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03/07/2020 01:50 AM
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On Raven's Wings
For Imperfect, Feat Armani On Ravenâs Wings. Rembrandt/ 1593610 989 AD, Mystic Falls
The small boy with hair the color of the sun overhead was hidden behind a tree. He was smaller than most other boys his age even though he was already nine years old. So many other boys and even girls were taller than he was. His mother tried her best to assure him that his time would come. She had two more children after he was born, so he felt like he was just another face in the crowd.
Young Niklaus was a quiet boy. He spent most of his time alone underneath the Great White Oak with his feet pulled up to his chest. His forehead rested on his drawn up knees. âNiklaus? Why are you hiding here?â It was Elijah. The older boy was already a man by some standards of Viking life. Elijah had seen fourteen years upon this place that was supposed to be a slice of Asgard in the world of men.
âGo away, Elijah.â The boy had been sobbing. Niklaus tried his best to hide his tear stained cheeks. Raising his head, he rubbed at his eyes until they were red. The dirt smudges on his face just seemed to be darkened with each stroke of the tiny sleeves. âPlease.â
Elijah was a persistent young man. He sat beside Niklaus drawing his own legs into a pattern similar to what his younger brother was doing. âI thought you were going to meet me near the creek. There were some rabbits there that I am certain you could have shot this time.â Elijah knew that their father seemed to bear down with an unreasonable hatred toward his younger brother. Mikaelâs wrath was almost legendary. Even Elijah himself bore scars on his body from Mikaelâs temper. No one bore the heat of the anger more than Niklaus had. Everyone knew it, but no one knew why.
Niklaus drew in a long snuffling sigh with it just himself and his brother under the Great White Oak. âI-I canât Elijah. Father gets so angry.â Sweet blue eyes were crystalline with the unshed tears that lingered. All the nine year old child wanted was his father to gather him in his arms and show him some affection. Kol was five years old and was shown more affection than Niklaus was. Rebekah was three and a beautiful little girl that was already the talk of the village.
Elijah knew what it was that had brought Niklaus out to this tree by himself. Their mother was with child again. By now, Elijah was used to all his siblings that came after he had. Elijah was the first one born here in the land that was beyond the sunrise. Finn, their oldest brother was born in the Old World. Elijah had heard stories about his big sister Freya who used to sing to their mother when she was pregnant with him. Freyaâs death had devastated their father. Elijah always remembered how sad his father was. It was like he constantly thought of Freya and all that heâd lost. It was just the way of the world. Some children lived. Some did not. To Elijahâs mind, he didnât understand why Mikael bore such animosity toward Niklaus. Finn couldnât always be bothered with what the rest of them were doing. He had spent more time with their mother than anyone else. Elijah tried to step in with Niklaus especially and make him feel included. âHeâs gone off on another raid, Niklaus. Why donât you come out with me tomorrow?â
Niklaus rested his tiny chin against his knees. Tiny fingers curled up rubbing at his eyes again. âI-I donât know Elijah.â He really appreciated the fact that Elijah dared to risk their fatherâs rage by spending time teaching him to shoot. Niklaus was so nervous that he just couldnât keep a steady enough hand to fire the bow and arrow straight enough. He straightened out his legs to sit in a more relaxed position. Niklaus was very fond of his older brother Elijah. The other boys in the village didnât speak to him despite his father being Mikael. He was smaller and weaker than everyone else his age. The smaller and the weaker children tended to die. Niklaus was one that everyone would believe that he would soon die just as their sister Freya had.
Elijah wouldnât hear of any of that. He was determined that he wasnât going to lose anymore siblings. He gave his brother a reassuring pat on the shoulder. âThink about it Niklaus. I even made a special new bow for you. I think youâll like it.â His expression was warm and full of love for his younger brother. Someone had to be an advocate for Niklaus. Kol and Rebekah were too young. Finn didnât really care, or so Elijah thought. He stepped into those shoes without a second thought.
Niklausâ tiny fingers went to the carved raven charm on a leather cord he wore around his neck. He showed it to Elijah. âMother made this for me. She said it was to protect me.â The edge of his sleeve fell back from his arm. There was a healing bruise on his arm from where Mikael had snatched him up by that arm when Elijah tried to teach him how to use the bow last time.
Elijah smiled gently at his brother. âItâs really nice Niklaus. Youâre lucky to have it.â He had no idea the significance of the charm and neither did the younger boy. He wrapped his arms around his brother after his field of vision caught sight of the bruise on his right arm. He didnât have to say anything. The fourteen year old had stood against their father that day and he would again for the right that Niklaus had to learn how to hunt. The world was a brutal place and they needed to all learn to survive.
Niklaus knotted his shivering digits in the fabric of Elijahâs tunic. He buried his head into his brotherâs shoulder. His body racked with sobs as he just released all the pent up emotion that he had tried his best to hide. He was but a boy. All he wanted was someone to actually love him. Was that too much to ask?
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03/06/2020 05:09 PM
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To Catch a Slayer
To Catch a Slayer Rembrandt/ 1593610 Slayers were an unruly bunch. The gifted girls with demon blood were petulant children that assumed they could face him over the centuries. Klaus had faced too many over the vast expanse of his immortal life. Some were gifted enough to gain an upper hand on him. He had to admit that they were more talented than the members of the Five and with far less reprisal than if you were to kill one of them. Heâd done just that in 1737 after his family had arrived in New Orleans.
Apparently some living Slayers had sense about them. Heâd heard of James Kriet in the past. Klaus Mikaelson made it a point to be aware of anyone who posed a threat to him. Little did he realize, some of the lesser-known less gifted slayers thought that if they ganged up on him they would obtain a permanent advantage. Klaus was no fool. To you have these children come after him in such a manner was a test, not for him but for the quality and the skills these children possessed. Allowing them to bind him and keep him tucked away was all a part of his plan. These children fought well which impressed him. Unfortunately no one told them how dangerous it was to chain a hybrid. Klaus was over 1000 years old. It was wise on occasion to allow your enemy to pull you into their camp so you could see their defenses. This was no exception.
