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The Return of the King
Features; Queen Bee, Fierce Heart; Mentions All-Father, Armani and Hope. The Return of the King Rembrandt/ 1593610 The world was a dangerous place. There was no more dangerous monster trapped upon this blue green mudball than Klaus Mikaelson. Long called The Great Evil Klaus lived up to that moniker time and time again. There was so much blood on his hands, that he’d no way of actually counting how many he’d killed. In truth, it would definitely be in the millions… After all, does evil truly die?
He was careful in these things these days. Some had thought marriage to his soul mate the former Caroline Forbes had softened him. If anything, it made him even more dangerous. He viciously protected his daughter before, now he had a wife and two stepdaughters to fall under his protective umbrella. Again, something changed that brought about the return of the Big Bad Wolf. Klaus was a father once more.
It had involved a 6000 year old spell from an evil that opened up from the darkest regions of Tartarus itself. Klaus had never made any inclination that he was a pure soul. Perhaps when he was a golden haired innocent child that had run around the Viking settlement that would eventually be called Mystic Falls over 1000 years ago, but that boy died long ago. Despite the loyalty oath that he swore with Elijah and Rebekah all those years ago, the darkness continued to creep into his soul. Klaus stood at the side of an elaborate crib where a tiny little creature that had been dubbed Mercutio Lorenzo Mikaelson slept soundly. He’d lost too much time in the life of his daughter Hope. There was no way he’d dare lose time at the side of his son. This child was born when he should not have been. Klaus would kill to protect his son and his wife. This was absolutely assured.
His sister Rebekah had gone off and married the god of Thunder. She’d actually borne the Aesir two children. TWO half Mikaelson children born with Aesir blood meant that Ragnarok itself would likely be thrown down upon the whole of Midgard. Klaus knew the legends well. He’d grown up around the camp fires that told of the gods in all their resplendent glory. Thor himself rode in a cart pulled by goats and wielded the mighty Mjolnir as his weapon. Stories of the god intimidated the human child Niklaus, none of that meant anything to him now. He feared no man, nor god. He was Klaus Mikaelson. His name evoked fear in all those around him. While many had their reputations inflated for the sake of building a legend, everything spoken about Klaus was true. He really was the Big Bad Wolf. You know what? He actually liked the title.
Caroline knew what she was getting into when she married him. Their bond traversed time itself. Klaus had come to find out that in his first life, he’d been born the son of Cain himself the first murderer. His first life had seen the death of his wife now reborn as Caroline Forbes. He’d fought his way from perdition to regain his place at Caroline’s side. He wasn’t about to let anything or anyone take Caroline or Mercutio from him.
He couldn’t tell Caroline what he’d done. He didn’t want to risk the wrath of Thor coming down upon her. He hadn’t told his beloved daughter Hope what he’d done. The Tribrid had actually been there when her half brother was born. She could easily sense the black magic involved in the conception of Mercutio. Neither of Caroline’s daughters were present and he silently was thankful for that. The young siphoners would have taken away that black magic and likely killed the babe. He would never allow that. Would he harm Lizzie or Josie? Not in a million years would he bring harm to the daughters of his wife. Mercutio’s presence needed to be here no matter the cost.
Klaus currently stood in the hidden cellar where he’d kept the coffins that had the crests of the Mikaelson Family on them. Each of his siblings in turn, had runes upon the coffins that they’d all spent time in over the years. He slowly stepped to the coffin where his beloved baby sister Rebekah lay in blissful slumber. The dagger protruded from her chest directly over where her heart was. Oh she wasn’t dead. She was merely sleeping. She had to be taught a lesson. She dared to try and raise a hand against him. She thought to eliminate him once and for all. Over the centuries she’d tried more than once. This time her attempt was met with the ultimate retribution.
Klaus stood alone beside the coffin staring upon her form. A solitary digit or two was used to remove the golden strands that lay across her closed eyelids. “Rebekah. Dearest Rebekah. Nothing, not even you will come between my wife, son and I. You knew the pain I endured being out of Hope’s life like I was. How you could dare assume I’d tolerate being out of Mercutio’s and Caroline’s lives is beyond me. Perhaps in a century or two, you will realize what you’ve done to me.” The former warmth and fondness in his face, was filled with a chilling evil that had come from the darkest depths of Hel itself. To those unaware of the Norse tradition, the abode of the evil dead was not filled with fire and brimstone. It was filled with cold that chilled to the core. There was nothing but Hel itself that could compare to the icy pallor his face now reflected. Rebekah had broken a trust that cut Klaus to the core.
He loved his baby sister deeply. Rebekah and Klaus had ran off to Chicago in 1922 after New Orleans had burned in 1919. He protected her. He nurtured her. He cared for her even when they were still human. He had even killed for her in the past. He would never take her life not now not then. He would keep her in a punishment locked down deep in his cellar in a coffin that had been spelled shut. There was something to be said about having black magic allies who owed him their lives.
The melodic intonation of the voice of his beloved wife came through the massive estate. “Klaus? Are you here?” Caroline Mikaelson walked inside the estate with the six month old boy happily snuggled in a carseat. Caroline had taken their son to the cemetery to meet his grandmother. Klaus smirked to himself. At least he didn’t kill Caroline’s mum.
Klaus stepped into the hall and greeted his wife with a kiss. “Hello My Darling. How was the visit?” He immediately looked to his son who stared back at him with his own eyes. His bond with his son grew daily. The boy adored his father. The baby was making babbling sounds that were etched with delight when he made eye contact with his dad.
Caroline kissed him back smiling then proceeded to take off her coat. “It went well. It’s a beautiful day outside. It was perfect weather. Not a storm cloud in the sky.”
Klaus’ lips curled in a sly grin parting to show his beautiful white teeth. “That sounds wonderful darling. Let’s hope the storm clouds stay far away for the near to immediate future.”
