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Loving any of us is a death sentence, isn't it?
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Day 10/Scene 12 ~ Epilogue
They didn't quite remember. After all, the reality they had sacrificed to get a second chance would now never come.
Freya and Rebekah mourned together, for the loss of their babies and the could-have-beens, for shadows of memories they couldn't make sense of, for the broken parts in their family they weren't sure could ever be fixed.
They were bonded, together, and so, even if it took almost a year for them both to be able to interact with their brothers like proper persons and stop staring at their room's ceiling with their hands locked on empty chests, they made it.
It took months, for Rebekah, to be able to deal with Niklaus again.
She knew he loved her, and she loved him, but the pain of her loss had left her drowning in darkness, so cold and empty she didn't know what to do.
Sometimes she wished she could remember, how she had lost her baby. Because all she could remember was going to sleep, and waking up with a burning need she couldn't hope to control. A thirst that left her panting, and Nik… Nik had been right there, his neck promising to end the burn in her throat, and the smell of blood was so strong, she just lost it.
Until, of course, her thirst had been satiated, and she discovered her child was gone.
Everything after that had been a blur.
Their brothers wanted to get away from the village once the White Oak and the vervain was burned, but something told the sisters to stay, if only for one decade more.
Finn and Niklaus, if only to please Freya and Rebekah, agreed on the spot. Elijah, too hurt by the pain of losing Tatia, though, had been unable to stay. They made an oath, though. To be by each other's side if ever needed, always and forever.
Kol… it took some convincing, specially from his twin, but he eventually agreed to stay. Rebekah and Freya then gifted him with the same spell that allowed Rebekah to still do magic, turning him into the second Siphoner ever.
They all retired more into the woods, keeping themselves away from the main village and the werewolves, and their efforts payed off when the last White Oak grew, and they finally burned them all, White Knight included.
Rebekah had cried a river when the toy burned, but Niklaus had promptly carved another for her, from black walnut, and that very night, they discovered their ability to use compulsion on humans and werewolves alike.
And then they travelled. Together.
Back to the old lands, dancing through the centuries, travelling to every inch of the world, enjoying their lives as only they could.
And what if Rebekah and Freya sometimes got visions and bad feelings that made them forcefully change their family's plans? Their brothers would b angry at them for a very long time, but then, they would always, always forgive them.
They were the Mikaelsons. The Original Family.
Always and forever.
@shadowhunteds, @hannahthefandomgirl
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Scene 1, Scene 2, Scene 3, Scene 4, Scene 5, Scene 6, Scene 7, Scene 8, Scene 9, Scene 10, Scene 11, Scene 12 ~ The end?
*{My Ying, My Yang}
1, 2,
I honestly thought I wouldn’t have wifi at the hospice. But here you have, 506 words.
A/N: Again, the story did what it wanted, and not what I had thought it would do. I must remind you all that I’m quite new to the fandom, so comments would help (this whole thing is supposed to help me improve my writting skills. And my ability to get over Writer’s Block). Anyway, this train of a storyline has certainly went on without me having any say about it... Btw, this get’s old, but half-siblings incest in this series, so beware.
Day 8/TO Scene 10
Niklaus woke up to the smell of blood.
Copious amounts of it.
Rebekah, once again, lied in a puddle of blood, and he desperately wanted to believe it wasn't hers.
But there was a knife by her side, and she had been cut open, their child taken from her. And he would have raged, if he had been able to, found whoever took their baby and make them pay, if only his precious Rebekah hadn't needed him.
He held her between his arms, softly rocking her back and forward. She had to be sleeping, maybe tired by whatever had happened after her eyes turned red and she broke his neck (and he would have been summarily annoyed with her for that if he hadn't found her bleeding out), for she was still warm and her blood was rapidly dwindling his ability to reason, specially since it was already past midnight and the daily meal hadn't arrived.