The hardened iron manacles cut into his wrists. His arms were held up over his head and he was forced to his knees. He held his head downward. His blond head was angled down so they could not see his blue eyes turn dangerously golden and dark. The wolf was lurking and prepared to strike. He was merely waiting for the right time.
The one child was nervously bouncing and treading on perilous ground. She took a handful of Klausâ hair pulling his head upward. Her lips were curled in a snarl as she made eye contact with the bound Original Hybrid. His dark eyes were so cold that the other girl actually shivered. âI donât think you should do that!â She warned the foolhardy girl.
âOr what? Is the big bad Hybrid gonna hurt me?â She started laughing at him leaning closer almost daring Klaus to bite her. âFido gonna give me rabies?â
Klaus offered no attempt to lash out at either girl. Although the one attempted to warn the other to be more respectful of him, Klaus knew there had to be a brains behind the outfit. That brain had to be James Kriet. He wanted to see this for himself. For now you would remain docile allowing them to believe he was beaten. A low warning growl escaped from his lips. The girl that had been moderately respectful visibly shivered.
âJust what I thought. Heâs a bag of hot air. Can you believe this?â She released her grip on him dropping his head in the process. Klausâ gaze immediately hit the floor. Being half wolf he had an advantage over most that usually wound up dead around him. He knew she was coming.
A few moments of the interchange between the three females proved quite interesting. Klaus remained docile as James continued to ridicule the two girls. It would seem that the plan formulated by the elder Slayer had been foiled by the foolish girl. The two had wanted to see how they fared against the Great Klaus Mikaelson. This hollow victory for the two girls had given them the ego boost that would inevitably lead to their downfall. The arguments soon ceased when Kriet had taken the life of one of the two girls. The body of his would be tormentor fell at his right side. Darkened hues focused upon the corpse still rife with the fragrance of blood that was absolutely intoxicating to Klaus. Kriet half knelt close to him in an attempt to curry favor with him.
He listened to her words slowly changing his blank expression to one of contempt. With a parallel motion of both hands, the chains of the manacles that held him snapped. Fangs bared and a larger growl tore through the room. The other girl still alive ran toward the nearest exit. Klaus used his speed to catch up to her. His right hand snatched her by the throat. âYour insolent behavior can only be handled in one way.â Fangs fully bared he buried them into the neck of the screaming girl.
The more she struggled, the more Klaus relished the divine way he continued to instill fear in the human race. Flesh soon fell like ribbons. The coppery smell of freed blood decorated the air. His chin was coated in the viscous fluid that had once given life to the girl who was now limp in his arms. He tossed the girlâs body at the feet of James Kriet.
With a decided sneer on his lips with fangs still prominent, he allowed the sarcasm to still trickle forth. âOuch, that must hurt.â He strolled up to her with full faculties and none the worse for ware. âIf you proven anything Kriet, youâve only shown that you are exactly like me. I will not hesitate to kill and neither do you. How does it feel to be as much of a monster as I am?â He made no attempt to attack her. Right now he was establishing one thing. He was the Alpha. He was always the Alpha.
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03/04/2020 01:17 PM
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In the Beginning 002
In the beginning Rembrandt/ 1593610 The look in the manâs eyes was one of gratitude and relief when Klaus had voted to let him live. Klaus felt extremely uncomfortable being told they needed to go around more humans. He tended not to want to be around them unless it was absolutely necessary at this point. They were going to have to all do as they were told for now. Klausâ decision was actually the correct one to save the life of this man called Lucien.
The ride in the carriage that had belonged to the family theyâd slaughtered was one where Klaus spoke no words. His younger brother Kol was a chattering monkey as he took in the sights around them remarking how everything was so different from what theyâd left behind. Elijah was doing his best to calm the youngest down. Rebekah scooted closer to Klaus trying to hide her own nerves about passing as human. Klaus wrapped his arm around her shoulders in protective big brother mode bringing her closer to his chest. He would let nothing harm his baby sister no matter what the cost. Finn remained silent trying to be as stoic as he could. Klaus as well as all the Mikaelson children knew that Finn was exceptionally close to their mother. His separation was painfully showing through the cracks of the eldest brotherâs own outer wall.
The chateau ahead was bigger than anything Klaus had seen since landing in the Old World. During their arrival, heâd mostly seen little cottages with modest people trying to do what was right to ensure their familyâs survival. Klaus had empathy for them. He wanted his own familyâs survival even though it came at a high cost. They were all dressed in the clothing of the family they had slaughtered, so it was a bit hypocritical if one were to ponder it all. Klaus found Rebekah gazing at the wonder before them as they grew closer. Elijah assumed the role of speaker for the family while Finn was tongue tied and Kol was trying to be quelled. Rebekah's gaze told Klaus all he needed to know. She was not going to part from him no matter what happened. Klaus couldnât help but wonder what the Count de Martel would say should he have known what sort of monsters had just ridden through their doors.
When the carriage stopped, the brothers all disembarked with little effort. Klaus reached up to help Rebekah out of the carriage. When he did, he spotted someone closely observing him. He caught only fleeting glimpses of her as she was trying not to be spotted herself. She had vibrant auburn hair and mesmerizing eyes that when Klausâ own met with hers, he was absolutely struck by her beauty. She grinned at him turning her gaze downward playing shy toward him. She was absolutely beautiful to him. He was soon snapped out of his gaze by Rebekah tugging on his arm. It was time to meet the Count.
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The main hall was so crowded that Klaus almost felt like he couldnât breathe. So many eyes were upon them! As he was introduced to the Count, he bowed as he was instructed to do. All three of the brothers behaved properly as they were told to do. Kol was looking at them all as if they were the main course at his next feast. Klaus could see the concern in Elijahâs eyes which was undoubtedly along the same lines that crossed Klausâ mind too. Keeping Kol in check was not going to be quite as easy as theyâd hoped. Rebekah all the while bowed extremely low giving the lecherous Count plenty to see and admire. If they werenât in need of this shelter, Klaus would have torn the old manâs throat out with his teeth for looking at her like that.