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12/26/2020 01:44 PM
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Blood and Bones (IV/IV) TW: GORE
Blood and Bones Rembrandt/ 1593610 2012 December
Mystic Falls
Mentions Cerberus and Fierce Heart
Never before had he felt so betrayed. He had given them EVERYTHING. Klaus Mikaelson had provided these ungrateful werewolves with power beyond their wildest dreams. They were no longer slaves to the monthly curse of the moon and they were able to destroy any vampire that would dare cross their paths. All they had to do was remain loyal to him. Was that so much to ask?
Behind his back that little scamp Hayley Marshall and his own first successful hybrid Tyler Lockwood had broken the sire bond. They were all free agents. Even Tyler himself was no longer sired to Klaus. It all had to do with Hayley. The little wolf that had attached herself to Tyler had been useful in trying to show Caroline that her boyfriend was not as wonderful and loyal as she had proclaimed he’d been. The object of Klaus’ own affections still believed that this troglodyte actually still loved her. It was absolute lunacy in Klaus’ mind.
Losing control of this whole bloody thing had never been high on the list of priorities for the whole creation of his army. The plan was to have these hybrids loyal to him and him alone. The Lockwood whelp was only good for one thing, to be a general in his army. When he was still sired to Klaus, he was still useful. But now that Hayley Marshall had freed him and shown him how to free the others, it was all a pile of falling timbers. There was no way that Caroline would be the queen of his world now. Everything was going down in flames. It was time to put an end to it and to bring those who stood against him to the place of ruin they belonged.
It didn’t take him long to get to the field. They were all there. Twelve Hybrids daring to stand against him. All of it was directed by Tyler Lockwood. Tyler would die. They would all die. They were all going to this clearing in the woods. It wasn’t going to be all that hard to find them. Tyler had to be there with them. If he was, Klaus would take great pleasure in ripping his still beating heart from his chest and eating it himself.
One distinct advantage to being The Original Hybrid was that he could sneak upon any creature living and kill without being detected. The first young hybrid Adrian was his name was Klaus’ way to spring the surprise on the whole lot of them. His hand moved into the boy’s chest as his digits ruptured blood vessels and burst arteries. With a mighty pull backward with his strength, the palpating organ was removed from the cavity of the young hybrid’s body. Stuttering for his last words, the boy slumped to the ground. Still filled with blood, Klaus dropped the organ to the ground beside the fallen hybrid. The slaughter had only just begun.
Extended digits turned into the claws of a wolf as Klaus struck deeply into the cavities of the hybrids tearing hearts from chests and ripping out throats. The pungent smell of blood filled the air as the ground soon became saturated with blood of werewolves made vampires. The last two met the end of a blade he’d uncovered there at the slaughter site. The cold steel in his hands molded to them as if it had been made specifically for him. In a way, he was sure it had.
The last one had fled from him with her back pressed against the fence hoping to seek her escape from her inevitable end. “Where is Tyler Lockwood?” He demanded in a voice of cold evil. He wanted this slaughter to be complete. He wasn’t going to consider it so until Tyler Lockwood lay dead at his feet.
The girl was absolutely frightened for her life and with good reason. Her name was Kimberley. “I…I don’t know.” She replied as her heart was beating louder in her chest. She couldn’t even hear herself think. Klaus had just slaughtered 11 others right in front of her and she was about to be number 12.
“Wrong answer Love.” That calculated evil left Klaus’ lips in a near monotone. He had no emotion except utter bile rise in the back of his throat. The sword in his hand plunged into her body separating flesh from bone. The sloshing sounds of bloody flesh falling in chunks was the last thing the girl heard as she felt her life force ebbing from her body. Klaus’ suit jacket hung open and his shirt was unbuttoned a few at the top. The blood of the twelve covered him like he was the angel of death. Perhaps in some ways he was.
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“Tyler, Honey! You were supposed to be my sober cab! Where are you? I think I must have drunk half the party?” Carol Lockwood huffed into her phone as she sat down on the edge of a water fountain in the main drag of Mystic Falls. She loved her son. She would do anything to protect him. It was her way of making up for how he’d been brought up as a token child of the mayor and his lovely wife.
Ever since Tyler had become a werewolf, Carol never believed it for herself. He explained to her how it worked since she’d learned all about it, at least for the most part. He didn’t know too much about it although that girl Hayley was also a wolf and had taught him some of what being a wolf was about. Carol let out a deep sigh hoping Tyler would find her soon.
“Hello Carol. Looking for Tyler? I’d like to have a word with him myself.” Klaus came strolling up to the inebriated woman who had obviously seen better days. He had murderous intent in his eyes and it was obvious she could see it as well.
“Please Klaus, don’t hurt him. He’s my son. He’s all I have.” She glanced up hoping to find some kind of mercy in the eyes of a centuries old murderer.
“You’re all he has.” Was Klaus’ reply as he stared back at the woman that Tyler Lockwood held in such high regard. “There’s a beautiful symmetry to that, don’t you think?” Pupils narrowed into slits as his hand reached out to snatch the long strands of hair behind her head. With the grip of a monster of one thousand years, he forced her head under the water of the fountain in which she sat. She struggled against him thrashing with her hands and trying to move her head free. It was a losing battle.
The final bubbles of air stopped. Assured that the mother of his formerly prized creation was dead, he left her laying face down in the water. There was an odd sense of accomplishment that day. The murder of Tyler’s mother was the final nail in the coffin so to speak for the young hybrid who had instigated this rebellion.
Murder most foul and widespread slaughter was the landmark of Klaus Mikaelson’s entire life for over one thousand years. Death and blood cemented his status as The Great Evil in several lore books. Bones broken and blood everywhere was his legacy. It was his story. It would always be his story.
The End? No. In many ways, this is only just the beginning.