But she was Rebekah, his Rebekah, hand he had sworn that she would never find herself at the wrong end of his hybrid teeth, and the hunger that consumed him wouldn't make him break his promise, damn it. He was strong, stronger than his siblings, the only hybrid in the whole world, and Rebekah needed him, and why wasn't she waking up?
Ohhh, but she did.
He was still rocking her, her face held carefully by his neck, when he felt it. Her fangs tearing into his skin, her lips drawing his blood into her, and everything seemed to vanish. It was only them. It would always be them.
When she actually regained the ability to think, the heightened emotions Nik's proximity had caused finally receding somewhat, she was able to put certain facts together.
Her sudden uprising disturbed Niklaus, in whose chest she had been comfortably lying not long ago, but her frantic search along her own body brought him back to reality too.
She had no real time to say anything, though, because right then the door was forcibly opened, a dark haired woman with a stern expression entering without regards to the still half-naked couple, who just so happened to be covered in blood too.
“I'm here for what is due to me” said the woman, dark eyes fixed now in Rebekah, as if the man by her side didn't even exist. There was another woman, not too far from them, as the couple could hear, but Niklaus didn't wait.
He saw a threat and acted, which got him in a rather painful situation when said woman put him down with a mere wave of her hand, his bones breaking and his blood boiling in his veins, and through the haze that had cover his partner's mind since her eyes caught sight of the woman, Rebekah was able to understand several things at once with a painful clarity.
The dark haired woman was Dahlia, her mother's elder sister. She had taken her baby from her. And she had dared to hurt Niklaus.
Rebekah pounced on her.
@shadowhunteds, @hannahthefandomgirl
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A/N: No, I have no idea of what I’m doing This all has a purpose I swear.
Day 7/TO Scene 9
He barely made it in time to stop the knife.
Rebekah's eyes were glowing red again, and she would have put him down jut as harshly as she had done with Nik, whose neck showed an unnatural curve mere meters from her, if he hadn't said that which would give their mother pause.
“I know the way to save Rebekah's magic!”
It would have sounded weird, to any who heard, but he knew he wasn't really talking to Rebekah at that moment. And even if the knowledge that Esther had as far as to invade his twin's body for her own purposes made his blood boil, there were things far more important. Like saving her bloody baby. “I know you never meant for the baby to live, but… Can you truly do this? End our natural bloodline like this? Leave all your children without the magic they were born with?”
“Rebekah mustn't have this baby.”
“Hear me out, please” muttered Kol, trying to ignore the harsh growl coming from his twin's mouth. “You had a spell… One that would keep Niklaus' werewolf nature to sleep, if he ever unleashed that curse, didn't you? Well, why can't we use a similar spell to put this baby's vampire nature to sleep? I could take him away, and no one would have to know he ever survived. And in doing so, Rebekah could siphon his magic, from his vampire blood, and thus still be a witch, even after your special spell...”
“Why would I leave this baby alive? What reason do you have, Kol, to want to protect him?”
“Your visions. I know you had them, and I know they brought you to put the means to allow that baby's existence. And as much as I hate Niklaus right now, Mother, that baby is my twin's child. That's all I need. Please. Once Rebekah has a constant source from which to siphon her powers, taking Dahlia down will be even easier. That's what you want, first and foremost, don't you?”
He knew he was on thin ice. Her mother's visions were still mostly an enigma, an enigma he had been trying to decipher for the ten months they had been trapped under the barrier, but what he had discovered had been, he hoped, enough.
He really should have seen what happened next coming. Mother's madness, after all, had hurt Rebekah the most. And with the Doppelgänger's blood still linked to her system, as with Niklaus' human blood, Kol should have expected some last harming act.
For once the siphoning spell was done, what remained of Tatia Petrova's blood used again in a Mikaelson, Esther made Rebekah open her womb with the same knife she used to take her life, taking the baby from his mother's body as if she hadn't just gutted her own daughter up.
“I won't be able to take her over anymore, Kol. But if this baby stays with her, be sure that it won't live long.”