Introductions out of the way, Klaus and his siblings were shown to their room in the chateau. It was rather spacious to accommodate their needs. Rebekah was granted some privacy due to the fact she was the only sister traveling with four brothers. That was something that Klaus respected although he was determined to keep her protected as was his duty.
Still Klaus wondered where that stunning girl was currently and her identity. He considered asking their new friend Lucien about her, but thought better of it. The ride had been exhausting and so was the scrutiny by the court. The last thing any of them needed to do was make a misstep or break down one time and be discovered for the monsters they truly were. The lovely girl's identity would have to wait, hopefully not for too long.
Elijah was blathering on about truly becoming a noble and finding their place among them. All Klaus wanted to do for now was rest. There would be so much more to uncover later. For now, these Viking refugees were playing the part of French nobles. There was dramatic irony to Klaus about all this. Many nights while they were all children, Mikael had told them about his raids back in the Old World where heâd conquered kings and brought down nations. Now they were all monsters including him. Mikael was the biggest monster of all.
Assured that Rebekah was safe and accounted for, Klaus turned back into the hallway. He wanted to do a little exploring on his own. Granted the siblings needed to stick together, there was this need on his part to find the stunning creature who had bewitched him at their arrival. Little did he realize precisely what this fascination would do to him later on in his immortal life. At this moment however, his survival into the next day was dubious at best. They were all monsters turned by their motherâs dark magic. Who knew all that they could actually do? They were still barely a year out from the whole nightmare come to life. They were creatures driven by blood lust, destined never to die. It was the beginning of a very lonely life indeed.
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03/04/2020 01:13 PM
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Born to Run 002
Born to Run Rembrandt/ 1593610 The steady galloping sounds of the worldâs paws started to come to a slow halt. He was still fully cognizant of who he was and how long it had been since he had been set free. All these years had passed and this birthright had been denied him. Now that which heâd sought to restore was finally his again. The wolf lowered his head while his ears laid back against his head. Human blood matted the grey fur of the massive canine. He moved slowly toward the smell that drove him.
Elijah was here somewhere. Klaus could smell him. It wasnât just the expensive aftershave he wore or the amount of styling product in his hair, it was the blood. As his half brother, Klaus knew that familiar smell of his own blood. Deliberately the wolf walked in between two trees before seating himself as the old Egyptian statues had with their depictions of Anubis. His tongue slipped from between his lips moistening them. The breath from the wolf was now coming in slow succinct pants. His heart rate was decreasing. He was allowing the sensation of his human form to creep back over him. Sitting here waiting for Elijah to come to him, he reflected upon how even though they were half brothers he thought of them as full brothers. He was raised as a son of Mikael but thankfully Klaus had none of his blood.
The change was now coming over him again. He could feel it. The first crack of canine bones made a whimper come from the beast. The grey wolf with vibrant azure orbs was in pain. Control over the levels of the pain was under his mental dominance now as he was still a 1000 year old hybrid. It was his nature now just as much, perhaps even more than his vampire side. The transitions between forms was when he was at his most vulnerable. He trusted that Elijah had taken him to a secure location away from the Bennett Witch, the dead Doppelgänger and Stefan Salvatore. They were going to want to kill him even more now since he had killed Elena and become a fully realized hybrid. Little did they know or even fathom the idea that he still had a final card to play in his hand that would keep them all at Bay. That would come in time.
More cracking of bones and more wounded animal sounds came from the larger than normal wolf. His muzzle was resting now upon his front paws as the pain kept him from moving. His ears were lowered and shrinking as the wolf was disappearing from sight. Canine paws took the shape of human hands and feet. His nose was human again instead of the elongated canine snout. Fur disappeared fading back into flesh. Finally he was in human form laying there just as bare as the day he was born in that Viking hut over 1000 years prior. Little did he realize but he actually did rest upon the exact spot where heâd been born. The son of a witch and the Alpha wolf, Niklaus had returned to the spot where it had all began. Exhausted from the transformation, Klaus feel asleep.
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Several hours later, eyes seemingly human but purely evil opened. He felt completely rested and cold. His nude body was covered in blood and dirt mostly figuring that it was residuals left from his jaunt as a wolf. He had no idea just how long heâd been in wolf form. The memories of his kills were still lingering in his mind. The sweet dominance and fear he felt were exhilarating. Klaus was truly unstoppable now, not even by Elijah.
Looking to his left, he saw human clothing laying beside him and a pair of boots. He reached for the pair of pants first. âIt was the most free Iâve ever been, Elijah.â Klaus had faith that it was his brother that had brought him this clothing. He still had that ace in the hole that had ensured Elijah would protect him at this moment. Actually it wasnât just one ace, Klaus had four. Family drove Elijah. Family was Elijahâs weakness. âTo return to the form that nature intended was intoxicating.â
Klaus stood to his feet pulling the blue jeans over his lower half. For a brief moment he thought that everything was truly going his way. He would soon be on his way to create more like him. They would know the feeling that he did of being completely unconquerable. It was a feeling like no other. He was on top of all food chains for once. He was and always would be forever the Alpha.
Klaus turned to see Elijah standing there as he often did like he was passing judgement over the entire world. Klaus grinned broadly with his dimples showing along with his blue eyes glistening. âThis is a cause for celebration brother! Surely you even see that!â He clapped his dirty hand upon Elijahâs shoulder knowing that it brought him discomfort with the expensive suits he wore. He released his hold on his elder brother and turned to the shirt that lay there. As he reached for it, he asked his brother a vital question. âHow long was I gone?â He needed to know if he had true control over his wolf form or not. He suspected it was three days, but he needed Elijahâs confirmation.
