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Under a New Moon 09. Face to Face

Summary: Klaus has offered Athena a chance of a lifetime, to find out more about her family. With the “permission” from her friends in Mystic Falls and her curiosity. She travels to New Orleans with Klaus Mikaelson to discover more about the Dumont family. What she doesn’t know is the chaos that will ensue in New Orleans.

Post Date: 09.20.2022

Word count: 4.1k

Based off: 01 x 11 “Apres Moi, Le Deluge”

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“The Italians called them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them Hexa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There’s never been one all-powerful witch until Davina,” Elijah explains.

“Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection. Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil, according to our volatile artist in residence,” Klaus adds, walking into the library.

“Yes. Perhaps Davina’s mistaken what she calls evil for power. Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she’s been dead for over 200 years. I don’t understand why all these sketches now,” Elijah says, confused.

“Why does any witch do anything?” Klaus asks before you hear something hit a wall in the house. Which probably meant that Davina’s awake. “Well, that’s going well,” Klaus adds.

“If you were trying to win the girls trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea,” Elijah responds.

“You’d think he’d learn by now,” I add.

“Oh. Are there any more inopportune deaths you two would like to wave in my face?” Klaus asks.

“Give us a month. We’ll get you a list,” I say and Elijah nods in agreement. Klaus laughs as you hear more crashing from Davina’s room.

“Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the ass,” Klaus says, leaving the room. I follow him because I want to get him to help me find my brother or whoever it is.

“Klaus,” I say as he enters Davina’s room. But I stop as I notice Davina coughing up dirt. Before we know it, the whole house is rattling.

“What the hell is going on? Rebekah asks from the courtyard of the compound.

“Davina,” Klaus answers. Once everything calmed down, you met with Elijah, Marcel, and Klaus.

“This is madness. How can a 16-year-old girl shake the entire French quarter?” Klaus asks,

“I’ve seen her rock the church, but I’ve never seen anything like this,” Marcel says.

“How did you control her when she was in the attic?” Klaus asks.

“I didn’t have to, but then I never killed her boyfriend,” Marcel responds.

“Yes, yes. We’ve been over this part already. The point is, in her present state. She’s useless as a tool against the witches,” Klaus says.

“She’s not a tool. Something’s wrong with her,” I say.

“She has too much power that she cannot control. That much we already knew, but why is it manifesting itself in such an aggressive manner?” Elijah says before he starts to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Klaus asks.

“This is witch business. Let’s ask a witch,” Elijah says, and Marcel leaves the room as well.

I start to look at the books in the library to see if there’s any hint of more information on my family. “And what are you looking for?” Klaus says from behind me.

“Well, seeing as you boys have this Davina situation handled for now. I thought I’d focus on myself,” I say, still looking at the books.

“That still didn’t answer my question,” Kalus says playfully.

“I’m looking for answers. On my family. On my possible…brother,” I say as I feel a shiver move throughout my body.

“Well, can I be of any help?” Klaus asks.

“Unless you know more information on my family, then no. Not to mention you’re a little preoccupied with Davina,” I say.

“Elijah’s running his little errand right now, so at this moment, I’m not busy,” Klaus says as he puts his hand out. I look at him questioningly before I realize he wants me to hand him the little book on names. He flips to the last page and stares at it, “Liam Dumont...Liam Du–,” Klaus says.

“Can you think to yourself?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, it just seems like his name rings a bell, but something doesn’t quite seem right,” Klaus says.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, does this mean I can help?” He asks.

“Kalus…” I say sternly.

“Well, there’s this kid from the Bayou whose name is Liam, but I believe he goes by the name Hunter,” Klaus says. “Well, from what I know, he wasn’t born into the pack. So finding him may be helpful,” Klaus says, trailing off.

“Now that I think about it, when I was in the bayou with Elijah and Rebekah, there was this woman who knew about my necklace,” I say, walking out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Klaus asks, grabbing my arm.

“The Bayou,” I say sternly.

“I’m going with you,” He says.

“No, you’re too preoccupied with Davina,” I say.

