"The Originals" fanfiction series. Alternative Season Five.
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Displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, Horror, and Witchcraft.
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Chapter One - Hungry Like The Hybrid (4,474 words)
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Chapter Two - Blood Remembers What Time Buries (3,683 words)
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Chapter Three - The Hollow Crown of Vengeance (3,574 words)
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Chapter Four - Spectres of The Past (4,261 words)
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Chapter Four: Spectres of The Past
The lawn outside the old witch’s house was cloaked in silence, the air heavy with anticipation. It felt less like a meeting place and more like a mausoleum. Hayley and Klaus walked side by side, both dressed in black, as if attending a funeral. Their footsteps were slow, deliberate, the weight of what was to come, pressing down on them like fog.
“Caroline promised to keep Hope busy today,” Hayley said, her voice low. “So, she doesn’t interrupt whatever happens here. It’s a good thing our daughter is best friends with the headmaster’s daughters. A miracle, considering you did murder Alaric’s ex-girlfriend.”
Klaus rolled his eyes. “I can’t say I’m particularly thrilled about how all this has come together. Especially how quickly.” He glanced at her. “Did you get a chance to spend time with Elijah? How is he?”
Hayley sighed. “Conflicted. Still reeling from the return of his memories. He wants to trust this witch—for many reasons. Me? I can’t see a way around dealing with him eventually. But I still say this is our best option. For Hope’s sake.”
She pauses, eyes narrowing on the house ahead. “We deal with Gunnar after we deal with the Hollow.”
Waiting for them at the edge of the lawn stood the immortal witch himself, dressed in another theatrical ensemble—black silk and tailored lines, a designer’s vision of grief and grandeur. He looked like he belonged in a painting, or a prophecy.
“I’m pleased to learn of your distrust,” Gunnar said to Hayley, his voice smooth, almost amused. “You’d be a fool to trust anyone so quickly. Especially someone like me. I see your daughter gets her smarts from you.”
Klaus stepped forward, his tone sharp. “If you’re thinking of pulling some treacherous trick today, I’d advise against it—for your own sake… Gunnar Petrova.”
Gunnar smiled, unbothered. “I see Elijah has caught you up. Good. So, you know I hold no ill will toward your family. Though I wouldn’t mind finishing our fight one day—if only to amuse my curiosity.”
He turned to Klaus, voice softening with mock sincerity. “You can relax, Niklaus. I simply want to help you be a better father than yours ever was to you. The power I’ll gain will be a bonus, of course. But being selfless gets you nowhere.”
Hayley’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know Elijah is fond of you. That he thinks of you like a son.”
Klaus flinched at that, though he masked his shock quickly.
“I hope we can learn to trust you like he wants us to,” Hayley continued. “But if not, you’ll find your place among the witches buried here.”
A blur of motion cut through the air, and Kol appeared beside them, dress in black, his smirk razor-sharp.
“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” he said, eyeing Gunnar. “So, you’re Tatia’s little brat. All grown up.”
Gunnar laughed, the sound rich and theatrical, before another blur signalled Elijah’s arrival. He stood tall in an impeccable black suit, his presence grounding the tension that crackled between them all.
In the distance, Rebekah approached with Freya at her side, both dressed in black, their expressions solemn.
Hayley looked around at the gathering of the Mikaelson siblings, the immortal witch standing among them like a shadow stitched into their bloodline.
“I guess it’s time to get this family reunion started,” she said, her voice steady. “Before all hell breaks loose.”
The grounds of the old witch’s house had never felt more alive—or more cursed. The air was thick with tension, the soil beneath their feet pulsing with ancient magic, as if the land itself remembered every spell ever cast upon it. The sky above had dimmed unnaturally, clouds swirling in slow, ominous spirals. Shadows clung to the trees like watching spirits.
Gunnar stood at the centre of the ritual circle, his black designer ensemble immaculate, theatrical, and utterly out of place among the decay. To his right, Klaus and Rebekah stood like statues carved from suspicion. To his left, Elijah and Kol—one composed, the other bristling with barely restrained violence.
Freya and Hayley faced them.
“If any complications arise during the transference,” Gunnar said, voice smooth and cold, “Freya can draw upon the magic of this marked land. It’s steeped in centuries of death and power.”
Rebekah’s eyes narrowed. “A complication like you hijacking the spell and turning it into our execution?”
Freya’s voice was steady, but her fingers twitched with tension. “I’m the one casting the spell, Rebekah. I will not allow any interference. If Gunnar betrays us, it’ll be after the spell is complete—not during.”
“Oh, good,” Rebekah muttered. “So, after we’ve handed the power of the world’s most feared witch over to him.”
Hayley’s gaze didn’t waver. “We killed Inadu. We’ll kill Gunnar.” She looked to Elijah. “If it comes to that.”
Klaus’ voice was low and certain. “Oh, it most certainly will.”
Gunnar chuckled, mocking. “At least give a witch a head start… or not.”
“Enough,” Elijah said, stepping forward. “No one will be killing anyone today.” He turned to Freya. “Begin the spell, sister.”
Freya nodded, her voice dropping into a chant—low, rhythmic, and ancient. The earth responded, groaning softly beneath them. The ritual had begun.
A dark blue aura flared around Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol. It wasn’t gentle—it clawed at them, tendrils of corrupted magic slithering across their skin, burrowing into their bones. The Hollow’s magic was not just power—it was pure evil. It whispered into the ears, promising ruin, demanding sacrifice. It was the magic of possession, of decay, of madness. It had no form now, only intent: to consume.
Their bodies trembled, eyes flickering with pain as the Hollow stirred within them, resisting the pull of the spell.