The Navy blue shirt was soon pulled over his body tussling a few of his curls in the process. He ran the digits of his right hand through his blond curls to bring some order to the disarray. With Elijahâs subsequent answer Klaus grew even more confident. He slid on the socks and boots that Elijah had brought him knowing now that it was time to put the final piece in place before finishing what was started 1000 years ago. That final piece was Elijah himself. He was subtle about it just like the spider who lured in his prey. Elijah trusted him to fulfill his promise. Klaus fully intended on keeping his word, just not in the way that Elijah expected. After all, didnât a wolf need his pack?
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03/03/2020 07:01 PM
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The Great Fire
The Great Fire of London Rembrandt/ 1593610 1 September 1666, London UK
The entire summer had been so dry. No sort of moisture was in the air. Normally when the nobleman Niklaus Mikaelson went about on the grounds of his estate heâd enjoy the breeze that greeted him. The air was stiff and unwelcome. It had not changed as he rode into London itself. His endless search for the next Petrova Doppelgänger as well as the escaped Katrina kept him rather occupied.
Heâd spent the day in town speaking with several contacts at the local pub. Finding a two hundred year old vampire couldnât be that hard, but Katerina had proven quite resourceful. He half admired her for it. Sitting down at a table in the pub, Niklaus was an arrogant bastard with his superior attitude dripping all over him. Heâd sent Elijah to Germany and had Rebekah accompany him. His sister had once again lost another lover and was devastated. The change of scenery would do her good. The pub owner approached him bowing and scraping. ââXcuse me Guv. I was asked ta bring ya this note.â He laid the paper in front of him to read.
Niklaus unfolded the parchment. In a proper script he read the words:
If you want to find Katerina Petrova, I can tell you where she is. Just meet me behind the bakery on Pudding Lane after midnight. Come alone.
A blonde brow quirked upward. This was too perfect. Some poor fool had received word heâd placed the bounty on Katerina and intended to collect. He folded the parchment and stuffed it inside his coat. He would meet this person on his own.
After midnight 2 September, 1666
The streets were barely occupied at the time. Lone street walkers passed attempting to sell their wares, but Niklaus was not interested. He had another on his mind. His steps carried him to the rear of the bakery to awaitHe could hear goings on as the baker was closing down his ovens properly. Niklaus paid no mind until he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. âSo you have word of Katerina Petrova?â He asked slowly turning around.
Standing before him in the attire of a French Noble was none other than Mikael the Destroyer. âWell not exactly. Itâs all over in every supernatural circle that youâre looking for her. How better to track you down by preying on your weakness? The bastard wants to be free. Quite a pity the Doppelgänger decided to turn herself into a vampire wasnât it?â
His arrogant façade fell. Once again he was that boy who wanted nothing more than his fatherâs approval. He cowered in front of Mikael when he was a child. âSix hundred years has done nothing to stop you on your maddening quest, Father?â
Mikaelâs eyes blazed with hatred. âI AM NOT YOUR FATHER! You are an abomination that killed my SON. You deserve to die!â He pulled out an Ulfbrecht sword that heâd had in his possession from the days of being a Viking marauder and charged Niklaus with it.
Mikael had not counted on Niklaus developing his skill as a swordsman. His talent had vastly improved over six centuries. Mikaelâs Ulfbrecht was met with a shiny new Cutlass in Nikâs sword hand. âI am NOT the child that cowered at the mere mention of your name any longer!â
Mikael grinned malevolently at the male in front of him. âSo the boy thinks heâs a man? Let the games begin!â The strength of the older male was augmented by vampirism. He rose and lowered his blade meeting that of the younger multiple times. He was asserting his dominance despite the skills Niklaus possessed. Niklaus had his back pressed against the door to the bakery when Mikael kicked it down.
Niklaus dodged inside the dimly lit bakery drawn to the lights of the dying embers of the coals in the oven itself. He turned just as Mikael brought down his sword in a hacking motion. As a Viking Mikael had not had any formal training he just learned how to fight or he died. Klaus managed to dodge the blow bumping into a table that had ground wheat on top of it. Grabbing a fist full of the ground wheat, he tossed it into Mikaelâs eyes.
Temporarily blinded, he began swinging wildly at anything close to him. Mikael managed to clear his vision enough to find him and kick Niklaus in the stomach. The kick landed to his stomach sending him flying into more of the bakery itself hitting the wall and landing in floor about three feet from the oven. He was dazed from the impact and was trying to recover as rapidly as he could. His sword had been freed from his hand because of the impact against the table with wheat and flour. The pounding steps of Mikaelâs approach made his heart thunder in his ears.
Seeing the doors to the oven were hanging open, Mikael stuck his Ulfbrecht inside raking some of the smoldering coals outward to try and burn Niklaus. His malevolent expression bore no sympathy because this child in a manâs body was once believed to be his. As long as Niklaus lived so did the evidence of his wifeâs infidelity. He followed this raking of the coals onto Niklaus with a downward blow in an attempt to remove his head from his body.
Niklaus managed to roll out of the way of the coals. He located his cutlass as he rolled on the floor grasping it in his hands. Still on the floor as the blade came toward him, Niklaus raised his blade lengthwise supporting the blade with his free hand. He ground his teeth as the force of Mikaelâs strength came down on him. After the blades made impact, Niklaus pushed back for all he was worth causing Mikaelâs blade to slide upward. Sparks erupted from this attempt by the younger male to save his own life.
The sparks leapt from the blades landing on the scattered wheat and flour. The broken rear door also allowed the gale blowing off the Thames to whip around stirring this volatile concoction. The sound of flames breaking free all around them started to fill the bakery. Before either of them realized it, the bakery was consumed by flames. One of the beams from the roof of the bakery fell down blocking the path between them. Mikael watched as Niklaus was surrounded. Fight or flight instinct taking hold of him, Mikael ran away in the middle of the flames. Niklaus started for the door when a beam fell down upon him and knocked the wind out of him. The beam was not on fire itself, but it was cracked.
