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Right Where You Left Me: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @s-r-amikaelson: hi, lovely, i saw your "Evermore" list, so could please do a Klaus x Reader with the song "right where you left me" from Taylor? Kisses, sweetie

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

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Right Where You Left Me

Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies

He wouldn’t be there to see it all happen.

Klaus wouldn’t be by your side, watching the world change like he had for so many centuries. He wouldn’t watch your friends get married, the idea of your own wedding disintegrating before your very eyes.

He wouldn’t be there to watch his daughter grow up, to watch her become the bright young girl that she was destined to be. He wouldn’t be there to listen to you tell her stories all about her father, to watch you cry in the shadows when she was fast asleep, missing him deeply.

He wouldn’t be there to watch humans crumble into ash, as they always did, buried in the New Orleans graveyard where their loved ones came to see them. He wouldn’t be there to watch any of it.

He wouldn’t be there to watch the seasons change, the leaves falling, holding your hand as you walked through the woods, talking about everything and nothing.

That’s what ran through your head when he looked at you for the final time, sorrow in his eyes, when he whispered that single word that only you could hear.

“Run.”

And you did, his screams as Marcel plunged that dagger into him echoing in your ears for years to come.

But I'm right where you left me Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other

One year.

One year without him. Hope was three now, walking and calling you her auntie. She had picked up a particular affinity for colouring in, not quite staying in the lines, but that didn’t matter. She had adopted her father’s artistic ability, it seemed.

You looked over at her latest picture, telling Hayley you would tidy up, letting the hybrid get an early night. Hope was already in bed, fast asleep.

You hadn’t slept in a year. Not when you knew that Klaus was in unimaginable pain. Maybe it would have been better if you had the support of his family around, but they were just as incapacitated. You picked up Hope’s picture and made your way to the attic.

It was dark, and you struck a match to light the candle on the wall, the only source of light in that dingy old place. Four coffins came into your view and you strode over to the nearest one. Elijah.

You picked up the book you had left there from the night before and sat. The pages stuck together, but that was its age. “You’re missing out on this one, Elijah. Klaus always told you it was a good read.”

And you started to read, Hope’s picture on your lap as you were reminded of her father, voice catching as you tried not to cry.

Wages earned and lessons learned But I, I'm right where you left me

Two years.

Two years without him. Hope had just turned four, her artistic ability improving as she had gotten better at staying in the lines. The question she asked you still echoed in your ears, your heart hurting as you answered it with a smile. “Do you think Daddy will like this when he comes home, Auntie Y/N?”

When he comes home. Her innocent hopefulness kept you sane most days.

You had gotten a job now, a waitress in a restaurant downtown where no-one knew your name or who your family was. It was something to get you out of the house, to keep your mind off the thought of Klaus going through hell. At first, it had been great, but then your boss had put you on night shifts, and that was when the undesirables came out to play.

You hung your coat up before making your way up to the attic, the ghost of that man’s hands still making you cringe. It wasn’t the first time someone had shown more than an interest in you, but you had always had someone to help you escape.

You walked over to her coffin and sat. You put your hand on the lid, and sighed. “Hey, Bex. Could have used you today.” Rebekah was always the one to get you out of those sorts of situations, usually with a threatening comment. “Klaus would have lost his mind.”

Klaus, always the jealous type, would have run to avenge you. You had always moaned about it, but this time, you realised you missed it.

Missed him.

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light

Three years.

Three years without him. Hope was five now, and had moved from colouring in to painting. You had bought her a set of block paints for her birthday and were more than happy to watch her paint flowers with five red petals and a yellow centre, green stalks leading down to two leaves at the bottom. More often than not, she ended up with more of it on her hands than on the paper, and she liked to make you laugh by painting your cheeks with it.

To make you smile for when Daddy comes home, she would say, your heart breaking.

You had quit your job after one too many handsy customers. You were just happy to be the woman in the corner of the restaurant, staring at a whiskey, passers-by telling you to cheer up because it might never happen.

You stumbled home after such an occurrence, alcohol slurring your movements. They were right, you needed some fun, but the only person you could think of having such fun with was lying in a coffin. Up in the attic again, you made your way over to where Kol Mikaelson rested, perhaps in more danger than any of his siblings.

“Don’t you die on me, you git.” You patted the lid of the coffin, the familiar nickname rolling off your tongue. “I need someone to get into trouble with.” You chuckled, remembering. “Someone else for Klaus to shout at.”

Klaus, whose shouts had been turned into agonising screams.

They say, "What a sad sight" I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop Right when I felt the moment stop

Four years.

Four years without him. Hope was a lively six-year-old now, and her artistic skills had improved greatly. Actual pictures were created now, an ability to rival anyone of her age, maybe even her father one day. But you still held onto that first coloured-in picture, keeping it safe to show to Klaus when he came home.

When. You tried to hold onto Hope’s optimism, but it had been four years now and you were finding it difficult. You still held onto your spot in the corner of the restaurant, watching customers look at you with pity in their eyes. The worst was the recently engaged couple, the woman’s hair pinned up to make her look like a film star.

Once, you had got ready for parties and made an effort to look like that. But, you’d always had help from a friend, a sister really. Of course, that witch was now sleeping with her siblings.

You sat by Freya’s coffin, cross-legged, and laid your head on the lid. “You would have loved her dress, Freya. She walked in and it was like everything just stopped. You remember when people used to look at us like that?” You smiled, remembering your entrances to such parties. “But all I ever cared about was Klaus.”

He would take your arm and lead you to the dance floor, laughing as you tried not to step on his toes.

You had never wanted to dance more.

Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on, I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

Five years.

Five years without him. Hope was now seven, a fact that didn’t seem possible. You looked at her in the garden, her little easel set up as she painted, the sun shining down on her. You took a sip of your water, having moved away from alcohol at Hayley’s request. When Klaus came home, he wouldn’t want the love of his life to be a drunken mess, and Hope certainly didn’t want that of her auntie.

When. It seemed like such a useless word. The world was changing before your eyes, and you were still here, waiting for something that would probably never happen. Hayley told you to keep the faith, but it was getting harder and harder with each day that passed. Speaking of, the hybrid walked over and took a seat next to you.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You continued to sip at your drink, looking at Hope.

“Look at me.” You turned to face Hayley, a smile playing on her lips. Her next words made you drop the glass you were holding, fragments scattering over the white tablecloth. But neither of you cared as the dust that had gathered on you as a result of waiting blew away.

“Y/N, it’s time.”

Time to get your family back. Time to get him back. Time for Klaus to come home.

They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Five years and two days.

Five years and two days without him. Hope was excited to see her father, as were you. You had volunteered to stay and look after her while Hayley went to save the day. She had looked surprised when you suggested such a thing, but understood when you told her that you weren’t quite sure if you could face Klaus in that state, his screams from five years ago still waking you up in the night.

You sat on the sofa, staring into space, waiting and wondering. A small figure curling up next to you snapped you out of your thoughts. Hope. She should have been in bed, and you told her as much. She shook her head, and you knew she couldn’t sleep. Holding her hand tight, you led her back to her room. And that was when she asked.

“Tell me something about Dad.”

You smiled, knowing the perfect place to start. The story of how you met him, of how you had fallen in love with him, about how he was kind and gentle, fierce and protective when he needed to be. It wasn’t long before Hope had fallen asleep and you moved away as so not to wake her.

Then the headlights glared through the window.

Then, as Klaus had told you five years and two days ago, you ran.

Only this time, it wasn’t away from him.

Right where you left me You left me no, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Five years, two days and three minutes.

Five years, two days and three minutes without him. Hope was fast asleep, but you didn’t care if you woke her when you opened the front door with such force, it hit the wall. You didn’t care when you saw them. Elijah, your reading partner. Rebekah, your wing-woman. Kol, your partner in crime. Freya, your dearest friend.

And then-

Klaus. He hadn’t noticed you yet, talking to his siblings. But when he turned, the smile in his lips transforming into a look of shock, everything stopped. You felt your heart heal itself when he walked towards you, disbelief in every step. “Hello.”

“Hi, Klaus.”

“You stayed?” You smiled, knowing that Klaus had always believed he didn’t deserve you, probably thought you would take his absence as an opportunity to move on.

“You kind of didn’t give me a choice.” You shrugged nonchalantly, earning a confused look from him. “I love you, you idiot.”

And then that shock turned back into a smile, a grin that stretched for miles. “And I you, Y/N.”

Five years, two days and three minutes.

You would never go that long without Klaus Mikaelson by your side again. You would make sure of that.

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Forget me Not

Chapter 2 - Remember My Name

Warnings: I do not own nor do I claim to own any of the material, characters, or storylines from within the TVDverse. I am not making any profit from this, this is purely a passion project, from one to other fans who are willing to read.

15+: May contain moderate to strong language, sexual innuendos, and sexually charged scenes. Moderate to strong descriptions of violence, gore, torture, and practices of witchcraft.

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Chapter 1 Already Gone

So, the plan, if you were wondering, to beat the hollow and reunite the Mikaelson siblings turned out to be painfully simple so painfully simple it should have been our first option but in fairness, one should never cast a spell until they have learned everything about the spell their casting, a lesson I learned many years ago.

Elijah, Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah, reunited with their eldest sibling Freya within the family compound in New Orleans, Elijah's memories now restored making all four of them ready to get rid of the hollow for good and after giving the siblings a few minutes to catch up with each other and share their stories from the past nine years in which they were all apart, the plan was ready to be put into motion.

At first, I was stricken by shock and disbelief as like their brother Elijah, neither Klaus, nor Kol, or Rebekah, seemed to remember anything about me looking at me like a stranger and not somebody who had shared his life with them, it was as if all memory of me had been taken from them or perhaps they had just lived such a long and intriguing life since we had last met that I had been entirely forgotten.

I was all but numb by their forgetfulness even though it did make me more curious that not a single memory of my existence was remembered by any of them, no one's lack of memory hurt me more than Elijah's, I could understand Rebekah and Kol not remembering me, God even Klaus, but not Elijah, not after everything he had done for me.

But I was not there to be reunited with old friends nor was I there to look back on the past, no, I was there to get rid of the hollow and then and only then could I investigate their confusing case of amnesia that seemed to only be related to me.