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11/08/2020 05:09 PM
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Blood and Bones (III/IV) TW: GORE
Blood and Bones Rembrandt/ 1593610 Mentions: Imperfect
Summer 1836
North Carolina/Tennessee Border
Klaus Mikaelson had been riding for days on horseback. Travel had become easier in this modern era of the 19th Century that it had been in the distant past. It had been roughly sixty years since Elijah, Rebekah and himself had arrived at the port of New Orleans straight from France. They’d even brought over to the New World the coffins of their brothers Kol and Finn. As cruel as Klaus had been, he would dare not leave his brothers to be found and murdered by Mikael. They were still his brothers as they shared the same mother.
The whole thought of the traitorous b.itch that was their mother turning on them still made Klaus ready to rip out the beating heart of any witch that had come his way. Fortunately however the only witch he truly trusted was Madeleana who had repeatedly rescued him from the claws of his evil stepfather who had often tried to kill him even when he was a child.
He was heading back toward the area where they’d been born in this new world on horseback alone because he had been having troubling dreams. Dreams of a life in the sand among a group of nomads and wings with black plumes seemed to haunt him continually. Something however was missing and he didn’t know what it could have been. He remembered the way to her cottage when he was a boy. The landmarks were still ingrained on his mind over 800 years later. If he could find her there, he was going to insist she join him in New Orleans, if she wasn’t already en route on her own.
The way he’d chosen to ride was known not to be very crowded in the least manner. It was off the standard path for travelers going through this wilderness that the British Colonies were expanding daily and developing into their own country. Klaus had seen so many countries rise and fall he had really grown tired of watching it all. Humans were humans and humans were nothing but playthings to the Original Hybrid.
The sounds of footsteps came from just beyond the next ridge. As he rode closer, the smells of decay were a powerful fragrance that only an Original would know all too well. He pulled the reins on his horse to bring his beast to a stop. What he saw next absolutely enraged him. Men, women, boys and girls were all wrapped in their fragile belongings as they were pushed ahead. Men with muskets and arrogance lighting their features were poking at this half starved and definitely ill people that were being forced along this path. He recognized several different tribes of indigenous people among the others that were being forced to walk away from everything they knew and loved. Most were old and feeble while others were too young to fight. Scared children with huge chocolate eyes stared up into the faces of the men leading them away from the only home they’d ever known. No mercy could be found from these instruments of cruelty. One man took a musket with a bayonet and ran it through the eyes of one child who stood looking at him too closely.
Gasps of old men and the wails of women rose from the crowd as the child fell dead to the ground. The smell of fresh blood reached the Original who was frozen briefly in horror. When a woman fell down upon the dead child to weep in profound agony for the loss of her child, another bayonet was pushed through the chest of the woman causing her heart to be forcibly removed from her body. Klaus whipped the reins of his horse to drive it down into the path of these men who were the true monsters on this day. His eyes were already golden and dark in absolute fury on the sight he’d seen of what was true evil.
Before his horse arrived, there were a group of young men who were obviously the warriors of one of the particular tribes that attacked the convoy of soldiers sent by the President of the United States to displace these people from their homes that were theirs by all right and privilege. Klaus continued to ride hard toward this scene of chaos. The young indigenous men were not as armed as were the soldiers of President. They were falling all around the frightened people in the middle of this Trail of Tears. The last brave fought well taking a musket ball to the stomach and falling to the ground. They had taken some of the soldiers with them but still some remained. It wouldn’t be for much longer.
Klaus Mikaelson jumped from his horse racing off at his top speed reaching into the chest of one man and ripping his heart from his chest. His rush of indignant righteous fury blazed within his own heart simply ripping one man’s head from his shoulders leaving the severed head to roll to the ground with eyes rolling back into some unspoken hell that Klaus had shoved him into gladly.
Several tribes would hand the legend of the dark angel that rode from the hills to save them that day from generation to generation for the next 200 years. His vengeance was swift and bloody to save the people from death at the hands of the white haired Grandfather in Washington who wanted to kill them all. Taking the last of the soldiers who had not died yet, he commanded him with a single word to remain frozen in place. The power of compulsion was a grand weapon indeed. Klaus Mikaelson raced toward the pit where the last brave fell.
The young man gaze in fear upon Klaus who was saturated in blood. Intestines of still stuck to his coat from the one solider that he’d decided to disembowel forcefully. “Shh.. Lie still. I will not harm you.” He rolled back his own sleeve and bit his wrist. The free flow of his own blood came that day. Klaus pushed his bloody wrist to the brave’s mouth. “Drink brave warrior. Now you will possess the strength to protect your people when I cannot.” Klaus watched as the young man began drinking from his wrist with the last remaining strength he possessed. He removed his wrist when the young brave lost the light of his mortal life on this day. Klaus unrolled his sleeve. He stood up to grab the last soldier who lived. He grabbed that man by the neck and forced him to the ground to lay beside the brave he’d just empowered. “You will stay there and let him drink every last drop of blood in your body until you die. Before he consumes you, tell him to come to New Orleans to find me when he is able. I am Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid. There is none like me in this world and there never will be again.”
Klaus walked away from the scene of death that day still covered in blood and death. Two days later, he showed up at the cabin of his surrogate mother Madeleana Morningstar telling her of what he’d done. The instrument of death and destruction for the side of purest evil faced another form of evil and became an angel of vengeance. Was he truly evil in that case? The judgment of truth was up to those who would look upon the facts laid open to them and decide for themselves.
To be CONCLUDED in Chapter IV
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11/04/2020 06:32 PM
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Blood and Bones (II/IV)
Blood and Bones Rembrandt/ 1593610 Features Bad Company
1314 France
The echoing chambers of the sewers were the backdrop for the men hidden in secret. The foul smells of death were all around them. The contingent of men stolen away out of the sight of the common rabble of Paris who would be quick to report their location to the king. There was a huge congruence of tunnels that reached a wider area that a makeshift altar had been established. A small gathering of seven men with white robes and armor were ready to perform a secret initiation ceremony. These were the last of the Knights Templar.