As his eyes faded, he made out the shape of a woman that was coming toward him. She had golden blonde hair and magnificent blue eyes. She looked like an angel to him even surrounded by a light from behind. âAre you an angel?â He couldnât hear her answer. He soon lost consciousness.
to be continued by (fierce heart) Caroline
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02/29/2020 12:43 AM
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Brotherly Love
Brotherly Love Rembrandt/ 1593610 Summertime in the United States was quite conducive to the location of werewolves. He had a lot territory to cross and much to do in order create his army of hybrids. Stefan Salvatore was in full ripper mode all because Klaus had forced him into being his travel companion on his mission. The world seemed so much brighter to Klaus Mikaelson. After 1000 long years, his curse was finally broken. He had a lot of catching up to do.
He had created a successful hybrid in Tyler Lockwood and the twelve others that were eventually killed at Klausâ own hand. Tyler still lived, only because Caroline wanted it. Seeing her happy meant the world to him even it was at the hand of a little runt like Tyler. He turned his aggression outward and away from Mystic Falls toward the greater picture. He could create hybrids, but he wanted to get as far away from Mystic Falls as he possibly could. For that, he was going to need help.
His help came waltzing through his door in the person of Stefan Salvatore. Klaus was innately aware of what Stefan could do because he remembered the Ripper of Monterey from 1920 Chicago. Fortunately for Klaus, he did have an upper hand. Stefan had been compelled by Klaus to forget him and Rebekah. There was other ways to get the Ripper back that he wanted.
Damon had been nipped and was rapidly being poisoned by werewolf venom. There was only one antidote and of course Klaus had the key. Klaus was the key. When Stefan came hat in hand to Klaus, Klaus insisted the Ripper come out to play. He rather enjoyed biting Katerina and watching her squirm to prove a point. Wrapping his arms around her neck and forcing her to drink his blood for the cure served a dual purpose. The extra added emotion of pure fear from the doppelganger turned vampire brought a sense of satisfaction to the Original Hybrid both from the bite and being forced to ingest the cure. He had all the cards. It was just like heâd liked it. Once Damon was sent the cure, Klaus took what he wanted and left. Stefan had no choice.
They had been on the road for a month tracking down suitable werewolf candidates throughout Appalachia. It was just outside of Gatlinburg, Tennessee that Klaus had heard that Damon Salvatore was tracking them. The elder Salvatore was bound and determined to insert himself into Klausâ business. That just couldnât be. He wouldnât allow it. Klaus kept Stefan occupied by sending him away on his own mission. He didnât have to divulge anything to Stefan. If he knew Damon was on their trail, Klaus stood a chance of losing Stefan. He was close to finding that wolf and the pack that would bring everything into fruition. Nothing was going to stop him and no one. If he had to kill Damon Salvatore, he would. The brothers that were reminiscent of what heâd had with Elijah a century ago evoked a smattering of jealousy from the Hybrid. Sentimental ties and bonds were nothing but a weakness to Klaus Mikaelson. Now he was going to teach that lesson to Damon.
There was a bar frequented by humans and untriggered werewolves that Klaus had been using to follow leads to the pack. Word had reached Klaus that Damon was poking around asking questions. The text came across his cell from one of the spies in the bar. It was easy enough to send Stefan into the Smokies and several campsites to weed out tourists from the werewolves. âCall me if you have anything promising. I have to meet a contact alone. You understand donât you?â He clapped Stefan on the shoulder squeezing his shoulder firmly.
The younger Salvatore didnât question what Klaus told him. He knew he owed Klaus for saving Damonâs life. He was forced to trust that Katherine would take the cure to Damon. He did receive word from Klaus that Damon was alive and would remain so as long as he continued to comply with his mission. Stefan knew what Klaus wanted, but couldnât stop him. He wasnât even sure he wanted to at this point. âYeah sure Klaus.â He glanced deeply into the eyes of the Hybrid. He wasnât being compelled. Stefan was just a man of his word.
Klaus was pleased when Stefan headed off to his task. He waited til Stefan was gone before he headed to this bar. Klausâ connection met him behind the bar so they couldnât be spotted from the road. The man that was his contact was human had a girlfriend that was a werewolf. He made a deal with Klaus to keep his girl from being used in this whole plan to create a pack of hybrids. âSo what do you have for me?â Klaus asked.
âThe guy with the Camaro came in flashing around this picture of a guy with a big hairdo or somethin' said it was his brother and that he was missin'. Came in last night. Heâll be back tonight.â The man was of slender build and slick blond hair and an American flag tattoo on his right bicep. He wore a sleeveless white tee-shirt that was stained with sweat and a beer companyâs logo across the front.
âDid the man come by himself or was he with someone?â Klaus had really no desire to be around this smelly mortal for as long as he needed to be. He wanted to be absolutely sure that it was Damon and that he was alone.
âYeah. He was alone. Nobody else.â The manâs weight shifted. Klaus could hear the manâs heart beating. He knew the man was telling the truth.
Klaus turned to the man meeting his gaze. The compulsion began. âYouâre going to walk back to into the bar and take a seat. When this man walks into the bar, you will pull out your hunting knife and slit your own throat. You will tell the man that you see the following words: Klaus says, I refuse to believe that it will end like this. Do you understand? â The man had a glassy look on his face as he nodded. âGood. You know what to do.â The man left Klaus to go into the bar to sit down.
Klaus waited behind the bar as his pigeon went inside to accomplish his task. He had a bird's eye view of the show. He waited with sadistic glee when he heard the engine of a certain Camaro approach. It was all up to Damon now. He sped off to where his own car was to beat a retreat only for now.
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02/27/2020 11:07 PM
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Nirvana
Nirvana Rembrandt/ 1593610 Summer of 1969 Upstate New York
The lush greenery of the farms and rural aspect of Upstate New York was a perfect hiding place for him. Golden locks that at one time fell loosely about his shoulders and down his back spent quite a few centuries cut short. Now he was tucked away from the world. His golden hair was in a state of being half way long and half shirt. His curls were free and unrestricted. It added to the allure.