I had each Mikaelson bring a newbie vampire of their own making, four strangers I did not give much thought, nor did I give a damn about their fates, and I ushered the four Mikaelson's to stand in front of their creations, one by one until there was a line of Elijah, Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah, and a line consisting of the four new-born vampires, and then Freya and myself began the spell to extract the hollow from her siblings, putting into the newbie immortal beings, and then proceeded to kill the four vampires, sacrificing them to eliminate the hollow and reunite the original family.

Yes, those four strangers who I and Freya killed could have been complete innocents or they could have been worse monsters than those I was helping but I did not care, I had lived too long a life to be affected by a stranger's death or to cry about spilled blood. I am far from innocent, and I care for only a few so when that few need me, I would wipe out an entire city to help them out.

After all, humans are born to die whereas creatures like myself were born to live forever.

After the deed was done and the hollow was gone, I took myself to the nearest bar I could find so I could drown my sorrows over being forgotten by the only people in the world I thought truly knew me, the closest bar being Rousseau's.

"What can I get you?" Asked the largely too chipper bartender.

"Vodka," I answered him as I sat down at the bar. "Just leave the bottle."

"I guess it's been one of those days!" He responded as he handed me a bottle of their finest vodka. "It's been one of those days for a lot in this city my friends included but hey we almost got a decade of peace, so I guess chaos was long overdue."

"I did not come here to get to know the bartender." I snapped, making it clear he was not about to make a new friend in me.

"No, you came to help aid the Mikaelson family reunion which will more than likely kickstart another war sooner rather than later." He revealed as I realized this man clearly had an ear to the ground when it came to things that went on in his city. "What I want to know is which Mikaelson made a friend out of you my money is not on Klaus maybe Rebekah definitely not Kol."

"Who remembers?" I mumbled with a sense of bitterness as I took a drink from the bottle of vodka. "You must be one of Marcellus' minions' rumor has it he's not too happy about his beloved Rebekah running back to the family that wronged him so many times."

"You know the Mikaelsons and Marcel? I'm nobody's minion unless they get all murderous then I'm anybody's just to stay alive but I'm sure not playing in their games even if my best friend is now married to Kol." He went on to tell me. "My name is Josh and I know you're like the original heretic or whatever but what is your actual name?"

"So, your best friend must be the harvest girl turned super witch Davina Claire, I have heard of her, just like I have heard of Marcel, but I have never met either. As for the Mikaelsons, it seems they have completely forgotten me." I decided to answer him, not knowing why I was divulging any information for some undead bartender. "My name is Salem Helsing, everybody always knows about the legend of me, but they never get my name right."

"Do not tell me you are related to Van Helsing, the prince of darkness' ultimate nemesis? The guy Wolverine from X-Men played in that movie that was criminally underrated?" He questioned me with a sense of excitement, a sense that I knew all too well whenever anybody heard my last name for the first time.

"Dracula's nothing but a myth, a legend, a story, but Van Helsing, he was my father, is my father," I replied, admitting for the first time in a long time who my father was, as I took a bigger drink from my bottle of vodka.

"The Mikaelsons knew the son of Van Helsing himself and yet they do not remember you? Something tells me your memory was either replaced with something almost as awesome as the heretic son of one of the most famous hunters or some witch probably spelled the memories away." Josh said, his words making more sense than any other words I had heard in days. "Wait, so you are telling me Dracula is not real?"

"The only thing I know that my father hunts is me," I admitted to him. "In my entire existence, I have never once been forgotten, feared, loathed, and despised sure, but never forgotten…"

"And that annoys you more than anything doesn't it? Which one of the Mikaelson's were you in love with? Clearly, you're nursing a broken heart here and you would not be the first in this bar to find themselves in need of a drink after a rendezvous with that family." Josh responded all too correctly for my liking.

"You are smarter than you look, Josh," I replied while attempting to change the subject as I stood up from my chair. "Too friendly for my liking and that quality is definitely going to get you killed but I cannot deny my hope you last at least a century or two."

"So, which one?" He asked again, eager for my answer, one I was not willing to give and so instead I just walked out ready to leave this city for good and never look back but fate itself had other plans for me.

I never got far from that bar before Klaus Mikaelson vamp sped his way in front of me within the streets of New Orleans and I recall briefly hoping that at that moment he had remembered me, that they had all remembered me but of course, it was not his memory that made him seek me out but instead of his curiosity or better put paranoia.

"So, what the hell is this newfound freedom going to cost me?" Klaus asked me abruptly. "And do not say it's free because I have heard of your help, and it always comes at great cost.

"You seriously do not remember me?" I replied in complete disbelief, stunned to think he somehow knew of me yet did not remember me. "Am I the biggest fool to think that maybe just maybe our history together would be remembered even if a few centuries passed? God, I dreaded so much about seeing you again, I thought you would hate me, or I'd hate you, or that the past would just remain in the past, but I never thought for a single moment that you would not even remember me!"

"I think all those years not quite being a witch or a vampire has truly warped your mind because neither myself nor my siblings have any recollection of you, and I'd think I would remember someone like you if we had met," Klaus responded making it clear to me once and for all I had been completely forgotten. "However, crazy, or not you helped reunite me with my family and for that, I am in your debt, so name your price, I could pay for your therapy perhaps?"

"I was simply returning a favor for someone I once thought I knew and either way that favor has been returned so we are done here," I told him as I attempted to hide the hurt within my eyes, the pain on my face, and the fact that his words had just broken my non-beating heart.

"Why does this not feel like it's over?" Klaus asked me, as untrusting as he always was as if I could even answer his question when I was beginning to question everything myself.

Before I could conjure up any words for a response to the original hybrid himself, Elijah sped his way onto the street's vampire style and was now standing side by side with his brother.

"Salem Helsing!" Elijah said, surprising me with his greeting, only to surprise me further when he rushed over to hug me tightly. "I remember you now and I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me and my family."

As if this visit to New Orleans had not surprised me enough just when I was beginning to accept the fact I was nothing to a family I once loved like my own, just when I was giving up all hope, Elijah had miraculously remembered me, and as he continued to hold me tightly in his arms, I realized I was a fool to ever think I meant nothing, at least to Elijah anyway and his arms I began to break down. I cried with such great relief that Elijah had found me again that I had found him, that we had found each other and after all these years he was back in my life, and now he had returned to me, there was no way in hell I was ever going to lose him again!

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The Forgotten - Chapter 28

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21 , Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27

His thumbs kneaded the tight muscles beneath her skin, urging her to straighten out her leg with a firm hand under the knee. The bunched muscle loosened momentarily, but then coiled tighter than before.

“You’re meant to be relaxing,” he scolded, gently rubbing circles over her thigh. He trailed his fingers slowly down her leg.

“I’m trying,” she sighed with a sincere attempt to wipe the furrow from her brow. The task proved impossible, so she sat up and folded her legs.

“Are we trying meditation now?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I can’t imagine that working,” she shook her head. “I couldn’t even get that spell to work.”

“You have a lot of negative energy in your head right now,” he reached out, fingering a loose tendril of hair.

“It’s not easy to let go of it,” she grunted, shifting positions.

He stood, carefully manipulating her limbs until her feet were on the floor and then moved behind her on the bed, pulling her back to his chest.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” she closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Would you like to try the spell again?” He nuzzled her ear.

She made a negative sound in the back of her throat and curled her fingers around the dark material of his sleeves.

“Elena?” He whispered.

“Shh,” her grip slackened.

He held her to his chest and listened as her heart slowed and her breathing leveled out. He wasn’t surprised as she nodded into a light sleep, but he refused to move an inch once she did; her sleepless nights had only gotten worse two weeks ago when they sent Klaus and Caroline into the past.

No amount of reassurance would ease her fears. All she could think of was that she had reappeared moments after disappearing and Caroline was still gone.

He hadn’t been worried at first. It was a thousand years and entirely possible that Caroline had simply mixed up the dates, but as the days dragged on his anxiety formed a lead ball in his stomach. He was starting to think Klaus had been on point with his crippling paranoia.

He gripped his brother’s sleeve before he could fully approach the circle of candles. He eyed the spell, but spoke through the corner of his mouth.

“Why are you really doing this Nik?” His eyes flickered over Caroline as she fingered the heavy wool Rebekah had given her. “You’re not strong enough already? You need another thousand years on the rest of us?”

“While that does sound appealing,” Klaus inhaled slowly, “I have other reasons for wanting you here Kol.”

“Such as?” He prompted, eyes seeking Elena where she helped prepare the spell. He had just gotten her back, and had absolutely no desire to endure another separation, but when Klaus was involved he was wary – always.

“Elena is right,” he murmured. “Anything could happen in a thousand years. There is a very real possibility I will not return, and you know that…” Kol’s silence answered the unasked question. “I want you here Kol, not because you’re weak and not because I wish to keep you weak. I want you here because you’re strong.”

Kol’s eyes snapped to Klaus, but his brother was busy staring at Hayley and his child.

“If I don’t come back then you are the one with the best chance of protecting the girls.” With that he pulled his arm free and strode towards Caroline, leaving Kol to stare after him.

He had no idea how he was meant to protect the children from Dahlia without his mother’s blood. How was he supposed to save them? How was he supposed to foil Dahlia?

Perhaps he could make a prison akin to the one Elena had sent into the past for his brother, but that presented it’s own slew of problems; Dahlia would have to touch the paper, and she would have known something was up if anyone came at her with a piece of parchment. If Klaus were there he could have created a painting to be spelled, and they might have tricked Dahlia into walking straight into it, but the odds of such a cage actually holding a witch – even when bound with doppelganger blood – was unlikely.

He couldn’t kill her.

He couldn’t bind her.

He briefly considered turning her, but that wouldn’t work either since she was ‘all-powerful’ and ‘nearly immortal’; instigating a transition to vampirism required death, and he couldn’t kill her.

Could he unbind her from Freya? Would that make a difference?

It might not make her mortal, but it could lessen her power; maybe even enough that they could run. Dahlia would have to put herself to sleep again at some point if she didn’t get the children. If she gave up and slept then they would only have to run until she spelled herself. But how would they know she was asleep?

They couldn’t know. He would spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder, relocating his daughter and niece when rumors reached his ears; he would turn into Klaus.

Kol knew he could run if the opportunity presented itself. He could remain one step ahead of Dahlia for the many years, but that was no life for children.

It was not the eternity he envisioned when he thought of his future with Elena and their daughter. He wanted them to have everything; a home filled with her light and their family, not an existence shrouded in the darkness that had followed him since the tenth century.