The very head of the order himself had actually removed himself from seclusion to attend this secret ceremony. Jacques de Molay was an older man with flowing white hair and a beard that covered his front. He looked old and tired to the casual observer. To one particular knight, this old man looked as though he needed to be retired; permanently. This particular knight was dressed in robes and armor similar to that of Molay himself, but he had a lesser rank. The blonde knight rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword as it lay in his scabbard low at his side. “Brothers. The forces of the Pope in league with the King are upon us. Flight or fight is our only option.”
Molay stood watching as the young knight that he’d personally chosen as an adjutant under him. The young man was exceptionally brutal and powerful. Something about him set off internal warning bells to the older man. Looking deep into those blue eyes, Molay could have sworn he’d seen them glitter gold. “The order has been disbanded by the Order of His Holiness. We have to flee to lands that will harbor us in safety. Niklaus? Surely you must agree that flight is the only option.”
Niklaus Mikaelson was a proud man with very little fear of anything except for one man. “Flight is obvious when you are in a position of a disadvantage.” The candlelight in the chamber was glistening upon his golden locks that rested just below his shoulders. “Personally this is not a disadvantage for me. KOL, if you please?” His voice carried down the tunnels to his secret weapon that was waiting for the word.
There was a sudden rush as what could be described as an angel of death entered this last gathered group of Templars. Kol Mikaelson was dressed as a cavalier in the Court of King Philip. He bore a monstrous countenance with fangs bared and eyes blackened. He grabbed the first poor soul and immediately sunk his fangs into the unprotected flesh of the poor lad’s neck ripping out his throat with a turn of his head. The screams of the lad’s agony came with the gurgling sounds of flesh blood that was consumed by the Original Vampire known as The Wily Fox. Niklaus decided to join his half brother by grabbing one of the closest young men in a vise like hold immediately racing toward de Molay. “You do not know true evil.” He focused his gaze upon the older man inciting his powers of compulsion upon the mortal man. “You will stay here and remember all that you’ve seen.” Niklaus’ countenance was a purely demonic form with golden eyes and black rims. His fangs were bared one minute and then buried within the tender young flesh of the pledge that never made it as a full fledged Templar in these last moments. The screams of terror that came from the boy actually aroused Niklaus. It was better than making love.
By now, Kol had turned his attention to the next Templar that had thought himself brave enough to challenge him. “Come now mate, don’t you know when you’ve met a monster?” Kol enjoyed a challenge. “It’s always better when there is a little fight left in them.” The man tried to swing a sword at Kol but using his speed he was able to dodge it with a flourish. He got slightly careless to get a knick of on his forearm. “You little s.hit! That was my favorite shirt!” He lunged at the man pushing his hand through his chest and ripping his heart from his body. Kol took a bite of the still beating human heart and dropped it to the ground.
“Niklaus! How could you!” The man that dared to face the Original Hybrid had fought side by side with him in several campaigns to the Holy Land himself. He pointed his blade directly at Niklaus standing brave within the face of certain death. “You were my brother!”
The Hybrid who often called himself Klaus shook his head in a disappointed manner. Klaus simply laughed at this man he’d spent the better part of the past five years fighting alongside. “You could join my real brother and I or you can die. The choice is yours.” Klaus touched his fingertips together and canted his head to the side observing the man closely. “What will it be? Will you die? Or will you live forever?” He watched carefully as the man was contemplating his choice. The sound of the sword dropping on the ground made Klaus smile even more malevolently.
Kol turned around to see his brother zip around the back of this other man. He knew what was coming because he’d done it himself several hundred times in their three hundred years of life to this point. He had taken care of the final two would be Templars by ripping their heads completely from their bodies tossing their heads to the ground with very little respect for the two boys who had wanted the world and now had nothing. “Be done with it Nik. We have to go!”
Klaus bit his own wrist and shoved it into the man’s mouth that had been a brother in arms to the Original Hybrid. He was satisfied that the man had imbibed enough of his blood. “Find me some day Mate. It will be glorious…” He whispered in the man’s ear right before he snapped his neck. It wouldn’t be long before the young man would rise as a fledgling vampire. Klaus moved toward Molay who still stood there. He spoke to Molay to continue the compulsion. “You will allow yourself to be the first meal of my newest creation. As for me, you will forget anything and everything about me.” He told the man.
The impatient younger Mikaelson was covered in blood of his victims. “Nik! They’ll be here soon!” He was tapping his foot anxious to escape before they were caught. Klaus turned to his brother and both Originals used their vampire speed to escape.
By nightfall, the brothers were on a boat leaving France heading south. The men that came on behalf of the Pope were lead by a distinct man with a stern face and a power none of them had ever encountered before. “Lord Mikael. No sign of the beasts Kol or Niklaus.”
The vampire who hunted vampires stood in the middle of the carnage created by his son and his step son. “Oh they were here alright. I can feel it.” His own eyes turned dark and his fangs glinted white. The hunt was never over.
To Be Continued
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10/06/2020 01:45 AM
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Blood and Bones I/IV
Blood and Bones Rembrandt/ 1593610 What is a monster?
For centuries beasts that lingered in human nightmares were spoken of in hushed tones. Men huddled around campfires told tales of monsters in the form of man who could rip the throats out of men with hideous fangs and spit them to the ground with no more than an afterthought. The sanguine fluid of a still beating heart had did all it could to keep the poor bastard alive but had failed. The pool of life giving fluid drained in gushes and rivers from the mangled corpse of what once was a man. Blood was what fed these creatures. The insatiable thirst for human blood placed in these monsters cursed them with eternal life and eternal damnation. The names were spoken in circles of humans seeking a way to defend against ultimate evil. Finn, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol and Niklaus…. They were all cursed. They were all to be feared. The one feared the most was Niklaus.
The story was that this family of vampires were the first of the Undead to spread this curse throughout the world itself. They were the Original Family. It was by them the world would know true evil. The spread of the curse of the Undead was traced back to one of these vampires. All bloodlines tied back to them. No one was more feared than Niklaus, the middle son. Niklaus was something the world would not know for another one thousand years. He was the first Hybrid. Conceived of an illicit affair of a werewolf Alpha and the Original Witch, Niklaus was untamed evil at its best. He was the one most feared and with good reason.