Disenchanted young humans and vampires alike found their way to him. Sometimes he searched for those eager young minds he could mold. Other times, this cadre of witches and vampires brought more into join this family This fed into his ego with a high degree of self satisfaction. Being an Original Vampire, he could compel anyone to do his bidding including other vampires. It was a glorious thing to have them all working for him and depending on him for everything. He was âUncle Nikâ to these innocents under his sway. The supernatural world knew him better as Niklaus Mikaelson.
His right hand was a tall male witch named Gunter. Gunter had short and neat blonde hair he kept out of his eyes. He also had blue eyes almost as bright blue as Klausâ own. He spoke with an accent, but Nik understood him. Gunter was a powerful witch that he knew from Denmark. With Nik's life before he became an Original Vampire being Nordic that lent to a bond between them. Gunter was completely loyal to him and obeyed his every command willingly. He also stood well over six feet tall, so that certainly worked to Nikâs advantage.
Knowing the history of the Petrova doppelgängers, Nik was counting on his witch and others under his sway trying to locate the next Petrova. He just couldnât seem to believe the line would die. Rumors reached him several times over the last nearly 500 years that there was a child that had been snatched from Katerina that lived. He kept this little tidbit to himself. Gunter was often performing spells to locate Katerina for Nik to exact his vengeance. He was also trying to find another. It was almost 500 years again. One thousand years was a long time to wait.
He relished the fact that Katerina or Katherine as she called herself now thought she was so clever in running from him. He was like the Spectre of Death ready to make her suffering exquisite in his own indomitable fashion. The mental images of making her suffer for costing him another 500 years wait to break the curse actually comforted him. Those who crossed him had great reason to fear him and cower when it came to his anger. He had actually persuaded his brother Elijah to help him track down Rosemarie and Trevor. What he held over his brother was four coffins that were stashed away in a place known only to Nik. That was how Elijah would do anything he wanted. Elijah believed in their family. Nik believed in everything he could control. Elijah would work for him as long as he had those coffins.
His current refuge was a farmhouse complete with barns and even animals that kept these young witches, vampires and humans occupied and happy. There were 6 of them currently not including Nik or Gunter. They had a few pigs, two cows (one of which was pregnant), one bull, and a passel of chickens. The whole nature aspect of it actually appealed to him. No one would think to find him here. Only Elijah knew where he was. Elijah knew not to disclose Nikâs location or the leverage in place would be put to his advantage. On this day he stood in the doorway watching two of the girls as the were feeding the chickens. The human female who owned the house was being used by him so no vampires could enter without an invitation. That did include his own brother. The home was actually hers. âAlexander and Poppy are in town for supplies.â She told him in a casual tone. Poppy was a witch and Alexander a vampire. That revelation made him move away from the door. He took a few steps toward her. There were marks on her neck where he had fed from her. She kept focused on the pot she was cooking over the stove.
Nik moved the strands of greying hair from her neck rubbing the backs of his fingers over the soft flesh of her neck. He was denying himself the carnality of being with another to warm his bed. However he still had other needs. The veins around his eyes started to darken as did his beautiful blue eyes. His fangs started to elongate. âThat is good to hear.â He leaned in to her neck sinking in his fangs to drink of her. She barely winced because she had been compelled to obey. Her sapphire orbs were a bit distant as the compulsion by the Original could not be broken unless he willed it. He pulled back after drinking from her with that familiar crimson stain upon his lips. His handsome features returned mere moments later. âKeep up the good work.â He purred almost like a lion content with his pride.
In the town itself, Alexander and Poppy were being friendly with everyone. Poppy, the witch was speaking good luck and good fortune spells to humans while Alexander compelled anyone who asked a few too many questions. Uncle Nik wanted them to not cause a scene but if too many people asked too many questions, they had to be stopped. They advocated no violence, after all they were flower children. Flower Children wanted peace after all.
Another small group approached Alexander and Poppy. They were young appearing as Alexander and Poppy were. Words were exchanged in regard to a coming music festival. Three days of love and music were going to happen. They called the festival Woodstock. Alexander started to grin. âUncle Nik will be glad to hear about it! Iâm sure heâll really dig it.â The young vampire smiled as he wrapped his arms around Poppyâs shoulders. His daylight ring was on the middle finger of his right hand. Poppy made it special for him after Uncle Nik approved. His black hair was almost surreal and his teeth were perfect. Everything was so beautiful and so perfect. It was an alluring trap. Alexander and Poppy were far too good at what they did. They made Uncle Nik happy. Uncle Nik being happy was the only thing that mattered.
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02/26/2020 11:57 PM
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in the beginning
In the Beginning Rembrandt/ 1593610 1002 AD France
The old world was new to the Mikaelson Family. Having been sheltered in their Viking village across the great ocean left Niklaus Mikaelson just as terrified as ever. Something inside of him however encouraged him to reach out and press on with his life. He could not just lay down and die. Niklaus Mikaelson had to forge ahead. Death followed him everywhere he went. Was it to be his friend or his ally?
It had only been one year since the five siblings had been cursed with their motherâs dark magic. The terrible hunger that burned within all of them manifest through different ways through them all. Niklaus watched as Finn loathed what theyâd become. His oldest brother despised the need they all now had that could not be quenched. The more they drank of the blood of innocent humans the more Finn longed for a true death for good. Niklaus often listened to the silent sobs from his brother when he thought no one else was listening. He did not hate his brother. He pitied him.
Then on the opposite end of the spectrum was Kol. The youngest living Mikaelson male, Kol was obnubilant when it came to feeding on human blood. He was not that little boy Niklaus remembered from the days when life was far more innocent. Kol was far different. His bloodlust could barely be contained. Nik was pretty certain he didnât want to be. He often just stayed out of the way when Elijah tried to rein in Kol. While Finn wallowed in self pity, Kol perfected his hunting skills. They were the furthest extremes; Finn and Kol, that was best left to Elijah to rectify. Nik stayed out of it himself.
Rebekah, their sister was possessed with a lust for something else. She needed and wanted to be loved. Every girl back in their village longed for children and a husband to call their own. Stripped of the life that theyâd been born to, Nik watched the fire burn in her heart that would still haunt her 10 centuries later. Rebekah wanted children. She wanted love. Instead of love, sheâd gained only death. Nik comforted her by carving her little trinkets as he did when they were smaller. He deeply cared about her and felt himself her protector.