She deserved more than that.

Elena sank further into his arms. He held his breath, waiting to see if she would wake up. When she didn’t he took a chance and carefully shifted his weight, easing her down on the mattress.

She made a small sound of protest when he sat up to lift her legs back onto the bed.

“Sh, my love,” he crossed one of her legs over the other and placed a pillow between her knees. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” she mumbled, fingers twitching toward her belly, “she likes it when you’re here.”

“She does, does she?” He chuckled, draping a warm throw over Elena’s body.

“Mmhmm,” she leaned back into his chest, wincing slightly, “she’s not the only one.”

“Then I suppose it’s a good thing I like being here,” his lips brushed over her shoulder. “Do you need another pillow?” His eyes flickered to the mountain of throw pillows he had tossed on the armchair.

“No,” she rolled onto her back, banishing the first pillow with a wave of her hand; it tumbled off the bed. She continued rolling in the circle of his arms until she was able to lift her knee over his thigh.

“Who needs a body pillow,” he dropped his hand to her knee, carefully lifting her leg higher until she sighed.

Elena tipped her head up, peering through her lashes to his clouded eyes.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” She lifted her hand, tracing the line between his brows with her thumb.

“You,” he managed a small smile, “me,” he dragged his hand up from her thigh to her stomach, “us.” The pressure of his fingers brought a small nudge from inside. “Have you thought of any names yet?”

“No,” she pursed her lips, “I haven’t let myself.”

“She’ll be here soon, darling,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “and she’ll need a name.”

“I never liked the idea of naming a kid before it was born,” she sighed. “I don’t want to name her Jane and have her come out looking like an Elizabeth.”

“I’m gonna go ahead and take both of those names off the table,” he shook his head.

“What’s wrong with them?” She would have crossed her arms, but she was too comfortable in that moment.

“They are too common.” He lifted his nose in the air, smirking when the action made her giggle; the sound was soft and strangled, but real.

“You want something uncommon?” She rolled her eyes. “We could always name her Gravity.”

“Well, she had tethered me to the earth,” he smirked.

“I thought I did that,” Elena pouted, eyes glinting.

“Fair point,” he nodded. “Shall I start calling you ‘gravity’, darling?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“What about Hertha?”

“And have her teased by every other child she ever meets?” Elena shook her head. “No way. Mary?”

“And have her labeled a goody-two shoes?” He gasped, dramatically. “Lilith?”

“I’m not letting you name our baby after a demon.”

“Well, there goes half my list,” he sighed. He shifted just enough to angle his head towards her bump. “What do you think sweetheart? Do you like the name Lilith?”

Elena smirked when the baby rolled over in a lazy turn. “I think that’s a no.”

“I’m feeling outnumbered.”

“That’s because you are,” she gave him a small nudge to roll over so she could use his chest as a pillow.

Kol was silent for a few minutes, to the point where Elena was nearly asleep again, before he spoke. “What about your mother?”

“Miranda?” She mumbled sleepily.

“It’s a nice name,” he threaded his fingers through her hair. “I know you’d never consent to naming her after my mother.”

“You’d never consent to naming her after your mother,” her fingers twisted in his shirt. “And no, not Miranda; I want her to have her own name, not the name of a dead relative. Besides,” she hummed, “Miranda Mikaelson? M and M?”

“So she is getting my name?”

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“After all the trouble my family has caused us I had thought you might shy away from the name,” he admitted.

“I haven’t shied away yet,” she murmured, trying to make sense of the patterns he was now drawing over her spine.

“You are trapped inside,” he pointed out.

“In a house big enough that I could avoid all of you if I really wanted to,” she poked his chest. A warm darkness pressed on her mind, beckoning her to slip into the shadows and stay awhile. “I love you, and she loves you and she is going to have your name.”

Whatever response he said, if any emerged, was lost to her ears as she drifted once more into her uneasy slumber.

++++

“Really, Rebekah?” Finn spread out a soft blanket, cocking an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” she snatched the bedding, “it’s adorable.”

“And definitely on theme,” Elijah rolled his eyes. His hand twisted the screwdriver, securing the final board in place.

“It’s adorable,” she insisted. Shouldering her elder brother out of the way she bent and readied the bedding, tying ribbons in place around the crib’s rails. “It’s not too much, right?”

“Now you want an opinion?” Sage leaned beside the changing table where she was busy folding freshly laundered clothes. The corner of her mouth tipped up. “Has Elena seen any of this yet?”

“Neither one of them are aware I’m doing it,” Rebekah tilted her head, considering the empty wall above the crib.

“I don’t think it’s too much, sister, but I do believe you’re trying to annoy Kol.” Finn turned over a cardboard box in his hand until he figured out how to break it down.

“Obviously.”

“That wall needs something,” Elijah followed her gaze.

“I’ve got something coming,” Rebekah twisted her wrist, glancing at her watch; “the delivery should arrive any second.”

A knock echoed through the house summoning the gaze of everyone in the room. Elijah’s eyes swung back to Rebekah. He lifted a single eyebrow.

“You had that timed well.”

“Sometimes things just work out,” Rebekah smirked. She waved a hand around the room imperiously. “Finish up in here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She could practically see the way Elijah and Finn looked at each other behind her back as she swept from the room. She traveled on swift feet by the next door in the hall, she caught a glimpse of Kol and Elena napping, and down the stairs through the sectioned off courtyard toward the compound’s entrance.

Her brow furrowed when she reached the gate.

“You’re not my delivery man,” she tilted her head, stopping at the barrier that held her inside.

“No,” Stefan shook his head, smiling, “but I did bring a delivery.”

“What a coincidence,” a smooth voice drew their gazes to where Marcel approached with a large bag in hand, “so did I.”

“Marcel,” she glanced to the bag in his hand, “perfect timing.”

“What about me?” Stefan frowned.

“I didn’t realize time was an issue with whatever you brought,” Rebekah frowned. She slowly looked Stefan over, but there was no baggage to speak of on or near his person. “What exactly did you bring me, Stefan?”

“Technically I brought it for Elena,” he reached inside his jacket.

“Technically so did Marcel,” Rebekah caught the bag as it swung inside. She wanted to riffle through the contents to make sure he had gotten exactly what she specified, but Stefan had aroused her curiosity. She nearly dropped the bag when he pulled a slim leather portfolio from his pocket.

“Is that what I think it is?” She reached for it, heart pounding in her ears.

“That depends,” Stefan smiled, eyes twinkling, “do you think it’s your brother and my friend?”

Her hand shook as she flipped open the leather and caught a glimpse of the parchment inside. Her brother and Caroline trembled as they stared up at her, and it took Rebekah a sharp breath to realize that they were not actually moving.

“Where did you get this?” She took a deep breath.

“Technically I’ve had it since 1992,” his hand rubbed the back of his neck, “but I just remembered a few days ago.”

“You just remembered?” Marcel frowned. He had been informed of their plan several days after it happened, and could only assume that his sire was now in Rebekah’s hand.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Caroline came and told us everything. She needed help.”

“Us?” Rebekah leaned back on her heels. “Are you about to tell me that Damon knew everything too?”

“He knew nothing,” Stefan scoffed. “Caroline had Sheila Bennett lure me back into Mystic Falls. Then she told us everything and basically made me promise to keep her and Klaus hidden until three days ago; it wasn’t much of a problem since Sheila took my memory of everything Caroline told me after I hid that little book away. She was the only one who knew.”

“If she took your memory then how did you remember?” Rebekah frowned.

“I guess she left a spell with instructions for Bonnie,” Stefan’s eye flickered to the book. “She got a letter from her grandmother’s lawyer with instructions to perform the spell inside on me. Don’t you want to get them out of there?”

“The only one who can is sleeping,” Rebekah admitted, glancing over her shoulder, “and I honestly don’t want to wake her up. Thank you,” she smiled, “I’d hug, but…” she motioned vaguely to the threshold. “You know.”

She spun on her heel and disappeared into the house, catching the start of a conversation that tapered off as she climbed the stairs.

“Stefan Salvatore?”

“Yeah, and who are you?”

++++

Voices floated around her; hushed whispers tickling her ears.

“Do you think they’re actually sleeping?”

“They’d probably sleep better if you woke them up.”

“I will rip out your vocal cords.”

The threat came in a rumbling voice above her head. She stroked his chest with a fingertip and peeked through her eyelashes. “Don’t start a fight in close quarters.”

“Elena?” Kol stilled beneath her cheek.

“I’m already awake,” she murmured. Slowly she used Kol for leverage and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She squinted, rubbing the sleep from the corner of her eye. “Kol, don’t threaten in front of children.”

“Sorry, darling,” he sat up, kissing her shoulder, “I didn’t see Hope.”

“To be fair,” Hayley rubbed the baby’s back, “I was around the corner; just came in.”

“I’d never threaten you Hayley,” he stifled a yawn, “that was clearly meant for my infuriating sister.”

“Which one?” Freya smirked.

“Rebekah, love,” he hugged Elena’s waist. “She heals, you don’t.”

“Technically I’m still bound to Dahlia, so I would,” Freya rolled her eyes. “It would just be very painful and very slow.”

“Still not risking that,” he blinked, turning his head towards the alarm clock. “How long were we asleep?”

“A couple hours,” Hayley swayed slightly. “Rebekah’s been hovering for a while.”

“I was waiting,” she shrugged. “I didn’t want to wake you from a peaceful sleep.”

“Who said anything about peaceful?” Elena sighed.

“Nightmares again, love?” Rebekah perched on the bed.

“No,” she shook her head. “It just wasn’t very restful,” her hand reached for Kol, squeezing his palm. “What are you doing in here?”

“I’ve got some surprises for you.” Rebekah tried and failed to hide her grin. She reached out, pulling Elena from her brother’s arms and onto her feet.

“Are you kidnapping my lover?” Kol rubbed a hand back through his hair.

“Don’t be silly,” Freya snickered. She grabbed his elbow and pulled him up. “You’re coming too.”

Elena let Rebekah drag her out to the hall, watching her friend carefully as she walked backwards. There was a twinkle in the blonde’s eye that increased her resemblance to Kol, and that made her equally nervous and excited.

“What sort of surprises?” Elena tilted her head.

“Ones that you’ll like,” she swore, “right, ladies?”

“I only know about one surprise,�� Hayley’s brows furrowed, “so I can’t speak for the other, but I’m pretty sure you’ll like the first.”