Rebekah's eyes turned blue again, her mother's influence leaving her bleeding to death by her lover's side, her son (so gruesomely taken from her body), in her brother's arms.
“Don't worry, Bex” he said, seeing the life bled from his twin before running away with her wretched child. “I'll take care of everything...”
x_x_x_x
The night the White Oaks were burned, Ansel found a baby in his bed. Only a scrap of paper was on top of him, bundled as he was in what looked like a man's shirt:
“Erik, son of Niklaus, thus your grandson, though he carries Mikael's blood too.
May he live well in your care, as his family has met an unfortunate demise…”
Ansel fell to his knees, right then. He had known, that something bad had happened to Esther and her children, but he had certainly not expected this. However, through the pain of knowing his son was now truly lost to him, he still thanked the gods, both the old and the new, for even if he had lost a son, he may as yet have been given another.
@shadowhunteds, @hannahthefandomgirl.
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Day 6/TO Scene 8
The barrier that had kept the Mikaelsons locked in their lands went down with the sun, and Kol was the very first one to go away.
Finn was the second, but his depart wasn't as hurtful as the first for Rebekah, mainly because she was happy to finally be free of his judgemental presence. She had never been close to him anyway, so when he manifested his disgust at her union with Niklaus, and the child growing in her from said union, she merely ignored him, answered back with as much discord as she was able to muster, putting him down with her magic or simply let Nik deal with him.
But Kol…
Her twin had been the first to hear her baby's heartbeat, and had been avoiding her ever since. Nik had been right by her side, fierce and protective as any dragon, and Elijah had been quietly supportive, but it just wasn't the same.
Just as her love for Niklaus was incomparable with her love for anyone else (except maybe their baby), her connection with Kol couldn't be compared or substituted by any other.
Sometimes she thought that if he had showed despise, or disgust, as Finn had, maybe she would have been able to deal with it better. But he hadn't.
Every time she had caught him looking at her, he looked… Sad. So incredibly sad Rebekah had lost her breath, and yet whenever she tried to approach him, he found ways to avoid her.
She had tried to avoid him too, then, just to spite him, but she found out pretty quickly that the differences between her and her brothers where growing by the day. As the months passed, her main comfort was Nik, muttering stories to their child, or just drawing her.
And yet, when she was alone, reading something on their mother's grimoire, or just thinking something silly, she would suddenly stop, turning to comment something to her twin, just to met air. And it hurt.
Dahlia had to be close, he knew (the barrier wouldn't have fallen if she wasn't). Just as he knew which had to be his first stop.
Kol was sure that Elijah wouldn't take long to go looking for her, but busy as he would be, making sure Rebekah had food and the ingredients she needed for her spells while Niklaus stayed to protect her, there was time.
So he went to her house, and the Doppelgänger, that foolish girl that had been about to tear Elijah and Niklaus apart, hurting his twin so badly in the process, didn't have enough time to ask anything before he tore her throat apart, making sure most of her blood ended up in the bottle he had brought specially for it.
A baby started crying somewhere in the house, but he paid it no attention whatsoever.
With Dahlia close enough for the barrier to fall, he knew it wouldn't be long until Esther's spell was fulfilled.
And Rebekah would have to cast several spells first. After all, it was bad enough that he had lost his magic. His twin would be losing her baby soon. He would make sure that, at least, her magic wasn't taken from her as well.
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A/N: Well, to whoever is reading this (specially to my most beloved supporters in this, @shadowhunteds and @hannahthefandomgirl), trigger warnings.
I must say, I’ve never been pregnant, and thus have never lost a child (keep in mind this scene doesn’t allude to an abortion, but to a suicide attempt), so I can in no way be sure of having projected the effects of said loss properly. Also, for some reason I can’t currently connect with my darker thoughts, so I sincerely apologize if this doesn’t come up as the fucked up situation it is. If I keep posponig it, next time I see, three years will have passed. I may go back to this at a later date, if inspiration truly kicks in.
Anyway, I hope it’s at least clear that I feel the upmost respect for these themes.
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