Then Gunnar’s body began to smoke—not with heat, but with shadow. Black mist rose from his skin, curling around him like a living shroud. His magic was different. It was precise, elegant, but no less terrifying. Gunnar’s power was parasitic, refined through centuries of draining supernatural essence. It didn’t scream—it whispered. It didn’t burn—it bled.
The black smoke around him shimmered, then began to shift—darkening to a shade of midnight blue as the Hollow’s aura began to transfer. The Mikaelson siblings staggered, their knees buckling, as threads of blue light unravelled from their bodies and drifted toward the immortal witch.
The moment the two magics met, the air cracked like thunder.
The Hollow resisted, shrieking through the wind, a chorus of spectral voices echoing across the burial ground. The trees groaned. The sky darkened further. Freya’s voice rose, commanding the spell to hold, to bind, to obey.
The black-blue smoke around Gunnar thickened, pulsing with unnatural energy. His eyes rolled back, then snapped open—now glowing with an otherworldly blue, like twin eclipses burning in the sockets of a man who had just become something more—and perhaps, something far worse.
The smoke vanished.
Gunnar stood alone at the centre of the circle, his breath steady, his expression unreadable. The Hollow was inside him now. And for the first time in centuries, it was quiet.
But the silence was not peace.
It was waiting.
Hope stepped into the Mystic Grill, expecting the usual midday chaos—clattering plates, laughter, the scent of grease and coffee. But the moment she crossed the threshold, the world shifted.
The lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow, casting soft shadows across the polished wood. A single table near the window had been set apart from the rest, dressed in white linen, flickering candles, and a vase of wildflowers—lavender, baby’s breath, and a single blue hydrangea. Her breath caught.
It was quiet. Intimate. Intentional.
She barely registered the soft music playing until Landon stepped out from behind the bar, his hands slightly trembling, his smile shy but radiant. He held a single white rose, and his eyes—those gentle, searching eyes—locked onto hers like she was the only person in the world.
“Surprise,” he said, voice soft but steady.
Hope blinked, stunned. “Landon… What is this?”
“Our first date,” he said, offering her the rose. “I wanted it to be something special. Something just for you.
She took the rose slowly, her fingers brushing his. The contact sent a quiet thrill through her. “You did all this?”
“Well,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mrs Forbes-Salvatore helped. I don’t know how she managed to convince my boss to close the place for lunch.”
Hope laughed, the sound light and disbelieving. Her heart was racing—not from danger, not from magic—but from the sheer vulnerability of being seen. “You’re serious.”
Landon pulled out her chair, his movements careful, reverent. “Sit. Please.”
She did, still absorbing the moment. Hope looked at him, really looked at him. His nerves were visible in the way he tapped his thumb against the edge of the table, but his gaze never wavered. He was here. Present. Vulnerable. And she felt herself soften.
“No one’s ever done something like this for me,” she said quietly.
Landon reached across the table, his hand finding hers. “Then it’s about time someone did.”
Her fingers curled around his, and the warmth of his touch grounded her. Their hands remained entwined as the candles flickered between them, casting golden light across their faces.
Caroline looked up from her desk just as a blur of motion swept into her office. Klaus Mikaelson stood before her, sharp in his tailored coat, eyes already locked onto hers with that familiar intensity that made her pulse skip. She rose instinctively, smoothing her blazer, though her composure was already fraying at the edges.
“When I heard you were distracting my daughter from gatecrashing the transference,” Klaus said, voice low and laced with amusement. “I had every confidence in you. But now I hear you’ve set her up on a date with the Mystic Grill dishwasher.”
Caroline smirked, stepping around her desk, the distance between them shrinking. “Hey, if the Mystic Grill dishwasher was good enough for your sister…”
Klaus moved closer, his gaze lingering. “I had hoped for better for my daughter.”
“Landon is a great kid,” Caroline said, her voice softening. “Human. Normal. Incredibly so. Hope has liked him for a long time, and he’s liked her. I figured she deserved a little normal in the middle of all the chaos that comes with being your daughter.”
Klaus’ expression flickered—pride, protectiveness, and something else. “Do you make a habit of matchmaking your students?”
Caroline scoffed, but her smile faltered just slightly. “Hayley was in on it too.” She paused, searching his face. “How did thing go with the immortal witch?”
He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Not as painful as learning my daughter is on her first date. Overall, it went… alarmingly well. My siblings are finally rid of the Hollow, and the Immortal Witch got what he wanted.”
“Well, that’s good,” Caroline said, though her voice held a note of caution. “Assuming he doesn’t use his newfound power to become a problem for Mystic Falls—especially my students.”
Klaus gave a low chuckle. “Oh, he’ll be trouble. But not for Mystic Falls. I don’t see him lingering here much longer. Not when my siblings and I don’t intend to.”
Caroline’s smile faltered, just for a moment. “So, you’re leaving already?”
“Not straight away,” Klaus said, catching the shift in her tone. “I’ve got some father-daughter bonding to do—as ordered by a certain bossy headmistress.”
Caroline laughed, the sound light and familiar. “Technically, Alaric is the headmaster. I’m more on the recruiting side these days. It’s a great excuse for me to travel the world while looking for a way to stop the Merge.”
She hesitated, then added, “I don’t suppose your immortal witch has any experience with the Gemini Coven. He likes to drain magic. My girls like to siphon. Maybe there’s a connection?”
Klaus shook his head. “I’m afraid he got what he wanted from us. Whenever we see him next, I highly doubt he’ll be in a helpful mood.”
Caroline sighed, her gaze drifting to the window. “Then I guess I’ll be heading to Croatia soon to meet up with Bonnie. She knows some people there…”
Klaus’ expression softened. “If anyone can stop your girls from having to merge, it’s Bonnie Bennett. She’s an annoyingly resourceful witch. That, I know firsthand.”