“Close your eyes.”

“That’s not anxiety inducing,” Elena sighed, but listened. With her eyes closed she held tight to Rebekah’s hand, waiting to be pulled further into the house, but to her shock Rebekah steered her around and through what she assumed was the door beside her room. “My surprise is in the spare room?”

“Yup,” Rebekah grinned. She turned her head sharply to the left to admonish her brother and demand he cover his eyes too.

“You know,” Kol shut his eyes, “I really don’t like being told what to do.”

“You love being told what to do,” Elena smirked.

“Only when you’re the one doing the telling,” he reached for Elena, finding her elbow, “and nowhere near as much as you like being told what to do.”

Rebekah glanced from her brother’s smug expression to Elena’s slight blush and made a very loud gagging sound in the back of her throat.

“Isn’t it bad enough that we can you hear you,” she rolled her eyes.

“You shouldn’t be able to hear anything,” Elena’s brow furrowed. “Every room has been soundproofed.”

“Yeah, but that only works if you close the windows and doors,” Hayley snickered.

“Perhaps we should let them look before Elena’s mortification sends her straight through the floor,” Freya suggested. Her voice came from low down, as if she had sat in a chair. “I would hate for your hard work to be ruined.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rebekah sighed. “Just give one second…”

Elena heard the sound of curtains being dragged over their rod.

“Okay, now you can look.”

She opened her eyes, blinking against the gentle light; it filtered through the clear glass to kiss the dark wood in the edge of its beam. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly waddled closer.

The dark wood made up a crib. Inside was a white blanket with hints of coral and teal. A grey fox had been stitched onto the quilt; it was far from the only fox in the room. There was an identical fox on the lamp, and two stuffed ones poking out of a basket.

“Oh my…” tears sprang up in her eyes. She ran her finger over the mobile of grey foxes and lifted a stuffed toy from inside the crib. Her eyes read the pillow as Freya replaced it on the rocking chair – ‘Wild ONE’ with a pink arrow – and she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Seriously, Bex?” Kol motioned to the room as a whole, but not even he could hide the soft light in his eye. He could see his daughter sleeping in the crib and taking her first steps over the cream rug to get to her mother. He could picture himself in the rocking chair, soothing her back to sleep. He could hear Elena singing to her off key as she had once done with Thierry, and himself promising their poor child that he would never let mommy sing again; he could feel the softness of the pillow Elena would whack him with.

“She’s a little fox,” Rebekah crossed her arms. “This seemed fitting.”

Elena spotted the framed picture over the crib. Three foxes sat at the bottom in the decorated frame beneath words that made her cry even harder: ‘First we had each other. Then we had you. Now we have everything’.

“I…” she cradled the stuffed fox with one hand and frantically fanned her reddening face with the other, desperately trying to calm down, but the tears were destined to fall.

“Bex!” Kol admonished, pulling Elena into his arms. He directed her to the rocking chair and propped the pillow behind her back as she sank down.

She finally managed to choke out how much she loved it after everyone had crowded around her. There as a catch in her throat that had nothing to do with the sweet gesture. The woodland nursery was the exact opposite of Hope’s dark wood and glimmering crystals; it was bright and airy, fully embracing the twenty-first century’s softness when it came to babies.

She just wanted it to embrace her daughter.

“Rebekah,” Hayley cleared her throat, “I think you should give her the other surprise. She’s in desperate need of cheering up.”

She lowered Hope into a basinet Elena hadn’t noticed before. Good, she thought, at least something will be used.

“What’s the other surprise?” Elena hugged the stuffed fox.

“It’s smaller,” Rebekah opened a drawer filled with baby clothes, “but if you loved the nursery than you’re going to simply adore this.”

She took the leather from under a fox covered onesie and knelt next to her brother so she could slip the book into Elena’s hand.

“A thousand years,” Rebekah shrugged one shoulder, “maybe Caroline got the date wrong.”

Elena stared for a second and then flipped open the book. Her heart stilled and then started again.

“Where did you get it?” She glanced up from the pages.

“Stefan dropped it off,” Rebekah rocked back on her knees. “Apparently he’s been our brother’s keeper for nearly two decades, and only just remembered.” A slow smile spread over her lips. “Are you going to let them out?”

“We could have a weapon by the end of the day,” Kol ran a finger over the weathered leather.

“Maybe more than one,” Hayley suggested. “Or a better plan than a weapon she could see coming from a mile away.”

“These are problems for after,” Freya interrupted. “We need them out first.”

“Then give me some room,” Elena motioned Kol and Rebekah away so she could slide down onto the floor. She spread the book over the rug, almost laughing when Rebekah made a comment about staining the carpet. She closed her eyes instead and placed on hand on top of her belly. “You can’t kick me when I’m working.”

“Would you like me to talk to her?” Kol ran a hand down Elena’s spine.

“That just gets her more worked up,” she snickered.

“I could sing instead,” he suggested.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Hayley glanced into the basinet.

“He doesn’t do it often,” Elena exhaled.

“I don’t think I’ve heard him sing in centuries,” Rebekah murmured.

“Perhaps you could all shut up and let her focus,” Elijah leaned in the open door.

Elena nodded and leaned forward, holding her hands over the pages. The spell emerged from her lips in a whisper as she felt each seal lift. When the final lock was gone she reached into the prisons she had created and pulled.

She tumbled backwards into Kol and Rebekah.

Hayley scrambled back out of the way, pressing herself into the wall.

Elijah pulled Freya back before she could trip over limbs.

They waited for a beat with baited breath. Caroline sat up first, and Klaus followed a few seconds behind. They both looked around the room, blinking as their eyes adjusted before landing on Elena as she was righted by Rebekah and Kol.

“Really, brother,” Klaus glanced toward the stuffed fox at Kol’s side. “I don’t recall you being this on the nose.”

“Rebekah did it,” he shook his head, laughing softly.

“Personally I think it’s adorable,” Hayley reached down, adjusting Hope’s blanket, “and that you could have taken a few pointers from your sister.”

“You said you loved the nursery,” he frowned.

“I do,” she smirked. “It’s just a very different style.”

Elena found her balance and scrambled forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Caroline.

“Hey,” she murmured. “What’s with the death grip? It’s only been a couple of days?”

“It’s been three weeks,” Rebekah supplied, eyeing her brother and the baby vampire. Her spine straightened when she realized that she couldn’t actually call Caroline that anymore since she was technically older now. “Did you get it?”

“We got it,” Klaus nodded. He reached into the bag at his side and took out two drawstring bags and a jar filled with blood. “It was not easy, but we got it.”

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an AU

It was impossible to surprise anyone in this house without turning to the magical arts. Elijah must have turned on the blender as soon as she stretched herself awake five minutes ago, because there he was, pouring a strawberry-banana smoothie into a milkshake glass. He looked over his shoulder for a moment and smiled. “Happy birthday, Hope.”

Hope yawned and smiled, though the latter was a bit forced, as she sat down at the kitchen table. Elijah grabbed chocolate syrup from the fridge, drizzling it over the smoothie like it was gourmet (she was the only one she knew who drank strawberry-banana smoothies with Hershey’s syrup, but she was also the only vampire-witch-werewolf twice-over New Orleans princess she knew, so.)

“Where’s Dad?” she asked as he stabbed a straw into the drink and brought it over to her with a plate of warm beignets. 

Elijah pursed his lips, fighting some sort of revelation that could be found if he did not restrain his expression. “He’s getting your surprise.” 

His brows rose after a moment, prompting her to eat, little one. She took a bite of beignet and a sip of smoothie (he always made it with so much sugar, Hayley and Aunt Freya always scolded him) and didn’t even try to pry the surprise’s details out of him. Her uncle leaned up against the counter, sipping a giant cup of coffee. He was already in full Elijah-mode, hair coiffed and slacks pressed and tie tied, though his sleeves had been carefully rolled up while he prepared the birthday girl’s breakfast. 

He watched her with eagle eyes, and she tried to avoid the sincere concern in his gaze. Eventually he put the mug down; unrolled his sleeves, clicked the cufflinks back into place. Air chugged and sputtered through the smoothie straw in the awkward silence. He looked away from her, giving her a reprieve, she thought, except he spoke. Gently, almost a whisper. “You don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want to.”

The newly-fifteen-year-old shrugged into herself, picking at the last corner of beignet on her plate. “It’s a tradition.” She put her feet up on the chair and leaned into her knees. “It’s important to Mom.” 

Her uncle gave her a sweet, sad smile before looking back at the counter again. “You’re more important to your mother than any tradition, Hope Andrea Mikaelson.” 

She sighed. “Mikaelson. So many of them hate me, Elijah. Because of dad. And you, and... everything.” She thought about a forest a few hundred miles northeast, ten hundred years in the past, when an uncle she never met died and a grandmother that tried to kill her in the cradle cursed her children with a lust for blood. “Mom always says they don’t matter, that they’ll get used to it...” 

“She’s right.” 

“But-”

“You listen here, sweetheart, there’s no buts about it.” He looked over at her halfway through his sentence, with a steely cold adoration that could only make sense on her uncle’s face. “You will never meet other’s expectations of who you should be. Because there has never been anyone in the world like you, there has never once and never will be someone that could compare.” He cracked a wide, proud smile. “People will hate you for that, and blame it on the vampire in you. Others will blame your grandmother’s blood, others still will blame your mother’s. What is it they say now -- screw them. Every fifteen-year-old deserves a happy birthday, especially when that fifteen-year-old is my niece.” 

He had walked over to the table as he spoke, and she could smell his sharp aftershave as he gave her a kiss on the crown of her head. “You want to watch old movies with your uncle tonight, or invite your friends over to do God knows what kind of teenage witchy mischief, your mother will understand.” 

Hope knew that he was right, that she would understand, but she would be sad, too. 

The faint sound of a door clicking open from the courtyard was followed by a split-second of whooshing air before a gorgeous blonde stood outside the kitchen doorframe. “Where is my niece!” she shouted with a laugh, designer sunglasses threatening to fall from where they were tucked up on her head. The following moments for Hope were all jingling bracelets, fancy perfume, and a soft, not-quite-physically-warm but very emotionally-warm hug. 

“Look at you! Elijah, look at this beautiful little woman! Can you believe she’s Nik’s?” 

“Very funny, Bekah,” her father wrapped an arm around their embrace. “Happy birthday, my littlest wolf.”