“I wasn’t asking,” Klaus responds.

“I need to go alone! I need to find out, by myself, if I’m the last of my family…or if I really have a brother out there,” I say as calmly as possible.

“It’s not safe,” Klaus responds sternly.

“It’s not safe if I bring a Mikaelson. I promise I’ll call you if anything happens, okay?” I ask as he rolls his eyes. “Klaus?!” I say turning his head to me.

“Fine, but if I don’t hear from you in two hours. I’m going out there,” He says.

“I’ll be back before then. I still want to help with Davina, I just – I need to do this first, and I’ll do it as quickly as I can,” I say and kiss him on the cheek before leaving.

I make my way out to the bayou before going on foot to where the wolves live. It was just as deserted as last time, with no one in sight. I look around a bit to see if I can find any evidence of even one person around, but nothing.

“Hello?” I say with a slight shakiness in my voice. “I’m just looking for Hunter…” I say, but there's no response. I hear the rustling of running behind me and turn around to see if I could catch them, but no luck.

“I just want to talk,” I say. I turn back around and see a man around my age standing in front of me. There’s an awkward silence as neither of us knows what to really say.

“You look just like mom,” The man says. He tries to touch my face, but I back away.

“Sorry, I just –” I start before noticing a ring on his right hand. The ring looks like it's made of the same material as my own. “Is that a moonstone ring?” I ask, pulling my pendant out to show him as well.

“So Eve wasn’t lying. She did meet you,” The man says.

“What did she tell you about me?” I ask.

“What do you know about me?” He asks back.

“Well, if I’m correct. You were born two years before me, and Hunter is not your real name,” I say.

“And what makes you think that?” He asks.

“Cause you’re not much older than me, you have a moonstone ring, and this,” I say, handing him the name notebook. He looks at me fairly skeptical before flipping through it.

“So what did Eve tell you about me?” I ask.

“Well, everyone knows about the Dumont wolf running around with the Mikaelsons. And that the family is so infatuated with her that no one really dared to mess with her. Eve meeting you, just confirmed that,” He explains.

“That doesn’t quite answer the question,” I respond, knowing that all I wanted to hear was that he was my brother and that I might actually be able to learn more about my family.

“I know that you’re Athena, the last known member of the Dumont family. And I know that you’re my little sister,” He says. Before I could say anything, I get a call from Klaus. I immediately declined it, before he calls me again.

“What?” I whisper into the phone.

“We need you back at the compound,” Klaus says.

“I’m finally making some progress, and the two hours aren’t even up. I said–,” I say.

“Elijah is back with the witch, Davina is sick and getting worse. If we don’t do anything, then Davina won’t survive, and a disaster will occur, leaving nothing behind,” Klaus interrupts.

“Ok, I’ll be there soon,” I sigh. “I’m sorry, but I–” I turn around to say to the man, but he’s gone. I look down to see the name book with another notebook under it. I pick the items up before heading back to the compound.

“We sedated her too heavily,” I hear Elijah say as I walk into the compound.

“Well, if this is her sedated, I’d hate to see her otherwise. We all agreed that Davina must be sacrificed. There’s no need to let her blow the roof off our heads in the meantime,” Klaus responds.

“No way! You’re not touching her!” Marcel says, jumping down from the second floor and punches Klaus. Elijah stops him before he does anything else.

“Ok. I’ll let you have that one,” Klaus responds to the punch.

“Marcel, no one wants to see Davina get hurt, especially me, but it seems like there's no other choice here,” I say.

“According to Sophie, the witch who screwed over everybody here,” Marcel protests.

“The Harvest was working before it was stopped. If a nonbeliever like Sophie Deveraux can come to have faith that these girls will be resurrected, then I, also, am a believer,” Elijah adds. Marcel pays no attention and moves on to Klaus.

“I saved Davina from the Harvest, and now you want me to just hand her over?” Marcel asks.