Elijah was the one who stepped into the role of Patriarch. Finn was in no position to do so in his state of mind. The protection of this family was left to Elijah. Finn longed for death while Elijah knew they needed to live. He harbored his own blood lust but kept it under guard with great care. Nik wasnât sure how even did it. Elijah was bound by duty and honor. Heâd also sworn that oath of âAlways and Foreverâ with Nik and Rebekah. Elijah took things very seriously.
Lastly was Nik himself. Nik was the one who was the key to the who mess. Heâd taken Henrik to see the men who changed with the full moon into beasts. The snarling animals in front of them sniffed him out that day and ran off. They tore the youngest Mikaelson to ribbons. There were still nights a year later where Nik woke up screaming because of seeing the wolves eviscerate his youngest brother. The night came soon enough when he found out why they didnât attack him. He was blood of their chief Ansel. Ansel, the pack leader was his true father.
Once cursed with the lust for blood, Nik had triggered his werewolf curse. He was a whole entire beast unto his own. Their mother called him a hybrid. With the assistance of Mikael and the forced assistance of Elijah, the werewolf side of the middle child Niklaus had been bound. Mikaelâs discovery of his wifeâs infidelity led to the five living siblings ultimately fleeing for their lives.
Now the five of them had attacked a caravan of nobles heading toward a particular castle. There were four sons and a daughter. They matched the Mikaelsons perfectly. Amidst the slaughter they had found one manservant left alive. Kol had snatched him up and tossed him to the ground. âLook what we have here!â The lips of the youngest brother were sanguine. Ivory fangs had retracted but the stench of blood remained. The human landed at Nik's feet. âWe promised that no one be left alive so Mikael wouldnât find us.â
As his siblings began to bicker over this human and what was to become of him, Niklaus felt the real palpable fear from him. If he was truly a manservant in the employ of their victims then heâd be more terrified than he was. They had already laid waste to far too many carriages of travelers throughout the continent from the first moments theyâd come ashore. There was something different about this man than the others theyâd ripped to pieces. Had he actually found a kindred spirit? That remained to be seen. He was not even certain of just who he was yet. Half of his true nature was denied him. Silently, he resented it. For now, that acrimony seethed within him. He was in no position to act upon it yet. Eventually his time would come. âNiklaus, what say you?â Elijahâs voice snatched him from his self introspection.
He glanced to each of his siblings. Emotions were evident in their eyes. The murderous intent in Kol's gaze caused Nik to stop for a moment. Two voted to kill this human who had lived through the attack. Two voted he should live. Nik was the deciding vote. Staring down for what seemed like forever, his own gaze fell upon the outcast. He had not even heard the manâs pleas for his life or the bargaining. Nik had only looked upon this with the gaze of what was an outsider. âLet him live.â He spoke with a calm low voice casting the deciding vote.
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02/25/2020 02:37 PM
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Divide and Conquer Intro
Divide and Conquer Rembrandt/ 1593610 Seven long years had taken its toll upon the Original Hybrid. Klaus Mikaelson had gone into seclusion keeping away from the physical presence of his brothers, sisters and his daughter. Letters in her hand kept Klaus encouraged. He knew as much as he hurt being alone, it was worth it. Hope was safe with her mother. There was no question. The Hollow could not be allowed to claim Hope as a vessel. In all the years that Klaus Mikaelson had tread upon this mud ball, he had cared about very little. In that crypt when he heard the first sounds of the babyâs heartbeat when Hayley was carrying her, Klaus was stunned. He was skeptical until he just could not be anymore. Elijah called Hope a miracle from the beginning. Klaus had been born a werewolf through his true father and untapped witch through his mother. Natureâs greatest destroyer and monster Niklaus Mikaelson was now the creator of a life. The first Hybrid created the first Tribrid. Who said nature didnât have a sense of humor? Now finally the Hollow had been defeated. His family could come back together. Separation was no longer a requirement. By now, Hope had become a student at the Salvatore School for the Gifted. Klaus had been there at the beginning. Heâd gifted Caroline a large donation to get it all started. As much as he didnât particularly care for Alaric Saltzman, Klaus agreed with the vision that young supernatural beings had to be far better educated than they had been. Klaus and his siblings had done so much wrong in all those years. He wanted Hope to be better than he was, which was surprising to those who had known him in the past. Klaus Mikaelson a loving and devoted father? Hope was Klausâ world and the genuine belief that the Mikaelson name could be one of honour. Who was he kidding? Klaus Mikaelson was a monster. He would always be a monster. Even working to get rid of the Hollow with his siblings proved it further. This was all a curse he handed down to his daughter because of the life heâd lived. Of all the Mikaelsons throughout history, Klaus cut the bloodiest swath through the world with Kol a close second. Even Elijah was not without fault. Elijahâs morals were what reigned him in when he strayed too far off the reservation so to speak. Elijah pulled them all back when the raced too far. It was Elijah who compelled Tristan, Aurora and Lucien into believing they were the two of them and Rebekah. Now Elijah wanted to bring peace to New Orleans. They had tried it before and failed. Klaus wanted nothing to do with this. Klaus was locked up in his studio. He had a series of canvases there in various parts of the studio. He snatched one from the northeast corner of his studio and affixed it to the easel. It was an exceptionally large canvas. What was brewing inside of him was nothing short of a hurricane and it had to come out. He grabbed tubes of all the darkest colors and began to find places for them on his palette. Klaus turned to the empty canvas. With brush in his right hand, he practically attacked the canvas with forceful and enraged strokes. The frustration of being away from his daughter for 7 years ate at him. Years lost where he could have helped her as a father should have were gone. He wanted to be so much more than Mikael was. Thoughts went to Caroline Forbes-Salvatore. The one woman that he loved more than life itself was struggling with a way to save her daughters from the merge ceremony from the Gemini Coven. So many lives were affected and shattered by the way everything unfolded. Why couldnât he have been able to be there for his daughter? Why wasnât Caroline able to save her girls? Now Elijah wanted to bring peace to New Orleans. The canvas in front of him was splashed with so many dark colors it looked ominous. The problems existed but the solutions were nowhere to be found.  Klaus was getting so deeply into his process of painting he would never have been able to hear if someone was out there saying anything or wanting to gain entry. Klaus was even covered with paint on the edges of his face. Blonde curls were matted to the sides of his forehead. He took a minute to pour some bourbon into a glass chugging it and violently slamming the glass into the table finally that the glass shattered. A large shard cut his palm. Eyes glittered gold and a growl escaped his lips. He canted his head to the right adding a left turn. He moved to touch the canvas with his bloody palm. Streaks and smears of his blood blended in with the canvas. The sting of the oils invaded his broken skin not even causing him to stop. The pain did something to him. The pain made Klaus feel like he was alive. He had to feel something. Seven years in the life of an immortal was nothing. Heâd spent seven years in an artists colony in the 1600s. It meant nothing. Seven years from the life of a child, his child was everything. Klaus dropped into the chair in the corner of his studio. The wound had healed on its own. Shattered glass, blood drops on the ground and on the easel itself remained. Klausâ own brow was saturated with sweat with blonde ringlets dripping near his temple. Let the others divide up New Orleans. Klaus Mikaelson had his own plans. He always did.