“Thank you, dad,” Hope really smiled for the first time that morning, giving him a tight hug. 

Uncle Elijah and Aunt Rebekah detangled from their own greeting, Elijah making some comment or other about Rebekah’s new hair cut. “Just because you choose one cut per century doesn’t mean we all must, big brother.” 

“Is no one going to help me with all of these bloody suitcases?” 

Hope gasped, quickly catching the cheshire-cat grins of the others in the kitchen as they watched her realize that there was more to the surprise. She bolted to the front courtyard and into her other uncle’s arms, making him drop the Coach duffels and Santa-esque bag of what had to be presents for her. 

The two laughed and her Uncle Kol kissed her cheeks. “You better be happy to see me. I had to survive a whole eight-hour flight with your Auntie just to get here.” 

“I heard that!”

“How long can you stay?” she asked, grabbing one of the suitcases and rolling it to the staircase. 

“As long as Nik and your dear wolfy mother can stand to have me, I suppose,” he said with a wink. 

As long as the Quarter can stand having all of the living Mikaelsons in one place, the pessimist in her translated with a frown. There was too much blood in this compound, too much blood in the name. They tried not to talk about it, but Hayley had made them promise never to lie to her. Recently the vague, sparing answers had become more detailed. Aunt Freya had somberly given her old accounts, a history that never made it into a human’s textbook.

Hope never quite got used to the way her dad’s family looked at her, like she was some Messiah, like she could do no wrong. She knew it had spoiled her, she knew it had made her act out. She knew she could never understand what it would be like to live a thousand years of violence without ever dreaming that a new generation could ever exist. And they could hardly remember what it was like to be human, much less a teenage one. 

Not long after the newcomers were settled and Hope had been absolutely interrogated about her friends and hobbies and everything under the sun and moon, Hayley Marshall came home from the Bayou. 

“Make way, I have cake!” she called throughout the compound. “Where’s my baby!” 

“We don’t have a baby anymore,” Her father cried out mournfully from the couch. “Only a mischievous young lady who is far too good for the lot of us!”

“Speak for yourself, Nik,” (Aunt Freya had come to visit with her new wife not a half an hour before.)

Hope had made her way down the stairs from the living room at this point, meeting her mother in the courtyard and giving her a sheepish smile. 

“Come here, little moon,” the hybrid woman said, gathering her in her strong arms and tucking her head against her shoulder. “Happy birthday, baby.” 

They all went out to lunch after that, because Hayley was adamant that Hope should have a dinner out with her Quarter friends before being trucked down to the swamp, no matter how fun the party was going to be. 

They each gave her one gift (the rest would be at the Bayou, they said, in case she thought they would each only get her a single gift). 

Among them was a handmade leather-bound tome, with a card in the wrappings from Freya. She didn’t understand why Freya had tears in her eyes as she had handed her the gift, she had only felt the rush of excitement to see a new spellbook, gasping and leafing through the -- empty pages.

For a moment she sat at the table in the fancy French Quarter restaurant dumbstruck, mouth hanging open and tears filling her own eyes. 

“I figured it was time,” Freya said, trying not to let tears creep into her voice. 

Her own grimoire. 

Hope closed the book now, to run her fingers over the exquisitely wrought leather on the cover. Her heart nearly stopped when she realized what it depicted.

“Your father helped me design it,” Freya whispered, but her voice seemed fuzzy and far-away. 

In the glyphs of her grandfather’s tribe, Hope read the symbol for witch, large and central amidst the nordic knots snaking throughout the leather. 

Inside the central symbol, right at the heart where two filled circles usually sat, was the symbol for Hybrid. In the uppermost circle, the rune for H was embossed. In the Vampire symbol, the A, and in the werewolf, the M. Her fingers shook as she traced the indents of the lines, and her mother’s hand covered her own, grasped it lightly. 

Suddenly it all seemed right. Her parents met because her father lived a thousand years as a vampire, which could not have happened if her grandmother had not been a powerful enough witch to make him so. She was born because of the living werewolf blood in each of her parents, she was alive because she was all three. 

And that wasn’t a bad thing. 

She was all her own, and she was proud of it for the very first time, looking down at the symbol her father had sketched, no doubt, to give her a place in the history that had given her to him.

There wasn’t a word for what she was, not in English, not in a modern tongue. But now there was a title, even if it existed only as an image from an ancient culture. 

She would go to the celebration tonight, the celebration for a Crescent princess, and she would dance her ass off and Mary would let her have more whiskey than the shot her mother had promised her. And no one could tell her she didn’t belong. 

Screw them. 

#i watched the most recent episode and it felt so wrong I had to do something about it #my writing #I just need Hope to have actual relationships with the MIkaelsons okay #I need it so much #tho i just realized Hope's initials are HAM someone please help that poor girl

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The Originals Season 5 Episode 7: The funniest episode ever

What´s good? What´s up? Look at me trying to relate to the youth.

This episode was really depressing, but nonetheless let's go.

Review

Hayls dead. I never really liked Hayley, but now I really fucking miss her.

It starts with Klaus reading a letter from Caroline, because somebody needs to keep postal services employed.

Everyone is in Nola again and our least favourite power couple Antoinette and Elijah go visit the vampire Nazis. We meet their "army" and is anyone else also low-key judging all the members that are not white, straight males? It can´t just be me.

Klaus captures Antoinette and Elijah, because reasons. He also bites Antoinette, which means she´ll die, but sadly that´s not happening, because Elijah offers to remember his memories again if they heal Antoinette. Klaus says no, but Marcel needs a storyline, so he says hell yeah.

Meanwhile Hayley's funeral ensues and Hope gets pissed, because nobody shows up. The Vampire Nazis also show up to shout some empty crap in the air that they want Elijah and Antoinette back.

The revealing point of the episode is, when we learn about a curse. Because curses are super original and never heard of before. The curse of the First Born is going to play out in this season. That´s some curse that all First Born are going to die if the Michaelson's spend too much time together. The most important first born in this show would probs be Freya and Hope and tbh Freya is ok to kill. She is a sacrifice able character, but Hope isn´t. She has a spin-off to carry and even if that wasn´t the case Hope can never be killed. She is the hope of the Mikaelson family. She is a combination of what they represent: werewolf, vampire and witch. She´s powerful and her life is what came to symbolize the hope in the Mikaelson family. She is good and not only is she good, but she makes her family better. Her soul encaptures all that is good and right in the Michaelson family. She is "Forever and Always". That´s the Hope analysis for you. If Hope would die they´d all go berserk.

Elijah decides to remember and his body rebels while he gets his memories back and shuts down. I want Elijah to remember. I want him to remember everything and I want him to suffer knowing what he did to the woman he loved. Fuck you Elijah. Girl normally I love you, but you royally fucked up. I want my Elijah back for the rest of the story, but first suffer and realize and god damn it Julie please finally kill Antoinette off. When she is more than a few miles away from a piano she gets incredibly insufferable. I blame that bitch for Hayley's death too.

Hope and Klaus meet for a last time, when Hayley gets her last farewell. HAyleyyyyyyyy come back. We also have a very heart-warming scene from Klaus where he mourns Hayls. Keelin comes too, to help Freya mourn. Freelin is reunited.

It all ends with the Michaelson's knocked out. It´s chamber de chasse time.

Theories and Thoughts

Too tired. Sorry

Next episode

It´s another "chamber de chasse" episode.

Do I need to explain chamber de chasse? Well for that one girlie in the corner a chamber de chasse is a magical place/room where witches can trap people's minds. The bodies still exist somewhere in the real world, but their mind is there. They are made with objects anchoring people's minds there and if you destroy it you get out.

This chamber is made up in Elijah´s mind. His mind rebels wanting to take all his memories, that hurt him so much, back. It traps all the Mikaelson siblings there including Kol and Bekah and I'm freaking here for it. The hollow will be no problem I guess, because their bodies are still apart in the real world.

It will be an episode with a bunch of Forever and Always talks, family bonding. As far as what the totem to get them out is, it is probably that door that hides all of Elijah's memories. He needs to embrace them, face his destiny and go through that door.

I´m done. I´m out

XOXO

Q

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Canary Carnage

Fandoms: Arrowverse, DC Universe, TVDverse and The Originals

Chapter Six: Carnage of Bane

Warnings: I don’t own any of the rights, content or characters belonging to any of the DC content I use within the story along with not owning any rights, content or characters within The Vampire Diaries, Originals or Legacies.

18 Rating: Moderate/Graphic displays of violence, sexual innuendos, sexually charged scenes, SMUT, strong language and potentially triggering scenes.

Pairings: M/M, F/F, M/F.

Marcel Gerard had survived centuries as a vampire who claimed himself the king of New Orleans the city he was born and had dealt with the Mikaelson family many times having seen Klaus Mikaelson as his father figure while finding himself falling in love with Klaus’ favorite sibling Rebekah.

He had seen the family of original vampires come and go from his city a few times now and despite his fondness for Rebekah or his complicated history with Klaus New Orleans often came first to the upgraded original and it was due to his loyalty towards his city that he wasn’t willing for their recent return to lead them to regaining any more control.

In the years since the Mikaelson’s fled New Orleans Marcel had constructed a perfect city of his own idealism with the help of Hayley Marshall and many other New Orleans residents and it was his love for this city that cost him his love for Rebekah so when the originals returned home he knew he’d need to make new alliances to keep Klaus from dethroning him once more.

Marcel knew Hayley’s dedication to the Mikaelson family especially her daughter was stronger than her commitment to the city knowing she’d take their side over his in a heartbeat and therefore he needed people he could trust starting with the girl he loved like a daughter the wonder witch Davina Claire who returned to the city reclaiming her title as Regent with the New Orleans witches.

One thing was for sure in Marcel’s mind if he was going to keep the Mikaelson family in line especially with Elijah’s recent return he was going to need all the alliances he could get even if it meant partnering with the canaries in order to do so which despite Davina’s fondness of the Black Canary and the White Canary had Marcel less than pleased due to being forced to work alongside the Red Canary who didn’t exactly make the best first meeting with the upgraded original.

“Is there a particular reason you’re standing outside of this hotel in particular?” Laurel Lance questioned Marcel after speeding to the front door of the hotel her and her siblings had called home, only to find Marcel stood there waiting, while holding a large brown envelope. “If you’re here to claim revenge on my brother then you’re out of luck he’s still not back from France and I’m not sure he’s going to be coming back.”