Caroline smiled, but her eyes lingered on him longer than necessary. “Perhaps we can catch up while you’re still here. Before I head off.”
Klaus’s reply came without hesitation, his voice low and sincere. “I would love to.”
Their eyes met, and the air between them shifted—charged, familiar, aching. There was history in that silence. Years of near-misses, of words left unsaid, of moments stolen and never claimed. Caroline felt it in the way her breath caught, in the way Klaus looked at her like he still remembered every detail of the last time they stood this close.
Gunnar crashed through the cabin door like a wounded animal, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged and shallow. The woods behind him pulsed with unnatural silence, as if the trees themselves recoiled from the force now clawing through his veins. He stumbled forward, barely upright, his limbs trembling with the effort of resisting the Hollow’s grip.
Inside, the cabin was dark, the air thick with dust and dread. Shadows clung to the corners like cobwebs spun from nightmares. Gunnar collapsed against the wall, convulsing, his body arching violently. It felt as though something beneath his skin was trying to tear its way out—something ancient, ravenous, and cruel.
The Hollow was inside him now.
It wasn’t a possession. It was a desecration. A force that didn’t whisper—it screamed. It didn’t tempt—it tore. Every heartbeat was a blade. Every breath, a war cry against oblivion.
And then—she appeared.
Esther Mikaelson.
She stepped from the shadows, pristine and composed, her presence impossibly calm, amid chaos. But Gunnar’s eyes flared with hatred. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding.
“You,” he spat, voice cracked and venomous.
Esther smiled, her voice a lullaby twisted into mockery. “This, unfortunately, happens when little children go running around playing with magic they do not understand.”
Gunnar’s body convulsed again, a groan escaping his throat like a dying animal. “You are not real,” he gasped. “You will not trick me.”
But her eyes glowed an otherworldly blue—the same hue now burning behind his own. Her form shimmered, twisted, and then changed.
Tatia Petrova stood before him.
His mother.
Gunnar’s breath hitched. His body stilled. The pain didn’t stop, but something deeper cracked inside him. She looked just as he remembered—soft eyes, gentle features—but her expression was cold, cruel.
“You finally found something that will consume you,” she said, voice laced with venom, “instead of you doing the consuming.”
“No,” Gunnar whispered, eyes wide. “You were not Esther… and you are not my mother.”
Tatia’s smile was a dagger. “It’s okay to give in. Yes, you’ll die a bitter disappointment to your father and me, but that’s something you’ve been all your life. Let the Hollow devour you, as you’ve devoured so many.”
Gunnar’s voice cracked. “Go to hell.”
Her form twisted again, grotesquely, until it became Henrik Mikaelson. The youngest sibling. The innocent. His face was pale, eyes wide with sorrow, but the wounds from his death were fresh—gaping, glistening, as if the werewolves had torn into him only moments ago.
“You should have died when I did,” Henrik said, voice soft and damning. “It would’ve spared you this excuse for an existence. The Hollow will not stop until there’s nothing left of you. Stop fighting it. Let it win. Maybe then… you’ll finally find peace.”
Gunnar’s scream tore through the cabin like a banshee’s wail. “I don’t want peace!” he roared. “I want vengeance!”
He dropped to his knees, groaning, the sound inhuman—a chorus of agony and rage. The walls trembled. The air thickened. Shadows danced across the floor like spectres drawn to his suffering. The cabin itself seemed to breathe, its wooden bones creaking under the weight of his torment.
And then—silence.
The butler stepped into the room, his face pale, eyes wide with genuine fear. “Master Petrova…”
Gunnar rose slowly, the tremors gone, the sweat dried. His posture straightened, his breath steadied. The madness receded behind a mask of composure.
But his eyes still burned.
“Prepare the car,” he said, voice calm, almost cheerful. “It’s time to get the hell out of town and move on to the big city.”
“The real fun,” he whispered, “is about to begin.”
Elijah’s footsteps were slow and deliberate as he made his way up the dirt track, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the winding road. The forest around him was quiet, unnaturally so, as if holding its breath. He knew where he was headed—the cabin where Gunnar had been staying since arriving in Mystic Falls. But this wasn’t just a check-in.
He needed to see him.
To know he was still alive.
To reconnect with the man, he once saw as a son.
A blur of motion cut through the trees, and suddenly Hayley stood in front of him, her hybrid speed halting him mid-step. Her expression was firm, protective.
“I don’t think it’s wise for you to go and see him so soon after the transference,” she said. “Now, he may really have the power to take us all out.”
Elijah didn’t flinch. “Or he could have taken the power that’s going to kill him. Sacrificing himself—for us. He could be dangerous, yes. But he could also be dying… alone. And I owe it to Tatia—no, I owe it to him—not to leave him that way.”
Hayley sighed, her shoulders softening. “Fine. But I’m coming with you.”
They began walking side by side, the silence between them filled with share memories and unspoken truths.
“Gunnar is a far cry from the boy I once knew,” Elijah said quietly. “He and Henrik used to be inseparable. Best of friends. Until…”
“Henrik’s death, the death that started all of this,” Hayley finished. “The loss that pushed Esther into casting the spell that made you and your siblings into vampires. The spell that gave you the bloodlust that led to…”
Elijah’s face twisted with guilt. “Me killing Tatia.”
Hayley glanced at him, her smirk bittersweet. “I like him. As far as psychotic serial killers go. I think he even complimented me earlier. And Hope.” She laughed softly. “So, what’s not to like? Of course, if he comes for anyone I care about, I’ll rip his heart out of his chest without hesitation. But right now, I see a possibility of him and I getting along.”