“Do you think that I’m happy about this? If the witches complete the Harvest, not only do they regain their power. We lose our weapon against them,” Klaus states. “The earthquake I was willing to chalk up to hideous coincidence, but these winds? If Davina is not sacrificed, then every inch of earth that shook, everything blowing about now will soon be drenched in water and consumed by fire,” Klaus states.

“Oh! Now you care about the city,” Marcel says.

“We ought to. We built it.” Elijah adds in.

“And we all saw it burnt to the ground twice. I will not let that happen again. Do I make myself clear?” Klaus asks.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Marcel says before walking away.

“Not a people person, are you, Niklaus?” Elijah says.

“Nonsense, I love people. Just on my way to warn a couple of prominent ones in case the weather gets out of hand. If you and Athena fancy yourselves as plus diplomatique perhaps you two would like to come along,” Klaus says.

“No. Soon Sophie Deveraux shall be consecrating Celeste’s remains, and though her actions are reprehensible, still I should pay my respects. Elijah starts walking towards the entrance of the compound with us following him.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” Haley says, walking up to us, well, more like Elijah.

“On my way out,” Elijah responds quickly.

“Which one of us is the people person again?” Klaus asks, noticing Haley’s face of disappointment.

I make my way to the library to start reading the notebook that was left behind. I take a seat in one of the chairs and open it up. The date read “July 17, 2006” at the top. Below are two short paragraphs. I skimmed through the writing, which mentioned searching for a family.

As I flipped to the next page, a folded paper fell out, and I hear a knock on the doorframe, “Yes?” I say, slightly annoyed.

“Just seeing how you’re doing after your visit to the Bayou, did you find out anything?” Klaus says from behind me. “Hmm… that’s new,”

“And none of your business,” I say as I close the notebook.

“Then I take it you did find something,” He says.

“Sure, think what you want. Now, if you’ll excuse me, can I have some quiet time before chaos ensues?” I ask. Klaus puts his hands up and backs out of the library.

Once I was sure Klaus was gone, I opened the folded paper and started reading,

“Hey baby sister,

If you got this letter, it means that either you found me or I never got to meet you before it was too late. Writing this letter is probably stupid, but I’m not really sure what I would say to you if we ever met. I’m sorry that I never looked for you, but honestly, from my knowledge of our family, I thought it’d be best if I kept my distance. Either way, I still love you with all my heart, and I hope you can forgive me.

Your big brother, Liam”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how to react or what to do. And before I could really react, I hear Rebekah call for Klaus from Davina’s room. I make my way to her room and find two people knocked out, a missing Davina and two fighting siblings.

“Ok. We need to divide and conquer if we’re gonna stand a chance. He could have gone anywhere,” Rebekah says.

“Well, I’m here with Sabine. Perhaps we could try a locator spell?” Elijah says through Rebekah’s phone.

“I’ll talk to the priest. They might even be at the church. It’s the last place we’d think to look for them, right?” Klaus says.

“Ok. You check the church. I’ll check everywhere else,” Rebekah says.

“I’ll go with you,” I say.

Rebekah and I walk through the French Quarter, trying to see if we could get any hint of Marcel or Davina. “So I heard about your trip to the Bayou. How was that?” Rebekah asks.

“Well… I met my brother,” I shakily say.

“Oh, how’d uh that go?” Rebekah asks.

“Ok,” I respond.

“That’s all?” She stops in front of me.

“Well, there was a lot of silence, so there’s not much to report,” I say as we get back to the compound. Once everyone was back, we gathered to figure out the next step, considering none of us had found Marcel or Davina.

“It’s taken 1,000 years, but you’ve finally gone mad. Our own mother?” Rebekah asks after Elijah explains that the Mikaelson mother's bones must be consecrated to save Davina and the French Quarter.

“Yes, our beloved mother, who Niklaus has affectionately placed in a coffin in his basement, not daggered but quite dead,” Elijah confirms.

“Well, she did try to kill us all,” Klaus says.

“Well, I say we put her to use and put her to rest once and for all. Now, if we bury our mother on land owned by one of her descendants, she becomes a New Orleans witch. And we as her family share in that ancestral magic,” Elijah explains.