1216 Ireland
The howling rain erupted from the clouds as if the gods themselves were ready to wash away the planet once again. A weary traveler drenched to the bone barely managed to make it through the driving wind. Desperate fingers wrapped around the door to the tavern pulling it open with all the strength he could muster. With the rush of the wind behind him, he staggered inside the pub. It was dimly lit with a few candles that were in a few spots here and there. The tavern itself had a grand total of six males inside scattered in various corners of the room. The newest arrival lowered the dark hood he wore. A bright golden cross could be seen around his neck with a heavy chain. “Whisky. And leave the bottle.” The man told the tavern keeper with a tired edge to his voice.
The tavern keeper did as instructed and left the bottle for the man blown in by the storm. The man dropped two gold pieces to the counter in payment for the liquid. “Its not fit outside for man nor beast!” He declared taking the bottle raising it to his lips. The tavern keeper pocketed the gold taking notice that these were not typical gold pieces. He pulled them back out to look at them. “Aye. Have ya not seen gold before lad?”
“I have.” The tavern keeper replied. “You’re a walkin' dead man ya are.” The tavern keeper stared as though the man was a ghost. The man that just staggered into the tavern in the middle of this terrible storm was a vampire hunter sent by the Christian Church in the heart of the land most inhabited by those of the old ways. Celtic gods were still worshipped by a few holdouts in a land that saw men in bright armor ride through on behalf a Nazarene that had been declared the son of God. He took several steps backward to put distance between them.
The vampire hunter had arrogant pity upon the man who cowered in fear. “Do you realize how many of their kind I have killed already? I was given a special mission by His Holiness Himself to track down one in particular. Have ya seen or heard the Original Hybrid in these parts?” The Hunter didn’t lower his voice for anything. He stood there waiting to see if anyone would answer.
In the northern part of the bar was a man sitting alone with a solitary cup in his hand. There was a rich crimson fluid in the cup as he held it. He had golden hair that fell to his shoulders with brilliant sapphire hues that hid a very deep dark secret. “You’re seeking sure death thinking you can go after The Hybrid friend. Haven’t you heard all the stories about him?”
“Aye. They are but stories. Stories told by pagans in dark hovels away from the light of God’s Truth.” The hunter disregarded the blond man who spoke. He tipped the bottle up again to down more of the pungent liquid.
The blond man rose slowly to his feet walking toward the hunter as he spoke. “Legends and Myth all tend to have their basis in fact. Aren’t your stories from your Christian Bible just stories told by men seeking to press their truth to a world who already knows it?”. The blond man was standing in front of the Hunter.
“What are ya? You afraid of your own shadow?” He tried to get the other four men in the room to agree with him. The tavern keeper wanted no part of the Hunter. When no one else acknowledged him, he started to move his hand to the hilt of his sword. “What in God’s name are ya?” He asked the man approaching.
The blond man smirked looking at the hunter who was starting to realize he really should have walked by this tavern even in the middle of this horrendous storm. “Some say I am just a man. Others say I am a myth.” The movement of his right hand had been unseen by mortal man but the sound of his fingers tearing through flesh was undeniable. He jerked backward pulling the man’s heart from his body. For the last few seconds of his life, the man heard the words that more were destined to hear. “I am Klaus Mikaelson, The Hybrid and you are dead.” The still pulsing heart was a bloody pile of muscle in his hand. The Hybrid's eyes were golden and his fangs bared. He lifted the heart to his lips and bit it. He dropped the rest to the ground beside the hunter now dead on the floor.
The room was silent for a moment as the Hybrid took his seat. “Now little ones. Time for your feeding.” The four men in the room and the tavern keeper all had eyes that turned black and fangs that elongated. They moved in toward the fresh kill and rip the body to shreds. New vampires were always so hungry and easily compelled.
He had taken the Hunter’s whisky for his own and drank it as the baby vampires he’d directly sired had a grand feast. This was later the first recorded act of the Great Evil Niklaus Mikaelson.
Plenty more were coming.
To be Continued
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08/19/2020 06:28 PM
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Winter Wonderland Ball 002
Winter Ball Rembrandt/ 1593610 To have so many answer the invitation sent out was a testament to the power that his wife had in putting together a party. This was no mere party however. This was the most grand celebration of the Yule Season that a small little town like Mystic Falls would ever see. Klaus Mikaelson stood beside his brother proudly as the guests began to arrive. Having Elijah there with him was very important to him. His brother was his first best friend and one of the two who had stood by him the longest. The Mikaelson Brothers were well known for their exploits over the millennia that saw them exist as monsters among men. Niklaus was always the one however that spilled more blood between the two. It just was something that drove him. The inner desire that kept him different from those who were his half siblings was something he’d imagined had to do with his true father and the linage he’d been denied in knowing over the centuries.
The arrival of Fenrir Lokison honored Klaus greatly. The grand gift presented to him and Caroline left the Original Hybrid speechless. He was deeply honored by such a gift and he reflected it as well. “You do me a great honor, Great Grandfather. It’s with great pride that these gifts are accepted.” He told the old wolf with pride and respect due to a god of his stature.
Madeleana was beaming as she usually was when it came to seeing Klaus and Elijah side by side. She’d watched them grow to adulthood in the confines of this little village all those years ago. It wasn’t until just recently that Klaus knew why Madeleana had found her way into his life, but that was a conversation best left for another time. Freya’s return to the family fold was welcomed wholeheartedly by the Original Hybrid even embracing her when he had the moment. “Dearest sister, it wouldn’t be a celebration without you.” He told her.
He had noticed the arrivals of others such as Leyla Rashid and his sister Rebekah had brought more pleasing expressions to the host of the party as he wore his white tie and tails greeting as many as he could. Some he’d left to Elijah to greet since he was often at Klaus’ side through the years. It just didn’t seem right to have a Mikaelson Ball without Elijah in close proximity to him. Klaus gave his sister a bit of a sarcastic grin in the process. “Let’s try not to kill the guests this time, Little Sister?” He remembered what Kol and Rebekah had done last time the night that their mother had nearly killed them all with the help of Finn and Elena Gilbert.