She stopped walking, placing a hand on Elijah’s arm to stop him too. Her gaze was steady. “Now that you’ve filled in some of the blanks about his history…”
“You want me to fill in some of my own,” Elijah said, voice low.
He looked out toward the cabin, then back at her. “For five years, I had no memories. No sense of who I was… what I was. At first, I didn’t even know I was a vampire. I had to relearn everything. But I knew—there was something missing. Someone.”
He pauses, eyes meeting hers. “You.”
Hayley’s breath caught.
“I was lost,” Elijah continued. “And then I found that bar you saw me play in. once I got my bloodlust under control, I started to live a relatively normal life…”
They resumed walking, slower now, the cabin drawing closer.
“That’s when you met her,” Hayley said, her voice tinged with sadness. “I’m not mad. You didn’t even know who you were… who is she?”
Elijah’s voice was quiet, reverent. “Someone I loved deeply. Someone who loved me deeply. Someone I built a life with. A life I was content with. But now… my memories have returned. And I know who I am. I know the only one I truly love is you.”
Hayley looked away, blinking against the sting in her eyes. “For all either of us knew, we might never have seen each other again. You’re not the only one who found someone during the last five years.”
They stopped outside the cabin grounds, the air heavier here, charged with residual magic and something darker.
“Oh…” Elijah said, the word barely audible.
“He’s nice,” Hayley said. “He’s normal. And even Hope likes him.
Elijah’s jaw tightened. “Hope has met him?”
She nodded.
“So, you have someone,” he said slowly. “And I have someone. Where exactly does that leave us now?”
Hayley’s voice was barely a whisper. “I wish I knew.”
The wind stirred the trees, and the cabin loomed ahead; silent, waiting. But the real storm was already here, standing between them, wrapped in memory, longing, and the ache of what might have been.
The cabin door creaked open, and Gunnar stepped out into the afternoon light, his silhouette sharp. His dark coat fluttered in the breeze, his posture rigid, but there was a tremor in his fingers—subtle but telling. Behind him, his butler followed, ever dutiful though his eyes lingered on his master with a flicker of unease.
“I told you, I’m perfectly fine,” Gunnar muttered, brushing invisible dust from his lapel. “You just focus on getting me to the city. Then you can start your well-earned retirement.”
He paused mid-step, his gaze catching on two figures approaching from the tree line. Elijah and Hayley. His jaw tightened.
“Prepare the car,” he said, voice clipped.
The butler gave a silent nod and moved toward the vehicle, leaving Gunnar to face the pair alone.
Elijah offered a faint smile as they closed the distance. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t travel anywhere without a servant to pack and unpack that expensive wardrobe of yours. Leaving so soon?”
Hayley’s tone was gentler. “We just wanted to check in. See how you’re holding up.”
Gunnar’s lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “How sweet. But after getting what I wanted, I see no reason to linger. It’s a little too woodsy for my liking. I said goodbye to that life a long time ago.”
Elijah stepped forward, his voice quiet but firm. “How are you? Really?”
Gunnar opened his mouth to respond—but then froze.
Behind Elijah, a figure shimmered into view. Tatia. Her presence was spectral, her beauty untouched by time, but her eyes were hollow, accusing. Only Gunnar could see her.
“Don’t be fooled by him,” she said, her voice like wind through dead leaves. “Not like I was. We both know how that ended, don’t we?”
Gunnar blinked hard, jaw clenched, but he didn’t look at her. He focused on Elijah instead, forcing his voice into something steady.
“The Hollow is gone. Your family is reunited. There’s no need for small talk. We both got what we needed. Now, if you don’t mind, I have places to be.”
Hayley stepped forward, concern etched into her features. “I know you’re used to siphoning all kinds of magic, but the Hollow is something else. You helped us. If you need help now…we’re here.”
Tatia’s voice slithered through his mind again, cruel and intimate. “You can’t blame her for loving a Mikaelson. Just another victim, destined to end like me.”
“Shut up!” Gunnar snapped, his voice cracking like a whip. The outburst echoed through the trees, startling birds from their perches.
He turned sharply to Hayley, eyes wild for a heartbeat before he masked it with a sneer. “I don’t require anyone’s help. It was you who needed mine. I gave it. And now I’m bored.”
Elijah’s brow furrowed. “Who were you shouting at?”
“You,” Gunnar said quickly, bluffing. “All this ‘we’re here for you’ talk just makes me want to throw up.”
Elijah’s gaze sharpened. “Then why weren’t you looking at us?”
Gunnar didn’t answer. He turned away.
“Goodbye, Elijah,” he said over his shoulder. Then, to Hayley, “Good luck. You’ll need it.”
He strode toward the car, his boat billowing behind him like a shadow trying to outrun its master.
Hayley watched him go, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Hollow is messing with him…right?”
Elijah nodded, his expression grim. “Most definitely.”
They stood in silence as the car door slammed shut and the engine roared to life.
“If there’s a way I can help him…” Elijah began.
“We will, Hayley said, her voice resolute.
But as the car disappeared down the winding road, neither of them could shake the feeling that they were already too late.
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Chapter Three: The Hollow Crown of Vengeance
Freya Mikaelson paced the edge of the Salvatore Boarding School grounds. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting fractured light across the lawn. Phone pressed to her ear, she spoke in hushed tones, her voice taut with concern.
“I’m telling you, Keelin,” she said, glancing toward the distant school façade. “Hope’s gotten herself tangled up with this so-called Immortal Witch. Hayley’s with her now—lunch at the Mystic Grill—but I don’t trust him. Not one bit.”
She paused, listening to the werewolf’s voice on the other end, her expression softening briefly before sharpening again.
“Something about him, about all this feels…wrong.” She murmured.