“We’re vampires, Elijah. We can’t practice magic. Or own property, for that matter,” Rebekah states.

“Yes. With regard to practicing magic…” Elijah says as he explains how to consecrate their mother's bones. “And as for owning property… Not all of our mother’s descendants are dead,” Elijah says.

“The baby,” Klaus whispers under his breath and Elijah confirms.

“The parish tax assessor’s office is just steps outside of the Quarter. Haley now holds the title to the plantation. So if we bury our mother there and we consecrate those grounds, we can finish the harvest ritual,” Elijah explains.

“You’re a bit of a mad genius, Elijah. Count me in,” Klaus agrees with the plan.

“Am I the only one thinking?” Rebekah questions. “Our mother was the most powerful witch in history. If we bury her, we hand that power to our enemies to use against us,” She states, and I nod in agreeance.

“Given our circumstances, I hardly see that we have a choice, Rebekah,” Elijah rebuttals.

“I don’t know why I bother. You two will just do what you want anyway,” Rebekah says.

“No. Our decision must be unanimous,” Elijah responds.

“This is not a democracy,” Klaus buts in.

“You’re quite right. This is family,” Elijah says as it starts to pour outside.

“Water. The next sign’s begun. Rebekah?” Elijah asks.

“Kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow. Count me in,” Rebekah says.

“Athena?” Elijah asks, turning towards me.

“I’m not a Mikaelson,” I respond.

“You’re just as much a part of the family as any of us,” Rebekah states.

“Count me in. Let’s just hope your mother doesn’t come back to kill us a second time,” I say.

“Well, this is no family reunion without our mother. I’ll fetch her,” Klaus says and heads out to get her remains.

Rebekah goes to find out where Marcel may have taken Davina, as Elijah and I go to get the pastor to bury their mother. We all meet at the plantation to watch their mother get buried. Once it was over, we all made our way to the graveyard to finish the Harvest ritual. As we waited for Marcel to bring Davina, a fire started in a different section of the graveyard.

“Fire,” Sophie says as we notice it was coming from behind Marcel, who was carrying Davina. We watch as Spohie slits Davina’s throat, and the rain stops as soon as she passes. “After the Harvest comes the reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted, we call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones,” Sophie says. Nothing happens, so Sophie repeats the last part. “Please, I beg,” Sophie says, seeing as the girls still lie there dead. Sophie starts sobbing as she realizes she was not getting her sister back.

I headed back to the compound with Klaus and went straight to the library, seeing as Klaus wanted to comfort Marcel, and I wanted to read more of the journal. Luckily no one had moved the journal. I sat down and immediately started scanning the journal. After reading a few more entries, I began to realize that not only was it my brothers, but a way for him to keep track of important life events in our family and information he found. Many of the entries were short excerpts of him wishing me a happy birthday or the tiny trails he found on info about our family, which mostly led to dead ends.

“Fancy a drink?” I hear Klaus say from the entryway.

“Why not? I need a good distraction,” I say and follow Klaus into the courtyard.

“This whole thing was doomed from the start, you know? Yes, we saved the city, and I’m not complaining about the witches losing their power, but this did not go down the way I thought it would,” Klaus says, handing Rebekah and me a glass of whatever alcohol he chose. “How did you find them down in the docks?” Klaus asks Rebekahs, referring to Marcel and Davina.

“You’re not the only one with clever little spies in the quarter, Nik,” Rebekah responds.

“Sometimes I think I don’t give you your due, little sister,” Klaus says.

“I knew Elijah’s plan was mad, but I really thought it would work,” Rebekah says.

“So did I,” Klaus and I say at the same time.

“I was sure Davina would survive. There was so much life in her,” Klaus continues.

“What about the power? 4 were supposed to rise, and none did. Where did all that power go?” I question, intriguing both Klaus and Rebekah.

“Well, I’m drained. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Rebekah says and leaves the courtyard. I follow behind her and head back to the library to continue to read through the journal.