That’s when Klaus was left speechless. He caught sight of the man who had actually sired him. His father, Ansel Hatison was here and making an offering in an attempt to reconcile the lost time between the two men. No one knew that Klaus as a young adult before that dark night the Original Vampires were born had often made his way to the Wolf Pack to meet with Ansel to speak with him. He was unaware that Ansel was his true father at first, but Klaus was not an idiot. After the first life he’d taken and the werewolf gene activated, it didn’t take too much of a train of thought to realize that the Alpha Wolf was actually his true father and not Mikael. Klaus had been drawn to the man unexplainably. He had no clue that Ansel had often watched over him over the years and even when he had died until that day he’d met up with him again in New Orleans. When Ansel presented his gifts, Klaus stopped everything to embrace his father in front of everyone. He held on longer than he should have whispering into the man’s ear. “It should have been you who raised me…” It was his way of apologizing for killing the man back in New Orleans. He was thankful that Ansel was back and wanted to be in his life.
Klaus pulled his wife closer once Ansel had left. Caroline was looking absolutely radiant. Only the two of them knew the reason why and that would be addressed soon enough. His arm snaked around her waist pulling her in closer. He leaned in to kiss her on the ear whispering at the same time. “You look as beautiful as the day I saw you presented to be my wife all those years ago.” It was a direct reference to their lives in another time as a demonic nephilim and his witch bride. They were separated by time, but brought back together beyond any powers that would have kept them apart. It was at Caroline’s side that they accepted the gifts from his great grandfather’s daughter Shani and the woman who had captured the heart of his brother Finn. Klaus had a feeling he was going to enjoy being a descendant of Fenrir the Wolf.
Klaus had noticed Kol’s arrival and his deliberate avoidance of direct contact with him until the very last moment. The sarcastic greeting had not avoided Klaus’ notice. “And you’re looking well Mister Mikaelson. Do enjoy yourself since you are still a part of this family whether you like it or not.” Klaus grinned at his younger half brother. He wished that so much would have been different over the years, especially involving Kol. He remembered how it had broken him to see Jeremy Gilbert kill his brother on that day. That had been burned into his memory so indelibly that Klaus still could see it on occasion when he closed his eyes. He had to remind himself that Kol was alive and very well these days.
More guests were arriving like the Lebonair wolf Freya. He’d no time to really greet everyone individually but she was a kinswoman of Hayley’s of some sort. He was content to see her here. Then the woman who had caused much of his grief in this life stood before him. “Mother…” He greeted her with a slight nod of the head. He promised himself there would be no bloodshed tonight although with his mother present it was tempting to break such a vow. And Hayley’s arrival had been right on time. The mother of his daughter had her place as a Mikaelson because she’d given birth to Hope. Granted the circumstance behind all that were immaterial at this point, Hayley had become a dear friend to both Klaus and Caroline.
Henrik’s abrupt arrival had made Klaus want to rip his heart out himself. Caroline and Elijah would both see the annoyance level rising in Klaus’ eyes. “Do try to behave dear brother. We wouldn’t want you to take Kol’s place as the outcast of the family now would we?” Katherine Pierce slid into the room much like the vipress she was. He paid no mind to her for now. If she got out of line, he knew that if anyone held the key to make her afraid, it was him. After all, she’d fled for 500 years looking over her shoulder seeing him in the shadows. He’d called that a successful venture.
The arrival of Alaric Saltzman and Enzo St. John were two halves of a very unique coin. The Headmaster and the former enhanced Original Vampire was the father of the twins that Caroline had carried in her womb thanks to the intervention of the Gemini Coven. The British Vampire and former Steampunk waif had been one of a few select vampires that Klaus had considered as a son. Lorenzo actually held a position of honor in Klaus’ secret venture that was a Winery in Napa that dated back to the early years of the twentieth century. Klaus considered him like a son and treated him as such.
He looked to Caroline at this time and offered his arm to her. Once she laced her arm through his, he took his place on the step that Elijah had done all those years ago. This time, he was acting as head of the family and not his brother. “May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please?” The murmurings of the room had lowered as Klaus’ voice carried through the room. “Thank you and thank you all for coming. I do expect more arrivals soon. I just wanted to say thank you for the honor you have shown me and my family attending this Yule celebration. Many more events will take place during this evening, but I just wanted to address an issue here with all of you present. For centuries, family has been a driving force in all I have done. My brothers and sisters can attest to this.” He looked around making eye contact with his siblings that were all present in the room including Madeleana and Hayley. “Much has gone wrong over the centuries and now we are on the threshold of the new millennia. I want to actually work together for a brighter future, which means that I will embrace the fact that my true father is present as are other members of my family I had not known before now. I have often said a warrior fights for his family. That includes my Aunt Shani, my great grandfather Fenrir, my sister Madeleana … and my father Ansel.” A few gasps were heard in the room as Klaus revealed those who were being openly revealed as his family and under his protection and banner. “We do have yet one more to add to the family.” He offered his hand to Caroline moving her to a position of honor at his side. He kept his gaze full of intense love at the woman who mattered more than his own life. “Recently my wife and I came in possession of a six thousand year old magical spell that would allow a vampire to be a human for one night. We took advantage of this spell and now, my wife carries my child. In the spring, there will be a new member of the family. Caroline and I are going to become parents.”