A sudden blur of motion cut through the air, and Kol appeared before her, hands in his coat pockets, smirking.
Freya blinked, startled, then quickly recovered. “I’ll phone you back later,” she said into the receiver, ending the call/
Kol tilted his head. “Well, if it isn’t the long-lost sister. I was hoping to run into my niece before the less pleasant family reunions began.”
Freya smiled, stepping forward to embrace him. “It’s good to see you again.” She pulled back, her tone light but tinged with regret. “You know, as a non-infected sibling, it would’ve been nice to have been invited to your wedding. It would’ve been my honour to attend.”
Kol’s smile faded. “After what you and Elijah did to my wife, I wasn’t about to insult her by suggesting you attend the happiest day of our lives.”
Freya nodded, accepting the blow. “That’s fair… Still, it would’ve been nice if another Mikaelson had shown up.”
“Rebekah did,” Kol said, his voice distant. “Briefly. Before The Hollow’s presence killed Davina’s bouquet. Luckily, we had a backup. I knew there was no way she’d miss a wedding—especially with Marcel in attendance.”
Freya’s brows lifted. “Rebekah never said.”
Kol shrugged. “I’ve forgiven you. I think even Davina has, in her own way. But…”
Freya’s gaze dropped, her voice quiet. “I understand. What Elijah and I did… it was for the greater good of our family. Davina is part of that family now. And if it takes an eternity to make it up to her, we will.”
Kol studied her for a moment, then nodded. “It’s good to see you too, sister.”
They stood in silence for a beat, the wind stirring the trees around them.
Kol broke it first. “What do you make of this witch our niece has entangled herself with? Davina and I did some digging, but everything we found could be summed up as…”
“Myth,” Freya finished. “I’ve heard the stories. So did Aunt Dahlia. But if there was any truth to them, she—of all people—would’ve found it.”
Kol smirked. “Even if she did, it’s not like she would’ve shared it with you.”
“True,” Freya admitted. “Still… for some witch of legend to show up out of nowhere, claiming to have all the answers to our five-year nightmare? It just seems…”
“Too good to be true,” Kol said. “Like we’re trading one curse for another. And if he really has the power to banish The Hollow…”
He paused, eyes darkening.
“…then he might be an even bigger threat than Inadu ever was.”
Freya looked out across the field, the weight of possibility pressing down on her chest. The wind whispered through the trees, and somewhere in the distance, the shadows stirred.
The sun hung low over Mystic Falls, casting long shadows across the pavement as Hope and Hayley stepped out of the Mystic Grill. Laughter and clinking glasses faded behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of anticipation. Hope’s eyes scanned the street—and then she saw him.
Klaus.
He stood just beyond the curb, arms folded, gaze fixed on her with a mixture of awe and restraint. For a heartbeat, Hope didn’t move. Then she broke into a run.
“Dad!” she cried, voice cracking with joy.
Klaus barely had time to brace before she collided with him, arms wrapping tightly around his torso. He pulled her in, fierce and protective, burying his face in her hair. The world fell away. After all this time—after distance, danger, and silence—he was finally holding his daughter again.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Caroline Forbes tells me you’ve kept yourself busy in my absence.” He chuckled softly. “If I wasn’t so happy to see you, I’d be furious right now.”
Hayley approached slowly, watching them with a quiet smile. As father and daughter broke apart, she raised an eyebrow.
“Please tell me you took the time to see if this witch was legit before you killed him.”
Klaus turned to her, his expression unreadable. “He’s still alive… for now. The question of his legitimacy is currently being investigated by Elijah.”
Hayley froze. “Elijah?” Her voice faltered. “How is he?”
Klaus glanced at Hope, then back to Hayley. “The Immortal Witch restored his memories.”
Hope smirked, arms crossed. “Told you. I knew this guy would be the answer. I knew it.”
Hayley’s breath caught. “He remembers… He’s here, and he remembers.”
Klaus nodded, a rare warmth in his eyes. “He’s back, Hayley.”
Hope stepped forward, her tone smug. “Thanks to the Immortal Witch—who I got on the case. If he can reverse a compulsion made by a former regent witch and an upgraded original-slash-beast, he can kick the Hollow’s ass. And let’s be honest, if I’d left it up to the adults, you wouldn’t have even considered looking into him, let alone tracking him down and getting him on side.”
Klaus scoffed. “We don’t know he’s on our side yet, little wolf. Granted, Elijah has his memories back, but if the Hollow can’t be banished…”
“He can do it,” Hope said firmly. “I know he can. This will work. You just have to trust him.”
Klaus’ eyes narrowed. “That’s where the problem lies.”
“Then trust me,” Hope said, stepping closer. “Trust my instincts. I know he’s the answer.”
Hayley interjected. “I’m with our daughter on this one. Reluctantly.”
Klaus sighed. “Elijah seems to be on your side too,” he said to Hope. “And I know you’ve got Kol wrapped around your finger…”
Hayley’s eyes sharpened. “Elijah trusts this witch?”
Klaus hesitated. “As it turns out, he knows the witch. I know him too. He’s someone from our past.”
Hope’s brow furrowed. “Enemy or friend?”
Hayley didn’t miss a beat. “It’s usually the first.”
Klaus nodded grimly. “That’s what Elijah is currently off trying to find out.”
The wind stirred the trees around them, and for a moment, the air felt heavier; charged with the weight of old sins and new hope.
The Witch Burial Ground lay silent beneath a veil of morning mist, its soil steeped in centuries of forgotten spells and whispered curses. The derelict house at its heart stood like a mausoleum—its walls crumbling, its windows hollowed out by time. Vines strangled the porch beams, and the air pulsed with residual magic, old and bitter.