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02/23/2020 01:32 AM
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Born to Run
Born to Run Rembrandt/ 1593610 The steady cadence of the wolf on the hunt was unmatched by any of the animals in the forest outside Mystic Falls. This beast was actually larger than any of the wolves that had graced this forest in some time. The animal had been bound for far too long. He was free for the first time in over 1000 years. This beast was the most deadly creature in all the world. There was nothing but death and decay in his way. This beast was the first hybrid freed from the bonds of a curse that stole his birthright from him. Now it was all back again. This was Klaus Mikaelson and the world would never be the same again.
Less than 24 hours prior, there had been a great clearing that had seen a special series of sacrifices occur. One by one they were killed. The werewolf had her heart ripped from her body. Despite the attempt of the vampire to kill the witch performing the spell, the fledgling vampire died at his hand. Then came the doppelganger. Her blood left her body and coated his tongue. The blood of the doppelganger was the catalyst to ignite the switch. It all felt so liberating. He dropped the lifeless body of Elena Gilbert to the ground. Klaus Mikaelson had finally won.
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He could feel his body changing. He felt his bones break one and then another. He was finally free from being bound. No more was he only just a vampire. He was born to be a hybrid. He felt more bones breaking when a bolt of magical energy struck him hard. Klaus Mikaelson was felled by one Bonnie Bennett. âNO! YOU WERE DEAD!â He shouted with pain in his voice from his breaking bones He couldnât believe it. His plans were unraveling. He was in the middle of changing into his wolf form when she was attacking. He was in the dirt and near death. Thatâs when he came.
Standing over him had been his long lost brother Elijah. Once upon a child, Elijah was everything to Klaus. They had fought countless battles side by side. Now the brothers had been estranged since World War II. Elijah wanted to reunite the family. Klaus would have none of it. To keep Elijah in check, heâd revealed that heâd hidden the bodies of their daggered siblings at the bottom of the ocean. If Elijah got in his way, heâd open those coffins their in which their siblings were entombed allowing their two brothers and one sister to repeatedly drown for all eternity. It was enough to keep Elijah at arms length from Klaus at all times.
The love of his brother for their family was Klausâ ace in the hole. Klaus had pushed Elijah too far this time. Now was the day the devil had to pay his due. Elijahâs rich brown eyes locked with those of Klausâ while he was in agony. To prolong said agony, Elijah rammed his hand into Klausâ chest.
Elijah possessed as much power as Klaus did. Even as Klausâ bones continued to break, he felt his brotherâs fingers tighten around his heart. Elijah had murder in his eyes. Klaus could only stop it one way. âThey arenât in the bottom of the ocean Elijah. Please brother. Only I can take you to them.â He was in agony with his bones breaking and now his brother stood over him to kill him. âPlease brother.â
The look in Elijahâs eyes was one of shock and disbelief in Klausâ judgement. His heart was pounding in Elijahâs palm. He was truly afraid he might actually die. The Bennett witch and Stefan Salvatore were shouting at Elijah. He just continued to plead with his brother to spare his life. These few moments seemed like an eternity to Klaus. He felt his brother remove his hand from his chest. Elijah grabbed him and left this clearing.
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Klaus was in wolf form for the first time in ages. The freedom with the return to this form had been exhilarating. Coming upon another camping site, the Hybrid wolf began stalking the couple. He could smell the scent of sex thick in the air. A snarl curled his lips. The low growl mimicked the sound the male was making as he was claiming his mate. The woman was panting as heavily as he was. Neither suspected that death lay just outside their door.
He could wait no longer. The massive wolf needed to strike; to feed. The fabric of the tent fell in shreds to the claws of the wolf. Snarling jaws barked and growled snapping on flesh that was laid bare to him. Tearing flesh and the abundance of blood saturated the animal's fur. Body parts were ripped from joints with brutal violence. Crunching sounds actually filled the air. Bones, flesh and blood weâre all in glorious abundance as Klaus in wolf form decimated two more humans before racing off again.
This was far more than he could have imagined. In his wolf form, he had enough cognitive abilities to know who and what he was. The power of being both vampire and wolf was beyond spoken words. The way he could so easily lay waste to mere mortals was enough to convince himself that it was worth it to get to this point. Even his siblings who shared the same mother, would not understand the true freedom he now possessed. Elijah, the brother closest to his age was likely nearby. Elijah wanted the family intact again. Klaus would give him wanted but in time. All was in Klausâ time now.
The steady galloping stride of the werewolf form of death incarnate continued to travel through these woods. The night of debauchery and devastation was only just starting.
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