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07/25/2020 07:30 PM
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Winter Wonderland Ball 001
Winter Ball Rembrandt/ 1593610 The sun overhead had finally approached the horizon. This was the longest night of the year. The Winter Solstice had been a cause of celebration centuries ago when a tiny village of Vikings that had fled the sickness of the New World found their way to these very shores. Among those Vikings were the family of a powerful Viking Warrior called Mikael the Terrible. Mikael’s family consisted of five sons and two daughters. One daughter had been believed dead because of the plague had found her way back to her siblings during the passage of time and the magic that reigned in this world. This family was soon to be called The Original Family, was still walking upon this earth. For centuries man told stories of the vicious evil perpetrated upon the unsuspecting masses by creatures called vampires. It was from this family that all vampires in existence came to be. Each of them could trace their sireline to one of the names that were etched upon the walls in a cave under a hidden area of the land called Mystic Falls according to the laws and rights of men. Those names were legendary: Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah. The five of them had created the monsters that existed on the blood of men and women. These monsters had a creator, that creator was Esther, the Original Witch. Distraught over the violent death of the youngest child Henrik, Mikael drove his wife to use her black arts to ensure that his children would never die. After losing little Freya to plague and Henrik to the violence of the men who turned once a month into animals, Mikael wanted no more separation, death or pain to come to his house. Upon completion of this task, the greatest secret had come out that brought Esther’s shame into the light of day. Niklaus, the middle child of this brood was not the son of Mikael. Niklaus was the product of the Original Witch having a hidden liaison with Ansel. Ansel, son of Hati, son of Fenrir, son of Loki was the Alpha of the North Atlantic Wolf Pack that called the lands of present day Virginia their home. Niklaus had a untriggered wolf gene. Upon his turning on that night into a vampire, Niklaus shed blood for the first time. The shedding of the blood set him free to be what he was born to be. Niklaus was the Original Hybrid; wolf and vampire in one hideous evil that would cut a path of blood and death throughout the world. Rising up from among his siblings, Niklaus was the one that was feared the most by those reasonable beings who abhorred all things evil through the passage of time. Centuries would pass, the curse binding his wolf side broken, The Original Hybrid stood in the middle of a grand mansion near the ancient lands once inhabited by himself and his siblings when they were young, innocent and naïve. He was wearing a tuxedo with a white tie and tails. Two decades ago, he had bought this very property in order to have his family united under one roof as they had not been in over one thousand years. Fortune or the gods, had actually smiled upon them in bringing them all back to life after having crossed over into the Other Side. While Niklaus was no perfect saint, he was tempered somewhat by the passage of time, the birth of his daughter Hope and his marriage to the former Caroline Forbes. There was power in family. Niklaus believed this with all his heart. It was something that he’d learned with the coaxing of his brother Elijah. Klaus himself had actually been given a second chance at knowing his biological father who had a deep love for the boy he’d been denied knowing and raising himself. For that second chance, Klaus ended it when Ansel’s presence threatened the existence of his daughter Hope. And now, even the gods surely must be crazy. Ansel lived once more. Klaus was going to give Ansel that chance to be the father he had missed all those years ago.  The spiral staircase in the middle of the grand ballroom was covered in traditional decoration for the Yule Celebration. In the middle of the room, a giant tree was lit with enough lights to brighten the city of Mystic Falls for a month. Klaus was quite proud of the fact that this Ball was going to mark the beginning of a new family tradition and the rebirth of the Mikaelson Family. He was so proud of the fact that this new life and rebirth included his wife Caroline. There was no other woman he loved in his long life that could ever compare to her. Tonight, that love would be on display for all to see. Klaus, who had killed for his daughter when she was a baby, would kill without hesitation for his bride Caroline that he’d married back in the spring. The smell of the holly and the pine filled the room. The kitchen was preparing all the foods according to his direction in a traditional Viking manner in order to celebrate this new beginning properly. There was a string quartet that he’d hired for the evening playing a variety of traditional music from the old country, Norway. Guests would be greeted by a uniformed man who would take their coats and place them in a secured location. They would present their invitations at the door at that time as well. Family members, those blood related to Klaus would not have to present said invitations and neither would Hayley Marshall since she had given birth to Hope, Klaus’ beloved daughter. The Mikaelson Family was considered the hosts of the celebration of Yule on this day. They all had their own places within this mansion because that’s the way that Klaus wanted it. They weren’t always all there at the same time, but his siblings always be welcomed under his roof as would be their significant others. The decorations were in place. The music was playing. Klaus was perfectly coiffed and standing proudly at the head of the stairs. All that remained were for the guests and his family to arrive. By this point, the sun was down below the horizon and the sky was filled with glistening stars all against the inky fabric of the velvet night sky. This entire celebration was the old and the new meeting together all under one roof forming a bond that would carry them into the twenty-first century and beyond.
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07/22/2020 11:49 PM
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Once Upon a Time / - part II
Once Upon a Time Rembrandt/ 1593610 Co-written by Rembrandt and Fierce Heart
The entire camp was still stunned by the behavior of the Lady Adah the day before. Most women would have been executed on sight for such a reaction to a Prince especially one of Lamech's stature. She was now going to be his bride. No one understood it. They dared not question him. He was alone in his tent with a rather broad smile on his face. No one knew what he was thinking save only Lamech himself.
His head of household approached him. "My Prince, the Lady Adah is to be your wife?" He inquired calmly.
Lamech turned his head. "Did I ask for my decision to be questioned?"
The man bowed to Lamech. "Of course not my Prince. What are your orders?'
"Bring her to me. Be sure that she's been prepared to come before me. " He spoke. This meant that his servants were to bathe her in honey and camel's milk. She was also to be given silk to wear as she was the claimed bride of the son of Cain.
Adah still couldn't believe it. She knew her reaction yesterday could've turned out to be really dangerous for her, but now Prince Lamech was taking her as his bride. The blonde couldn't understand it. Why would he do this? She never thought he would take her after what she did. Her family was happy, even though her father was disappointed how she behaved.
Lamech's servants did bathe her and prepared her to meet Lamech alone in his tent. She wasn't used to all of this, yes she couldn't deny that this beautiful silk was feeling wonderful on her skin. She was also pretty sure she looked good in it. That wasn't changing her opinion about the Prince who was going to be her husband no matter if she wanted it or not, she had to.