Gunnar stood alone among the graves, dressed in another designer ensemble—tailored black, sharp lines, a silhouette that belong more to a runway than a ruin. Yet here he was, motionless, contemplative, staring at the decaying house as if it held answers he’d long stopped asking.
Elijah appeared beside the immortal witch in a blur, his presence cutting through the silence like a blade.
“If you could drain the dead,” Elijah said coldly, “I’d suspect you of hunting here.”
Gunnar turned slowly, his expression unreadable. “It may be well known that I’ve dug a grave or two,” he replied, voice smooth as silk over stone. “But I’m above robbing one. If you must know, I can drain any kind of magic that still lingers—marked land, spells cast, creatures made…”
Elijah smirked, though his eyes remained sharp. “I get your not-so-subtle hint.” He paused. “What are you up to? Really?”
The immortal witch gestured to the ground around them. “Here? I may be above draining marked land, but I’m not blind to its usefulness. I’m preparing a spell—one that depends on you and your siblings, of course.”
He stepped forward, gaze steady. “It was your mother who killed mine, Elijah. But I hold no ill will toward you or your family. Have our encounters over the centuries not proved that?”
Elijah’s voice darkened. “I told you to stay away from them. I warned you.”
“I’ve never taken well to orders,” Gunnar said with a faint smirk. “I stayed in the shadows where I thrive. But this predicament you’ve found yourselves in… it just so happens I have the only solution. One that benefits all.”
He looked away, voice softening. “I’ve been cursed longer than I can remember. Forced to take lives to prolong my own. Forced to feed an unquenchable hunger. And now, finally, I may be able to do something about that.”
Elijah’s jaw tightened. “I know the horrors you’ve endured. I wanted you not to go down that path all those years go. I don’t doubt your desire to conquer the darkness that consumes you. But I won’t allow my family to be hurt so you can achieve that goal.”
The immortal witch’s expression shifted—something raw flickering behind his eyes. “There was a time you considered me family,” he said quietly. “Many things have changed over the centuries, but one thing hasn’t. I still see you as the closest thing to a father I’ve ever known.
He paused, voice thick with memory. “I have no recollection of my father. And little remains of my mother.”
Elijah’s voice cracked. “Your mother would never have wanted this life for you. I never wanted this life for you.”
“Then help me,” Gunna said, stepping closer. “Help me toward a better life—not just for me, but for you and your siblings. There’s no trick. No ulterior motive.
The wind stirred the trees, and the burial ground seemed to hold its breath.
Rebekah Mikaelson sat in first class, legs crossed elegantly, her gaze fixed on the clouds drifting past the window. The hum of the plane was steady, soothing even, but her thoughts were anything but. Mystic Falls loomed ahead—along with the inevitable chaos her family never failed to conjure.
The seat beside her shifted, and Caroline Forbes dropped into it with a sigh, tossing her carry-on into the overhead compartment with practiced disdain.
“I told them not to sit me next to a psychotic serial killer,” Caroline muttered, buckling her seatbelt.
Rebekah didn’t turn. “Last time I checked, psychotic serial killers seemed to be your type.”
Caroline arched a brow. “Speaking of psychotic serial killers—how’s your nephew? Sorry, I mean boyfriend.”
Rebekah finally looked at her, lips curling into a smirk. “I decided it would be better for him to visit New Orleans. Thought I’d spare him another round of my never-ending family drama in Mystic Falls.”
Caroline leaned back, arms folded. “Speaking of family drama, your brother seems hell-bent on killing the Immortal Witch. Our little reunion in L.A. managed to talk him down from random killing sprees, so I guess that’s progress. Still, if this witch isn’t who he claims to be, then he deserves whatever Klaus has planned. Preying on a child’s love for their parents. That’s the lowest of low.”
Rebekah tilted her head. “I haven’t thanked you yet for your pit stop in L.A. I know how busy you are recruiting future Harrys and Sabrinas for your little boarding school.”
Caroline rolled her eyes. “Thank me by doing as little damage as possible when visiting my hometown.”
Rebekah scoffed. “It was my home long before it was yours. And I’m not the one whose friend almost sent the entire town to hell. Nor did I hand it over to the heretics.”
“Please,” Caroline said, waving a hand. “Bonnie destroyed hell. Far more than you’ve ever managed in your thousand-plus lifespan. I can’t blame you for being jealous. And as for those heretics…”
“Which were led by your dead husband’s nutjob mother,” Rebekah interrupted, then paused. Her tone softened. “I’m sorry about Stefan.”
Caroline’s expression shifted, the sharpness fading. She smiled faintly. “Thanks. Let’s try not to kill each other for the rest of this flight.”
Rebekah chuckled. “Stranger things have happened.”
The plan continued its ascent, carrying two immortals toward a town steeped in history, heartbreak, and unfinished business.
Hayley stood in the kitchen of the Mikaelson Manor, the silence of the house broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the clink of a cold beer bottle against her lips. The late afternoon light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. She leaned against the counter, lost in thought, until a sudden blur of motion made her heart jolt.
Elijah.
He stood in the doorway, composed as ever, though something in his eyes shimmered—something ancient, something newly awakened.
Hayley set her bottle down, her breath catching. “Elijah,” she said, a smile blooming across her face.
“Hayley,” he replied, voice low, reverent.
She crossed the room in seconds and threw her arms around him. He pulled her in tightly, and for a moment, they simply held each other—no words, no explanations, just the comfort of shared history and the ache of time lost.
“Klaus said you had your memories back,” she murmured.
“I do,” Elijah said.
“Thanks to the Immortal Witch.” Hayley interjected.
“Gunnar.” Elijah responded.
Hayley pulled back slightly, searching his face. “I can’t imagine what it’s like… living a life for five years, then having a thousand years of memories flood back all at once.”