“Let me guess your little brother has a tendency for disappearing and leaving you to clear up the mess?” Marcel asked the Black Canary. “I’m here for you actually…I have gift for you that will help you level the playing field against a certain family of originals you’ve sincerely pissed off.”

“I thought you were a part of that family or did all that change when you upgraded?” Laurel wondered, knowing she trusted Davina who trusted Marcel but also knowing Marcel’s beef with her brother making her uncertain of whether to trust him herself.

“You and your brother are now the proud owners of the New Orleans Voyage hotel I was going to put your sister down as co-owner too but there’s no point now she’s a vampire.” Marcel informed her while handing the envelope to Laurel. “You’re a lawyer so you’ll know all the paperwork is above board I even changed property details ever so slightly so that this business now classes as a home.”

“This is a very generous gift why would you do this for me or my brother especially my brother?” Laurel questioned the upgraded original while opening the envelope and checking the deeds to the hotel.

“Because now you can walk into the Mikaelson’s home whenever you want but they can’t come into yours.” Marcel answered her. “Also, because I want to align myself with you not so much your brother but I’m willing to compromise.”

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here…” Laurel scoffed before Marcel interrupted her.

“No games I know you’re a good-hearted gal who just wants to protect the world which means you also want what’s best for my city and that’s me.” Marcel replied to the Black Canary. “I don’t want the Mikaelson’s dead at least not anymore but I want them out of this city just as much as Davina does and rumor has it your sister’s got you banned from your old home so I thought giving you a new one would be a good gift.”

“I honestly have no idea what to say…” Laurel admitted, in shock by her latest alliance proposal. “I’m not sure I can trust you and trust is a big thing for me.”

“Laurel Lance I’m the only person both outside this hotel and inside it that you can trust.” Marcel told her honestly. “I know you don’t trust your brother because you’re not a fool and you don’t know your sister any better than your enemies around here.”

Marcel had a genuine point and they both knew it, after all the years her sister Sara had been missing and the secrets that had been exposed since her return it was never going to be easy for Laurel to just trust her blindly especially when last time it resulted in her sister sleeping with her boyfriend and although Lucas had been recently showing some hope of not being an entirely emotionless psychopath she’d be a fool to give him any of her trust.

The only person so far that had proved themselves trustworthy to Laurel Lance was the wonder witch Davina Claire and she knew Davina loved Marcel like a father, a love he must of earned and if he could earn that maybe he could also earn her trust.

Elijah Mikaelson was torn about his recent return to New Orleans on one hand it was great to be back home and surrounded by his family once again but on the other he had experienced life without the constant betrayals, deaths and sacrifices that came along with being by his family side and although he’d never admit it to his siblings a part of him wished they had never found him.

As usual with his family the noble original returned to them learning news of yet another war they had found themselves in although this time their opponents intrigued Elijah who had never heard of other worlds or meta-humans and wanted to learn more about his rivals, that’s if his brother Klaus allowed them to live long enough for Elijah’s curiosity to be fed.

Elijah had already met Lucas Lance whose scream banished the hollow from within him before the Red Canary’s blood kick-started the original vampire’s memories and he couldn’t help but wonder what else Lucas and his siblings could do especially his sister Sara who had recently turned vampire.

Elijah was devastated to learn of his sister Freya’s death and her lover Keelin’s and wanted revenge just as much as his siblings perhaps even more he considered as he quickly realized Rebekah had struck up somewhat of a friendship with Laurel and Klaus found himself enticed by Lucas, Elijah had no personal attachment to either of the three canaries so he was willing to do whatever it took but unlike his fiery siblings Klaus, Rebekah and Kol he wanted to play this at his own pace with as little emotion as possible.

“Clearly whatever the bloody hell Lucas did to your mind has clearly fried it somehow.” Rebekah snapped at her older brother Elijah as the two of them stood opposite the fountain within the Mikaelson compound. “Freya died because of that bitch and I’ll be damned if your return pulls the break on my revenge!”

“It’s nice to see your still very much the same Rebekah.” Elijah said with a smile, amused by his sister’s outburst. “I want revenge more than anything but let’s be logical for a moment think more like Niklaus perhaps.”

“Oh god,” Rebekah replied while looking at the noble original with disgust. “That canary blood has done some terrible damage to you Elijah.”

“So far their screams banished the hollow and their blood returned my memories as well as tasting very delicious I must add.” Elijah tried to explain to the original female vampire. “Their talents may perhaps come in useful yet why not figure that out before instantly killing them all? Besides it would give you more time to bond with Laurel Lance about your shared struggles of having siblings.”

“Firstly, I wasn’t bonding I was distracting I just happened to get lucky with her having siblings almost as terrible as mine.” Rebekah snapped. “Secondly, you just want this feud to last as long as bloody possible so you can prolong your conversation with Hayley.”

“That is completely not true Rebekah.” Elijah lied; Rebekah was too correct for his liking. “I simply just want my siblings to think before carnage ensues straight away.”

“They killed Freya we kill them it’s really that simple.” Rebekah corrected her brother. “Take the rest and lock them up as lab rats for all I bloody care but I want Sara Lance dead by the end of today and I don’t mean undead!”

“Very well.” Elijah caved while rolling his eyes at his sister, knowing he would have to compromise with her. “Just keep the other two alive…for now.”

Lucas Lance had taken his recent trip to France as an opportunity to spend some time away from New Orleans and reconsider his strategies going forward after almost dying at the hands of both Klaus and Elijah he considered it was time to start taking them as serious threats and to get into survivalist mode.

He had considered leaving his sisters Laurel and Sara to fend for himself while he found somewhere far away from the originals to call home but as much as Klaus Mikaelson infuriated the Red Canary he was just as equally fascinated by the original hybrid and deep down for once in his life he didn’t want to run from his family, well at least not for now.

After a few days recharging his batteries as he prepared for an inevitable war against Klaus he decided it was time to return to New Orleans not sure what to expect as he walked into the reception area of the hotel he and his sisters had claimed for their only to find nobody there as he feared his time away may have resulted in some trouble for Laurel and Sara.

His fears were quickly cut short as he walked into the hotel’s bar to see both Laurel and Sara sat at the counter drinking bottles of beer, much to his momentary relief as he walked over to them quickly realizing questions were going to be asked.

“A text or a call would’ve been nice to know you made it out of France alive.” Laurel snapped at her brother as she stood up for face him, making it clear she was far from happy with her youngest sibling. “I thought Klaus had killed you.”

“Oh, calm down Laurel you thought I was dead for a few days it’s not like I went missing for a few years taking your boyfriend with me.” Lucas replied to Laurel, while making a dig at Sara at the same time.

“Do you want to tell me when the bloody hell you spiked me with vampire blood?” Sara demanded from the Red Canary as she too stood up, clearly also pissed at her brother. “You don’t just go spiking people with that kind of shit!”

“I guess we’re back to the old days with sister act taking on the littlest prey well guess what guys I’m not one of you and nor do I ever want to be one of you. Laurel you’re such a doormat you were mourning instead of celebrating the deaths of two backstabbing bitches who never cared about you enough to stop sleeping with each other.” Lucas snapped back at them both before turning his cruelty towards Sara. “As for you, you’ve clearly killed a lot of people as an assassin and instead of embracing who you are your running from it trying to be someone who quite frankly neither of us ever cared for.”

“Hold up you turned me into a vampire a freaking vampire and you want to come at me because I want answers.” Sara shouted at her younger brother. “Just because I’ve killed doesn’t make me a killer…I never enjoyed anything I did while with the league of assassins, but you clearly enjoy every twisted little thing you do!”

“Well I don’t enjoy everything I do for example I’m clearly regretting keeping you alive when I should’ve just waited for you to wind up dead.” Lucas cruelly replied to the White Canary. “I had come here with a plan of action a way to win this war that you technically got us into but on seconds thoughts I’d rather just go solo with this one and see how long you last.”

“Lucas!” Laurel shouted over them both, demanding her siblings’ attention before going on to ask her brother. “What plan have you come up with now?”

“Like I said I think I’m better off going solo with this one.” Lucas answered his oldest sister before super speeding his way out of sight.

“When the hell did, he get so bloody twisted?” Sara asked her sister while rolling her eyes, trying to calm herself from her argument with Lucas.

“Hard to tell really but I do know that’s him saved us both now and we’ve not given him the credit for it.” Laurel replied. “I’ve waited a long time to see some good in him Sara and since we wound up here, I’ve not only seen it but I’m seeing it grow.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me Laurel he turned me into a bloodsucking monster!” Sara moaned at her sister.

“You’re also still breathing because of it just like I’m still breathing because of his actions when Rebekah and Kol tried to kill me.” Laurel explained to her sister. “I’m not trusting him or anything stupid like that, but we are down one canary cry now you’re a vampire and he is the reason we’re both still in this fight.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive him for this Laurel, what he’s done it’s changed me forever and he didn’t even tell me beforehand.” Sara told her older sister, hoping for some wisdom from the Black Canary.

“What you did to me stealing the man I loved then being presumed dead before I found out and stealing my rage from me in the process that changed me in many ways, some for the better and some not so much.” Laurel stated, making it clear she was taking her brother’s side for once. “Except what you did wasn’t to save me it was to destroy me…if anyone has valid reasons to be pissed off at either of use it’s me!”

Klaus Mikaelson was thrilled to have his family back under one roof barring his daughter Hope who was in Mystic Falls attending Salvatore Boarding School and his eldest sibling Freya who had recently died at the hands of the White Canary. Despite this loss Klaus had found himself happier than he had been in a long time because now he had Elijah, Rebekah and even Kol back in his life as they fought together against their common foes.

However, Klaus couldn’t help but notice Elijah wasn’t quite himself and was having a hard time readjusting to life back in New Orleans as the original hybrid hoped his elder brother would settle better once he was reunited with Hayley Marshall who was currently visiting her and Klaus’ daughter Hope.

For once in Klaus Mikaelson’s thousand year existence he had began to wonder whether or not vengeance was the correct thing to preoccupy himself with at that moment, he considered going to spend some more time with his daughter or concentrating on helping Elijah get back to his normal self but deep down he knew why he was attempting to prolong his revenge against the canaries and that reason was none other than the Red Canary himself.

