephilim Lamech would be restored. Slowly but surely they are.
2- Mercutio would not be as much as a smart arse as his sister.
3- Can I wish for World Domination again?
W- Worst Fear? (Asked by Fierce Heart) Losing You. Simply put.
Y- Your last Hug? (Asked by doc and Fierce Heart). This morning when I held my beloved wife Caroline in my arms.
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04/11/2021 12:52 PM
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Deadly Vengeance Part One
Part One; mentions Fierce Heart, Hope and The Wily Fox Deadly Vengeance. Rembrandt/ 1593610 Everything seemed to be in order. It had been over a year since he and Caroline had sought out his young protege Brandon Skyhawk for help with their problem. Klaus was old enough to know that to every problem out there, a solution existed. Not every solution that existed was without consequence. There was time to pay the piper in a manner of speaking. However, the solution for this problem was not one he was willing to pay. He was certain that Caroline wouldn't either.
Normally he could stay at home in the spacious estate that Klaus had paid for when he'd brought the Mikaelson Family back to Mystic Falls, but today he'd been called away. The town's new mayor Matthew Donovan had sought the assistance of the Original Hybrid with some rebuilding projects for the town. Granted Klaus had very little time nor desire to spend with one of his wife's former lovers, he reluctantly agreed to become a patron of the town even if to just keep Donovan from his front door with a shotgun and some sliver of white oak he may have found in the archives of The Armory. His wife had her duties at the Salvatore School to attend to at the same time. This left nannies and other guardians with his and Caroline's son who was approaching a year of age.
Mercutio Lorenzo Mikaelson was a beautiful child. He had porcelain skin like his mother and her energetic smile that seemed to turn Klaus into a puppy every time he saw it. He had curly brown hair however that was not completely unlike the hair his uncle Kol had as a boy millennia ago in another place and time. Mercutio had something however that was not unlike that of his older sister Hope. Every time Klaus held the child, he could see a hint of the devil in his eyes. Both of his children got that from him through and through. Klaus gave his life for Hope once and he would easily do the same for Mercutio. He had never imagined becoming a father not only once but twice in his life. But this was part of the problem he possessed along with Caroline. His wife was a vampire. She was dead.
Magic was a way to bypass everything including death itself. He and Caroline had gone in search of a particular spell that would bring life to the dead. The search for this spell had brought him to Brandon Skyhawk. Brandon had been converted to a vampire after having nearly been murdered by those agents of the Grandfather in Washington, Andrew Jackson in 1831 which they had set upon the wholesale slaughter of an entire race of people. To the Cherokee, Klaus Mikaelson was no villain. He was The Golden One who had given the people a gift to help fight back. There was a Shaman Brandon knew who had given Caroline Mikaelson the path to her heart's desire. Her heart's desire was the same as Klaus. The dead needed to become alive again.
The Shaman knew of a cult of Apollo that possessed this knowledge. The only problem was, the magic involved was dark and laced with evil. Black Magic had allowed Caroline to become alive again only but for 24 Hours. She did become human for only long enough that a child could be conceived. Given that she had already been magically implanted with witch children before, being able to conceive with the help of magic was not entirely unlikely. Once conception had occurred she became a vampire again. There was an unusual side effect of the black magic spell. Her womb alone remained alive so as to protect the child. Laying eyes upon the newborn babe, Klaus knew again his life was changed.
Mercutio was a bright child. His smile was bewitching and those baby curls were innocent and beautiful. On that day, Caroline had gone to the school early. Klaus had his meeting with the Mayor that lasted far too long for his tastes. He returned home to find a scene that set free the beast within.
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Klaus exited his vehicle and approached the door to his home. Every ounce of his body told him something was wrong. He saw that the door was slightly askew. Anxious fingertips pressed against the door opening it more.
Everything as far as the eye could see was destroyed. The antique doors that he’d had specially imported from England had been shattered. The rugs that came from China were torn and left in ribbons. Broken glass was everywhere and so was blood. His nostrils flared. The smells all assaulted him at once. His optics immediately went golden and black as the blind fury of the Original Hybrid began to take control. “MERCUTIO!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
At the top speeds, he began to check every room in the house. In room after room he found nothing but destruction and chaos in his wake. There was so much blood that Klaus was growing more intense in his anger and his fury. So far, he could find no bodies. This was both a blessing and a curse. His son was nowhere to be found. Finally he made it to the nursery.
The hand carved baby bed was made of the purest cedar. Klaus had been doubly sure of this little tidbit as he didn’t need pieces of the White Oak suddenly manifesting at the most inopportune times. The bed clothes were rumped and stain free. Mercutio was nowhere to be seen. Someone else was in the room however. It was Brandon Skyhawk, his friend and acolyte. Brandon was laying beside the bed with his shoulder staked to the ground with a piece of Spruce fir another piece of Spruce fir was in his stomach. He was alive, but he was dying.
Klaus pulled the stakes out of his friend and cradled him in his arms. He immediately bit his wrist to try and feed his healing blood to Brandon. “U-wet-si, who did this to you? Where is Mercutio?” Klaus was speaking in cold rage. He needed to know what had happened and who he needed to kill.
Brandon did his best to drink from Klaus but the pain wracked his body. Every breath he took was something he struggled and fought to gain. He drank from Klaus knowing that his blood was enough to heal everything. “They ...came for... him. There were so many of them.”
The still golden hues of the Original Hybrid started to gain more black to them. He didn’t have to know who it was. Klaus knew. That cult that Klaus, Caroline and Brandon had left in ruins in the highest peaks of the Smoky Mountains had more members than he realized and now, they came back seeking revenge. Mercutio was gone. It was simple. Klaus was going to kill them all.
Still holding onto Brandon as he started to slowly breathe on his own again, Klaus dialed Caroline’s cell phone. He had barely given her a chance to answer, when he replied. “Mercutio has been kidnapped, Caroline. You need to come home now.” He clicked off the phone. Knowing his wife as he did, this was just the beginning of a murder spree that would bring back this child that shouldn’t have even been born in the first place.
It took only a moment for Klaus to do it. His humanity switch was off. Death’s finest soldier was back in the game.
To be continued by Fierce Heart
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