“Flooding,” Elijah echoed, “is the perfect word.”
“I missed you,” she said softly.
“I missed you too.”
“I visited one,” Hayley admitted. “I didn’t come over to you. I couldn’t bear seeing you not remember me. But I still needed to see you.”
Elijah’s smile was gentle, touched with sorrow. “I know.”
“How did you…” she began.
“I may not have know who you were,” he said, “but it’s impossible not to take notice when someone like you takes notice.”
Hayley laughed quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “How was life without the obligation of ‘always and forever’?”
Elijah’s gaze darkened. “That’s not the history I need to be sharing tonight. Where are Klaus and Hope?”
“Hope’s reluctantly back at the school. She wanted more time with her dad, but until the Hollow is gone…” Hayley sighed. “Klaus is out looking for you. Kol and Freya are at some bar I’m supposed to be joining them at.”
“And Rebekah?”
“On her way.”
Elijah nodded. “Then I suppose it’s only right I tell you everything I know about Gunnar Petrova.”
Hayley smiled. “That would be a good start.”
“He’s Tatia’s son.”
“Klaus filled me in on that much. But how is he still alive?”
“Tatia’s bloodline descended from traveller witches,” Elijah explained. “Non-practicing but the magic was there, dormant. After Tatia’s death, Gunnar sought it out. He wanted power—power to rival my mother’s. He believed, as we all once did, that she killed Tatia.”
Elijah’s voice grew heavier. “Even after he discovered that Klaus had killed our mother, his thirst for power had already consumed him. Traveller magic was no longer enough.”
“I hadn’t seen him since Tatia’s death,” Elijah continued. “Not until he was an old man—bitter, dying, unsatisfied with the cards he had been dealt. I went to him, intending to be there in his final moments. But then he met her.”
Hayley’s brow furrowed. “Her?”
“I wasn’t’ there when they met,” Elijah said. “Nor when she did what she did. One day he was a dying man refusing to let his story end… the next, he was young again. Still bitter. Hungrier than ever.”
Elijah’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Whatever spell she cast, whatever curse she placed—it made him what he is now. He drains people of their lives, their essence, their youth. Not unlike a vampire, but no blood is spilled.”
“He tends to target the supernatural,” Elijah added. “Witches, vampires, werewolves. He takes their magic—their power—and it strengthens his own. But just like his life force, his magic needs recharged.”
Hayley nodded slowly. “Makes sense why he’s so interested in the Hollow. If that magic doesn’t’ destroy him, it should keep him charged. He may never need to…drain again.”
“Even if it works,” Elijah said, “I doubt it will satisfy him. Power has driven him for a millennium. I fear even the Hollow won’t be enough.”
“You care for him,” Hayley said gently.
Elijah’s eyes shimmered. “Tatia was my first love. And there was a time I thought of her son as my own. I didn’t see him as often as I should have. Mostly to keep him from Niklaus and his tendency to kill anything he deems a threat.”
“It’s not your fault,” Hayley said. “How Gunnar turned out, how he lives—it’s not on you.”
Elijah’s voice broke. “I killed his mother. And I failed her again by not protecting her son from himself. I chose duty to Klaus and our family… and now look at what her son has become.”
Hayley stepped closer, placing a hand on his. “He’s become a powerful witch many believe to be a legend. Sure, he’s got issues and trauma to work through—but that just means he’ll fit right in with the rest of us.”
They both laughed, the sound soft and fleeting.
Then Elijah’s face grew serious once more. “If he’s not our undoing…”
Hayley squeezed his hand. “Today, he’s, our salvation. Let’s focus on that.”
Elijah nodded, a faint smile returning.
In that moment, Hayley was his anchor—his comfort, his clarity. Their love, tested by time and tragedy, had only deepened. But before they could allow themselves to feel it fully, there was a Hollow to vanquish… and five years of silence to unravel.
Gunnar stormed through the cabin door, his footsteps reverberating like thunder against the warped floorboards. The forest behind him seemed to recoil, branches trembling as if sensing the fury that followed him. His breath came in ragged bursts, chest heaving with a rage too vast to contain. The air around him thickened, charged with something ancient and volatile.
Then he screamed.
It wasn’t a cry of pain—it was a rupture. A primal, guttural roar ripped through his throat, laced with centuries of grief, betrayal, and fury. The cabin responded like a living thing under siege. Windows exploded outward in a chorus of shrieking glass, shards slicing through the air like spectral knives. Furniture splintered, wood groaning as it was torn apart, flung against walls, crushed under invisible pressure. The very foundation trembled, as if the earth itself feared what he had become.
Magic surged from him uncontrolled, wild and corrosive. It wasn’t cast—it was unleashed. His emotions were no longer contained by flesh or reason; they had become elemental. The room was left in ruin, a reflection of the chaos within him.
From the hallway, the butler emerged, composed but way, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage before settling on his master.
“It would appear to me,” he said dryly, “that something may be on your mind, Master.”
Gunnar stood amid the devastation, his designer coat torn at the sleeve, blood trickling from a shallow cut on his cheek where glass had kiss him. Slowly, he straightened, brushing dust from his collar with deliberate grace, as if reclaiming control one gesture at a time.
“Spending all this time with that wretched family is beginning to get irksome,” he muttered, voice low and venomous. Then, with a breath, he composed himself—masking the storm behind a veneer of calm. “At least Elijah still believes I’m ignorant to the truth. That it was not Esther who killed my mother.
His eyes darkened, the fury simmering just beneath the surface. “He will pay for believing me a fool. I just need to play that role long enough to get my hands on the Hollow.”
The butler stepped closer, his tone measured but edged with concern. “And if it kills you, then what?”