Klaus didn’t know how but Lucas Lance had managed to get under the hybrid’s skin when he wasn’t expecting it, he saw the darkness the Red Canary battled with, the weaknesses within he tried to hide and his hatred yet twisted devotion he had towards his sisters and found himself wanting to learn more about the youngest canary.

He wanted to know how this man found himself down such a dark path why his blood-lust was as bad as his own and how he managed to prove himself quite the foe against Klaus and his family time and time again.

Of course Klaus was fascinated with the canaries in general, their abilities were unlike anything he had ever seen and they came from another world he never even knew existed but it was the Red Canary that managed to claim most of the original hybrid’s fascination.

“Don’t tell me you killed the bartender just to get some time to yourself to drink.” Klaus joked after vamp speeding into Rousseau's to find Lucas sat at the counter drinking a bottle of whisky to himself. “My family have grown rather fond of Josh I’d hate to have to add another reason to kill you.”

“Don’t worry I just claimed the place today under the promise of not destroying anything again besides you already have plenty of reasons to want me dead.” Lucas replied before taking another drink from the bottle. “Question is are you here to kill me now or are you just looking for a drink?”

“I was simply looking for a drink had I known you’d be in here I’d have gone somewhere else.” Klaus lied to Lucas as he walked towards the Red Canary and sat down next to him, having been told by Josh already who was residing within Rousseau's. “Are you going to share that bottle or start screaming at me?”

“This isn’t some play is it because I thought you’d be wiser than to try and play me again?” Lucas wondered as he handed Klaus the bottle of whisky, which Klaus grabbed with forced grabbing Lucas’ hand in the process as the two stared at each other intensely.

“You’d love for me to really play with you, wouldn’t you?” Klaus asked with a flirtatious smile on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“You only flirt when you’re planning on killing a sister of mine but luckily for you, I’m not in the saving sister mode today.” Lucas replied as he moved the bottle from Klaus’ grip, placing the bottle on the counter and began to lean slowly towards the original hybrid.

“I guess your back to trying to murder your sisters yourselves then?” Klaus scoffed for a moment before beginning to lean towards Lucas, the two meeting in the middle as their lips were mere inches away from meeting once again. “Maybe that means I don’t have to waste time distracting you?”

“Maybe it does…” Lucas teased with a flirtatious smile, only for the two of them to be interrupted by the door to the bar flying of its hinges as Lucas’ old ally turned enemy Bane walked into Rousseau's wearing his usual attire and causing both Lucas and Klaus to rise to their feet to face one of the infamous Batman’s greatest foes.

“It’s good to see you again Red Canary.” Bane said through the mask which changed his voice, making him sound even more sinister than he looked.

Bane was often referred to as one of Batman’s greatest enemies who managed to break the bat not just physically but also mentally.

He was feared by many due to his seemingly unmatchable strength, his ever-growing kill count and the sinister mask he wore which was attached to a tube at the back of the head leading downwards to his wrist, the mask also giving the villain a terrifying voice that even the villains of Gotham City were afraid of.

One of the few people who wasn’t terrified of Bane upon first meeting was none other than the Red Canary Lucas Lance who was fresh off a partnership with The Joker and Harley Quinn and eager for a new partner in crime.

Lucas Lance was a hyper active individual who often talked too much even in Arkham were very few talked to each other, he also never failed to get his flirt on even when the prison guards at Arkham Asylum would torture him it was almost like the Red Canary enjoyed his time in there and that baffled Bane.

Bane liked his peace within the asylum in fact that was the only thing he enjoyed about being held prisoner there and with dampening devices, gasses and materials layered within the walls of the asylum he couldn’t beat the canary into silence so instead he found himself debating with him instead which led to an inevitable team up between the two leading to an escape plan.

However, Bane became one of many who quickly found themselves double crossed by the Red Canary who used Bane to overpower the guard and break the two free as the two villains made it outside of the building Lucas was quick to take advantage of his recently returned power and canary cried into his partner’s ears until Bane gave in and was left unconscious giving Lucas the opportunity to get far while Bane dealt with the staff inside Arkham Asylum.

“One could presume it’s safe to say this guy is from your world.” Klaus stated as he and Lucas stood side by side in Rousseau's while Bane stood in front of them both staring Lucas up and down, clearly wanting revenge.

“Is this your new partner?” Bane asked while looking Klaus up and down. “You’ve clearly ran out of willing participants.”

“Yeah I’m not his partner I’m his enemy just like you I’d assume.” Klaus snapped back at the mysterious mountain of a man standing in front of him.

“When did you get out of Arkham? Better yet when the hell did you get here?” Lucas questioned his former cellmate with a clear look of terror on his face, a look that didn’t go unnoticed by Klaus.

“I’m here to kill you Lucas Lance!” Bane announced before charging towards Klaus and Lucas, Lucas instantly launching a canary cry towards his enemy making Bane stop in one spot.

Lucas continued to use his cry with more and more intensity the strength of the vibrations growing stronger and stronger as glasses all around the bar including the glass windows exploded while the ground beneath them all shook viciously as Bane stood there barely effected at all and much to Lucas and Klaus’ horror began to walk forward pushing past the force of Lucas canary cry before Klaus grabbed a hold of Lucas, stopping his cry in the process and vamp sped into the backroom with the Red Canary slamming the door shut and speeding to move a large table in front of the door hoping to hold Bane from getting in too soon.

“I’ve never seen anyone fight back against your cry before and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you scared before.” Klaus said to Lucas as Bane began crashing up against the door, making it clear to them both it wouldn’t keep him out for long.

“You’ve never met Bane before even Batman is scared of Bane and Batman’s scared of nobody.” Lucas mumbled to Klaus, a look of terror still paralyzing the Red Canary. “I really need to stop screwing over everyone I meet.”

“Who the hell is Batman?” Klaus wondered why launching the cellar door in the backroom leading to the tunnels open with force just in time for Bane to burst into the backroom.

“I’ll explain later.” Lucas answered as both he and Klaus sped down into the cellar towards the tunnels, eager to leave Bane behind who grunted a large scream of frustration before walking towards the cellar door.

Klaus Mikaelson had worked relentlessly to strike fear in the eyes of each canary since they arrived in his city and somehow had failed much to his own fury so when the day came when he saw Lucas terrified he’d thought it would bring him nothing but pleasure but instead he found himself anything but happy to see the fierce and fiery canary left broken by a mere encounter by Bane.

Normally Klaus would’ve stayed put and fought against Bane whether Bane turned out to be stronger than the original hybrid or not Klaus wasn’t scared of him for he knew he couldn’t die and he was curious to see if this mountain of a man could take him but instead of fighting he chose to run and it was becoming painfully clear to him that the reason he ran was for Lucas Lance, to keep him safe.

Whether he liked it or not no matter how big a betrayal he believed it to be he had found himself well and truly growing fond of Lucas to the point where he didn’t even want to kill his sister Sara, fearing whatever was growing between them would quickly be destroyed if he did what was needed to get revenge for his fallen sister Freya Mikaelson.

“Please do go ahead and tell me why we are providing a safe haven for the brother of the woman who murdered our sister?” Elijah asked as he handed Klaus a glass of whisky in the dining area of the compound while keeping a glass for himself before sitting down at the table, sitting next to his younger brother. “I’m all for discovering more about them to feed our own curiosities but the plan is still very much to kill them all, not protect them for those who want to kill them.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some kind of child you need to put in line if anyone knows anything about how to handle their enemies Elijah then it is me!” Klaus snapped at Elijah before taking a drink. “When Lucas Lance dies it will be at my hands and my hands only, I’m simply preserving him for a later kill.”

“Yeah you see I don’t believe that for a second Niklaus in face I think you saw a look of fear in his eyes and you’re attached to his first sign of weakness if anything you’re growing fond of him.” Elijah argued with his brother, knowing Klaus better than Klaus would like to admit. “I say we meet with this Bane man and give him exactly what he wants that way we can focus on the other two canaries who are frankly a lot more predictable and easier to deal with.”

“It was Sara Lance who killed our sister not Lucas!” Klaus shouted as he slammed his glass down on the table and stood up. “If our vengeance should be focused on anyone it should be her!”

“Exactly! That’s why we get rid of Lucas now while an opportunity has risen then use Laurel as our lab rat and seek vengeance on Sara.” Elijah snapped at his younger brother as he stood up to face him. “None of them are innocent over what happened to Freya and we will make them all pay for that.”

“Of course, I know that Elijah!” Klaus replied, as he rolled his eyes in frustration over his brother and the predicament, he had found himself in.

“It’s not as black and white as that though Elijah none of this is!” Hayley argued after vamp speeding into the room, shocking Elijah in the process, as this was the first time the former lovers had seen each other in almost a decade. “Laurel is a good person and the only reason any of you were reunited she doesn’t deserve to be somebody’s test rat just because of her sister and as for Lucas he’s probably spilled as much blood as the rest of us and you don’t see any of us turning on the other over it.”

“Freya is dead Hayley and she’s dead because of his family.” Elijah replied to Hayley, clearly uncomfortable with arguing with the woman he loved.

“Actually we’re as much to blame as everyone for Freya’s death for we jumped straight into this stupid war just like Lucas did and as for Sara although I despite her with every bone in my body for what she did to Freya she was only trying to protect a sibling something which have driven you to do some terrible things yourself.” Hayley continued to argue with Elijah much to Klaus’ amusement, Klaus didn’t fully agree nor disagree with Hayley’s words. “I think if we’re wise here, we should start trying to repair our former alliances with them instead of going to war.”

“Okay I didn’t quite say end the war I was more thinking of postponing it for now.” Klaus butted in before Lucas sped into the room.

“I’m always down for a new partnership especially if it keeps me alive.” Lucas stated with a sinister smirk that made everyone feel uncomfortable about the idea of ever trusting him. “I promise not to try screw use over like Bane of course that promise is purely based on getting rid of Bane.”

“Not a chance in hell!” Elijah snapped at the Red Canary.

“Hey dude I’m the guy who brought you back into the fold show some more appreciation.” Lucas replied before throwing his arm around Hayley, turning his attention to the female hybrid. “Clearly you’re the brains of this operation.”

“Maybe we should just kill you right here and now.” Klaus suggested, clearly as unamused by Lucas in that moment as Elijah.

“Yeah now you could do that Klaus, but I doubt you would.” Lucas replied before removing his arm from around Hayley’s shoulders and walking over to the original hybrid. “I mean after all you’re fond of me right now, but I can promise you’ll be even fonder in the future.”