A few hours go by as I try to pick out the most key part of the journal, trying to put together the puzzle of my family. “You know it's quite late, right?” I hear Klaus say as he sits next to me.

“So why are you up?” I ask, not turning my head away from the journal or my notes.

“I could ask the same,” Klaus responds.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I say.

“I see that. Anything intriguing?” He asks.

“Everything,” I say and finally turn my head to him.

“May I see?” He asks, looking at my notes. I sigh before I slide them over. He analyzes my notes, but it seems that he’s clueless about what I picked out.

Before I know it, he plucks the journal out of my hands, “Hey!” I protest as he flips through the journal.

“These symbols. They look familiar. Hold on,” Klaus says as he gets up from the couch. He searches through the bookshelf before he pulls out a thin book. He flips through the pages and finds the symbol that was drawn on the first page and writes the word Necklace.

“Care to fill me in?” I ask as he flips through more pages. He then writes, Ring, then bracelet, and continues writing down different jewelry types until he finishes with ring, then necklace. “Hello?” I ask, still confused.

“Well, it has to mean something,” Klaus states, still confusing me.

“Like I know?! Wh–what are these symbols, anyways?” I ask.

“It’s a language, ancient, dead,” he says.

“Then why would my brother know it?” I ask.

“Hold on,” He says and looks around, before landing his eyes on the name book. He flips a few pages before landing on one with a symbol that looks similar to the ones in my brother's journal. “These symbols don’t look familiar at all?” He asks.

“Never seen them in my life,” I respond.

“You sure?” He asks back.

“Yeah, where are you getting at?” I ask.

“Well, this language may be dead, but I remember hearing something about the pack that used this language as a way to communicate. As a matter of fact, I believe they developed it and only shared it with their most trusted allies,” Klaus says.

“That sounds like some sort of myth and a made-up one at that,” I respond, as what Klaus had just said, sounded stupid.

“I haven’t seen this language for 900 years when I last encountered a specific pack in the French Alps, and here it is, in the 21st century,” Klaus says.

“Your point?” I ask.

“Well, considering this dead language has only reemerged in notebooks from your family. Hypothetically speaking, if we can find more texts using this language, then we can find out more about your family,” Klaus says.

“Wow, you might actually be right about something for once, Klaus. Do you have any more books that can translate the language?” I ask.

“Not that I know of… I–I have an idea, but we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” He says with a somewhat worrying tone.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Well… it won’t necessarily help us translate more, but it may confirm that the language was still being used by your family,” Klaus says in a lowered tone.

“So what’s your idea?” I ask.

“I–I have to go into your mind, search your memories…but I know how intru–” Klaus begins.

“Do it,” I interrupt.

“I’ll only look for the text,” He responds.

“Do it. I want to know,” I say.

“Ok. Close your eyes and relax,” Klaus says softly. I close my eyes as he softly places his hands on the temples of my head. A few moments later, I start to see a blurry memory of my parents. They’re yelling at eachother, and my mom is holding a piece of paper. Their voices are muffled, and I can barely tell what's going on. “Do you remember this?” Klaus asks.

“Ba–barley,” I stutter.

“Ok, focus on the paper. Make the picture clearer.” He says.

“I can try,” I say. I start to try and focus on what the paper says. For a moment, it’s crystal clear before becoming blurry again, sending a pang to my head.

“Try again,” He says.

I start to focus on the paper again, trying to see the symbols, which definitely looked like what we found. I feel another pang in my head, “It hurts,” I say.

“It’s ok,” He says.

The more and more I try, the more my head hurts, “It hurts…Nik. It–it really hurts,” I say as I begin to lose focus.

“Almost there, only a little longer,” He whispers.

I scream as it feels like something is trying to explode my head, and all of a sudden, I feel a force throw me back. When I open my eyes, I see Klaus lying across the room with books fallen around him. “Nik!” I say and run towards him.

“I’m fine,” He grunts as I help him up.

“What happened?” Elijah says as he enters the room.

A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next part of UNM. I hope you enjoyed all the new developments! Thanks again, for reading.

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