One of the servants were leading her to Prince Lamech’s tent. A deep sigh escaped her lips, she knew she had to behave now, even though it seemed to her like the hardest thing she’d ever done. "Prince Lamech, Lady Adah..!" The servant said when she walked inside the tent. She bowed her head "Prince Lamech!" She said and it took everything in her to sound nice or well at least not annoyed.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful. He moved his hands in front of his body to take her hand in his. He rose it to his lips to kiss it gallantly. “These are the hands that dared strike a prince.” His blue eyes sparkled and his countenance was oozing sarcasm. He released her hand before she could strike him again. Standing fully erect again he motioned to the silk cushions prepared for her. “Please have a seat.”
Lamech moved his hands back once more touching his own fingertips behind his lower back. “Surely you’re wondering why I didn’t have you executed for touching me in such a manner. Fact is, I admire your tenacity my lady. You have a fire that is not too unlike another woman I admire.” He was referring to his sister Madeleana who was the only one to dare to defy Cain himself. If Adah was to be his wife, she would have to be able to strong in such a cursed family. There was also something more about her that defied words. He couldn’t explain it.
Adah couldn't deny that she was liking what she saw. However to the young blonde girl looks never mattered, she always admired the inside. The inside of Prince Lamech was nothing but ugly, at least this was her first impression of him. She promised herself not to be distracted from his outside. As he took her hand she had at first the urge to pull it away, but she reminded herself again, that she needed to behave, even more as she heard his words. She tried to smile, but it wasn’t reaching her eyes while she was sitting down on the cushions.
Adah couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Lamech complimented her and said that the "fire" she would have reminded him of another woman he admired. Interesting, she thought. How many woman would he have beside his wife? She wondered. "My apologizes for my behavior yesterday, but the way you treat your possible wife is nothing a woman should ever endure. I know it's common but I can't help but think that it's not fair, that woman deserves more!" She said. No she couldn't act like someone she wasn't. If he was saying the truth then he had to live with this "so called fire" of hers.
Lamech chuckled softly at how she insisted on being treated differently. "There it is again." He mused aloud. He clapped his hands loudly. A parade of servants began to enter the tent with various dishes prepared for the Prince and his intended Bride. Women all scantily clad with modest veils over their faces lay the dishes with food before her. Wineskins were used to fill up the glasses not only for her but for the Prince as well.
He took a seat beside her after he'd clapped his hands. He paid no mind to the fact that these women wore barely any clothing. It was typical for him to reach for and fondle a breast should an attractive servant get too close. Now, that would cease as the Lady Adah was his intended Bride. That would be a dishonor to her. He gazed into her beautiful eyes that were the color of the oasis itself and began lose all desire for those lecherous ways. "To you My Lady. May you learn to like it or at least endure being bound to me." He held up his wine to salute her.
Adah watched all the servants who entered the tent but she noticed that Lamech was actually paying more attention to her, which was in a way surprising. All the food was way too much for two people. She hoped the rest wasn’t thrown away in the end. She wasn’t sure what to think. She wasn’t prepared for any of this, even though she had known that this day would’ve come sooner or later. She was the oldest daughter of her family. She just wished, but well a woman had no right to wish in this world. Oh if they just knew what she could do to all of them, no one knew about her powers, which she inherited from her mother who was a witch like her. But she would never hurt anyone who wasn’t deserving it.
A small sigh escaped her lips as Lamech held up his wine, after a few seconds of hesitating she took her wine as well. “We will see!” She said and drank a sip of the wine. She was silent for a while, after they started eating. But then all of a sudden she spoke. “If we have to spend the rest of our lives together, Prince Lamech, then I want to get to know you, the real you, without your servants. Go on a journey with me. Only you and I alone. ” She raised her head to look at him, maybe she was out of her mind again but she knew she would have to live with this man and she couldn’t get to know him here, she had a feeling that there might be something deep within this Prince she could like, but she wanted to explore this somewhere else, not here. “What do you say?”
His brows rose slightly as she suggested they go off together. The idea of a trip with her was quite appealing. Although the thought of no servants with them made him grumble. “Alone? The two of us together? You sure you can trust me not to be too much of a dog?” He smirked.
Adah nodded and she couldn’t help but grin a little. Ist was the first time she did it without thinking or that she had to, but to see how the great Prince Lamech was grumbling over the fact that he would need to do things on his own amused her. ”Only the two of us, we would have to do everything on our own. Are you sure you can handle this Prince Lamech?” She was tilting her head a little. “Oh I don’t trust you but believe me when I say, I can take care of myself!”
He pursed his lips into a thin line suppressing a smile. His nostrils flared slightly. “Oh you are a daring one aren’t you?” He immediately waved for the servants to leave them. His head tilted slightly to the right. “You really want to see the real me away from all this?”
Again he surprised her by making all the servants leave. She was wondering if he ever did that before. Adah nodded as he asked her if she was serious about this. “Yes, I really want to get to know you, see the real you away from all your wealth, only you and me and maybe, just maybe you are interested to get to know your bride as well?” She looked him in the eyes and she realized that she could see it. Something..there was something, something about him she saw today for the first time, maybe her life wouldn’t be as miserable as she thought. Only time would tell.
The left side of his mouth curled upward in a smile that was mischievous and actually quite curious. “Alright My Lady…. Adah…. ” He spoke trying to address her by her name. “Is there any preference where you’d like to go?”
Adah thought about his question for a while until she answered. " No, I don't have any preferences. Surprise me!" She continued eating until her plate was empty. She couldn't help but was actually even a little excited. She felt more and more comfortable to talk with him. "Are you still content with your choice?" The blonde asked with a hint of an amused smile on her lips.
He watched her as she got visibly excited. It actually made him excited as well. The light in those eyes had struck something deep within the youngest son of Cain. He felt himself becoming more and more taken by this beautiful creature in front of him. He delayed in answering her question before he finally did. “Indeed I am.” He swallowed a drink of wine after eating a fig. “Tell me Adah. Have you ever seen the land of the Pharaohs?”
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