Lucas Lance’s arrogance annoyed them all deeply especially Klaus which was rather ironic considering he was often considered arrogant himself but with his arrogance he was convinced he had earned the right to be.

However, despite how much Lucas’ arrogance annoyed Klaus he was somewhat happy to see him back in the fighting spirit which infuriated him at the same time as he started to realize just how fond he was growing towards him so much so that he found himself agreeing to an alliance with Lucas and his sisters as they prepared to go up against Bane.

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Origins of Magic: Part Two

Chapter 22: And so it begins...

Warnings: I do not own the rights to the television series “The Originals”, “Vampire Diaries”, or “Legacies” and do not own any of the characters within the TVD universe, I am making no profit from this and have no intention for this fanfiction series except for readers to enjoy. 15+ Mild to Strong Violence, Strong Language, Witchcraft, sexual scenes, and sexual references. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other.

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Kayne Black’s recent return from the grave was as shocking as his previous comeback but the thing that baffled him this time around was his visit to the demonic realm and the questions that it had left him with about the place he and his siblings were supposed to have come from like did they have parents over there or creators or if these demons did not have bodies why did they and if he and his family were the strongest creatures among the living were those that reside within the demonic realm even more powerful than him? As he found his way out of the woods within Mystic Falls and found a nearby road, Kayne was surprised to see a sports car speeding down the road rather fast before coming to a sudden stop right in front of him as he realized whoever was in the car had just found exactly what they were looking for him. The driver’s door slowly opened, and afoot appeared out of the car wearing black stiletto six-inch heels before Katherine Pierce climbed out of the car with a wicked smile on her face before she walked over to greet the powerful witch. “Since your family messed up pretty big time bringing the Mikaelsons back from the dead crashing open all kinds of realms I thought it was only a matter of time before it came back to bite use…so to speak,” Katherine said to him as she now stood in front of the male witch. “I get wanting to help out Elijah, but you really should have kept Klaus in the ground.” “Are you just here to taunt me for my decisions or has your presence got some meaning behind it? In which I mean you better be here to help and not hinder me because I am okay with sending you back to the hell in which you slithered out from.” Kayne warned the ruthless vampire making it clear he had no time for any games she wanted to play. “Tough talk coming for Kayne Black I guess the little witch boy may finally be growing up!” Katherine scoffed showing no fear over his threats. “You guys did me a solid by making a loophole so I could reclaim my former life and I owe your sister Annabella a favor or two, so I figured I’d pick you up and drop you off at New Orleans or rather a safe distance outside of it because I do not want Klaus getting news of my whereabouts.” “And what makes you so damn sure I even want to be anywhere near New Orleans?” Kayne quizzed the vampire, suspicious of her motives. “Because one hell of a war is coming sexy, and your siblings are right in the middle of it with the Mikaelson’s, so it benefits me greatly if you guys don’t wind up dead!” Katherine revealed to him. “And with you and Magnus now alive again and Freya long-dead it's starting to look like you guys stand a chance.” “Freya’s dead?” Kayne asked in disbelief by the revelation that the eldest Mikaelson sibling was now among the dead.

Hope Mikaelson decided that although she loved her father very much she did not want to follow in his footsteps and therefore she concluded that she had no other choice but to keep the promise she made to Rose Black and help her bring her power back to life in order to free Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah from a prison world of Rose’s making but little did the young Mikaelson Tribrid know that Kayne Black was already back among the living as hell itself was about to descend on the city of New Orleans… “If I let you free then I am going to need to know you are not just going to try killing me the first chance you get,” Hope told Rose as she stood outside of Rose’s prison cell located beneath the Mikaelson compound. “Unlike my bitch sister Bella and my bastard brother Magnus I tend to keep to my word so as long as you bring my brother back, I’ll give you your family,” Rose responded making it clear to Hope that she had no intention of killing her unless she gave her a reason that is but before Hope had a chance to reply she soundly fell to the ground unconscious as Magnus appeared from out of the shadows. “Well, is this not a case of dejavu little sister? It is good to see you are as spiteful as ever especially because we have a family to massacre. May as well start with this one.” Magnus greeted his sister before pulling out a blade from his jacket pocket and putting it to Hope’s neck fully ready to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. “She gets to live she maybe half Mikaelson but clearly her mother’s half got the better of that one,” Rose told her brother who reluctantly pulled his knife away from Hope’s throat, hid it back in his jacket before waving his hand to counter the spell keeping the cage door shut, the door swinging open immediately afterward. “Not like you to tell someone not to kill,” Magnus replied to his sister. “But Kayne and I need the whole family back together so I will grant your wishes for now.” “Kayne’s alive?” Rose asked with a genuine smile, truly relieved to hear the brother she loved more than anything was now amongst the living. “Where is he?” “I wish I had an ounce of the loyalty you always gave him,” Magnus confessed to her before going on to say. “A mutual friend is bringing him to the city as we speak now where is the Mikaelson trio? I heard you put them away somewhere safe ready for the killing.” Magnus as always had murder on his mind, and he knew out of all his siblings only Rose could match that bloodlust, and even though he had salvaged her rage by bringing Kayne back to life he knew her vengeance was far from fed allowing him to use that vengeance to take out the only other family in the world who could be a threat to his own.

Despite their constant bickering and bashing of the eldest Black sibling, Bella was perhaps the one who had fought the hardest for their family for the longest time choosing to sacrifice whom they believed to be their mother for her siblings and then taking out her brother Magnus for what she believed to be the greater good for Rose and Kayne, only to later learn they’d grow to despise her for her actions and so eventually she decided to give up on that family. After a brief one night stand with Marcel Gerard, Bella was now expecting her first child with a man who had quickly become a close friend during hard times and although neither planned to rekindle their romance, Bella was glad to have a platonic partner to raise a child with him in New Orleans as she fought for peace with the Mikaelson family even if it pitted her against her old family, it was her new family, her unborn child that mattered most to her now. So, the cleverest of the Black family decided she had no choice but to plot against her own sister Rose, as she looked for a way to unearth the magic her youngest sister had used to capture Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah, hoping to find the spells Rose used in her devious plans so she could find a way of undoing her magic, freeing the three Mikaelsons and finding some way to try and broker peace so her child was not born into a war. “I hate to say it sister, but you have really let yourself go as of late!” Kayne stated as he walked into Lafayette Cemetery to meet with his unsuspecting sister who was investigating the scene of the crime in which their sister Rose killed Freya. “Kayne?” Bella said in disbelief as she saw the brother, she thought dead now standing in front of her, appeased to know she had not lost him forever as she had once thought. “How are you here right now?” “Magnus believe it or not I am beginning to think that maybe just maybe he really does want the old family to reform. I mean he owed me nothing and I’m back demonic apocalypse pending of course but still, I’m alive so the hell cares.” Kayne replied with a sinister sense of humor. “As for how I got here Katherina Petrova provided me with transport…you never quite gave me the full details about your history with her by the way.” “I am so glad to see you!” Bella gushed as she rushed over and hug her little brother, tears forming in her eyes. “I really thought that this time you were gone forever!” “Magnus is planning some attack on the Mikaelsons, and he’s got Katherine convinced we may actually win plus with Rose being held captive by that family something tells me she’ll soon be on board too,” Kayne informed his sister. “I want to say I am telling you to help me stop them but I’m not sure we should stop this war, in fact, called me biased because of being recently killed by one of them but I think I’m ready to take back this world that was once ours.” “Kayne please not you too! What Klaus did was unforgivable but…” Bella began to plead with him only to be cut off quickly. “I understand why he killed me he wanted to ensure his family’s safety it was not personal it was all about survival and that’s why I want every last one of them dead too,” Kayne revealed to her, showing a coldness he rarely showed, especially towards people he once cared for deeply. “Besides the sooner we get rid of the vampires the sooner we can focus on those bloody demons I may have helped bring to this world.” “I am not wagering war against a family that my child will one day be part of I am sorry Kayne, but I will not join this war. If you need help with these so-called demons, then I will help you, but I’ve already sacrificed for you and Rose too many times its time I put my own child first now!” Bella told her brother making it clear to him she would not be an ally in a war against the original family of vampires. “I am sorry to hear that Annabella, but I am glad you are finally being more honest with me!” Kayne responded to his sister clearly disappointed by her stance but understanding why she did not want to go to war at the same time. “Take care, Annabella,

stay safe, and for the love of god make sure you do not wind up being someone’s pawn in this impending war…have your own back because I doubt anyone else will.” Before Bella could say anything more to her brother or ask any more questions about the revelations, he had just laid upon her, Kayne was gone within the blink of an eye leaving her alone with her guilt over not having her family’s back while also feeling guilty for the Mikaelson family as she realized Kayne was right, she had to make it so neither side could try and force her hand.

Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah found themselves stood outside of their family home that had in the real world long since deteriorated over a thousand years but somehow in this prison world remained perfectly built, as if it was just built that day, and normally to anyone else their childhood home would be a blessing to see again after all this time but to them it just served to bring back memories they wished they’d forget, knowing that is exactly why Rose had trapped them there to torture them with their past. “Speaking of someone whose been in a prison world or two there’s always some way out of it and judging by Rose’s rather psychotic ways my guess would be there will be some answers as to get out of here within the family home,” Klaus told his siblings trying to think like the woman who had put them in this prison world. “Well, I doubt there is going to be any Bennet blood handy in a time when there were no hospitals so that squashes the Bennet connection as for getting out of here,” Rebekah responded, as she too tried to think of a way out of their current situation. “Then again Ayana is a Bennet witch, and she did use to keep vials of her blood within her home…and I’d much rather go snooping around in her past than our own.” “We do not know if this world is an exact replica of our home back when we were just mere mortals or if there are just parts of this world designed to look that way so I suggest Rebekah goes to where Ayana’s home should be and myself and Niklaus should visit the old family home,” Elijah advised his younger siblings. “However, we do not know if we are necessarily alone here so be careful, be smart, and for the love of god do not talk to strangers.” Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah did not know much about this prison world, but they knew that they soon would learn everything they possibly could about it in order to find some kind of way out of believing due to Rose’s connection to the magic that the same rules may not apply in this prison world that had applied to previous ones created by the alliance of the Bennet and Parker families. All they did know was that the longer they were gone the more mess they would have to clean up once they got back to the land of the living…

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