Gunnar’s gaze sharpened, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried the weight of centuries. “If there’s one thing you should have learned over the decades serving me, it’s this—never underestimate what I’m capable of.”
He turned toward the shattered window, the morning light bleeding through the jagged edges. His reflection stared back at him in the fractured glass—distorted, broken, barely human. And for a moment, Gunnar wondered if that was all he had ever been.
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Chapter Two: Blood Remembers What Time Buries
Midnight suffocated the forest in a blanket of fog and silence. The trees, ancient and gnarled, twisted skyward like petrified limbs, their branches clawing at the full moon. Somewhere deep within this cursed wood, a coven of witches gathered in a clearing that hadn’t seen sunlight in centuries. The air was damp, heavy with rot, and the scent of old blood.
Twelve witches stood in a perfect circle, their hands clasped, their eyes closed. Around them, black candles burned low, their flames flickering unnaturally—blue at the edges, as if resisting the night. Their chant rose in unison, a guttural rhythm that echoed through the trees like a dirge. The language was ancient, older than Croatian, older than memory. It stirred something beneath the soil.
Then the wind changed.
A rustling broke the rhythm. One of the witches opened her eyes, her voice faltering.
“What is it?” whispered another.
“Just the wind,” came the reply—but her voice trembled. Her gaze locked on a shadow between the trees. It didn’t move. It didn’t breathe. It watched.
Or maybe it waited.
Suddenly, a scream tore through the clearing.
One of the witches was yanked from the circle, her body dragged violently across the ground by tendrils of black smoke that slithered like living shadows. Her limbs flailed, her eyes wide with terror as she vanished into the woods, her cries swallowed by the dark.
Panic erupted.
Another witch was seized, then another. The circle shattered as the coven scattered, feet stumbling over roots and bones. They screamed, casting spells in desperation—wards, fire, light—but the forest devoured their magic. The darkness was older. Hungrier.
It claimed them one by one.
The woods echoed with shrieks and incantations, but the shadows were relentless. The trees seemed to close in, the fog thickening, until only one member of the coven remained.
She ran blindly, heart pounding, lungs burning. Her foot caught on a root and she fell hard, the impact jarring her bones. Dirt filled her mouth; her nails tore against the earth as she scrambled upright.
And then she saw him.
The Immortal Witch.
He stood at the edge of the clearing, framed by the moonlight, his silhouette impossibly still. His eyes gleamed with something ancient and cruel. A smile curled his lips—slow, deliberate, inhuman.
The final witch sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. “What are you? Why are you doing this?”
He stepped forward, his voice smooth as silk dragged across bone. “It’s nothing personal, love. I just need a little boost. Got a big day planned tomorrow.”
He raised his hand.
Darkness spilled from his palm like ink, thick and writhing. It slithered toward her, wrapping around her limbs, her throat, her soul. She screamed as it pierced her, draining her essence with a hiss like steam escaping a coffin.
And then there was silence.
The candles had guttered out. The clearing was empty. The forest watched, indifferent.
The Immortal Witch turned and walked into the trees, his steps silent, his smile lingering.
The woods had fed.
The Immortal Witch emerged from the woods like a shadow given form, his designer boots slick with blood and soil. Behind him, the forest whispered with death—bodies strewn like discarded offerings, their lifeless eyes reflecting the moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of iron and decay, and yet he walked with the calm of a man returning from a stroll.
Waiting at the edge of the tree line was as sleek, black car—its polished surface gleaming like obsidian under the stars. Beside it stood his butler, ever composed, hands clasped behind his back, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.
“You’re going to be working all night, I’m afraid,” the witch said with a smirk, his voice smooth and unhurried. “You’ve quite the cleanup on your hands.”
The butler’s gaze swept over the distant carnage, his expression grim. “Your joy for this hunt has grown greater over the years.”
“There’s an artistry to a good massacre,” the witch replied, brushing a smear of blood from his sleeve. “One that’s tragically underappreciated.”
The butler said nothing, but the tightness in his jaw spoke volumes.
The Immortal Witch stepped closer, his tone shifting. “If all goes to plan, I won’t need to hunt anymore. You can finally retire.”
The butler opened the car door with practiced grace. “Do you truly believe The Hollow will satisfy your hunger?”
“That,” the witch said, sliding into the leather seat, “or it will kill me.” He leaned back, eyes closing briefly. “Either way, it brings your decades of servitude to an end.”
The butler paused before shutting the door. “I wouldn’t underestimate the Mikaelsons. Their distrust runs deep—even if one of them does have a fondness for you.”
The witch’s eyes opened, gleaming with something ancient and unyielding. “I’ve waited a thousand years for this opportunity. I came from nothing—an orphan descended from a coven disgraced for centuries, born with barely a flicker of magic. And now…”
His voice darkened, reverent and venomous.
“Now I wield power beyond comprehension. More than the Mikaelsons. More than the Bennetts. I will stop at nothing to avenge the wrongs thrust upon me and my mother.”
The door closed with a soft, final click.
Hope stood at the edge of the Salvatore Boarding School’s front lawn, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the winding road beyond the gates. Beside her stood Josie and Lizzie Saltzman—Caroline and Alaric’s twin daughters—both dressed in layers that didn’t quite match the chill in the air, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
Lizzie broke the silence first, her voice light but edged with mischief. “So, a scale of one to a hundred, how in trouble are you?”
Josie sighed. “Lizzie…”
“What?” Lizzie shrugged. “If Mom or Dad found out we were having sit-downs with ancient witches trying to meddle in magics that could literally kill us, they’d be pretty pissed.”
Josie folded her arms. “Are you forgetting about a certain merge we’ve been looking into lately?”
“That’s not the same thing,” Lizzie replied quickly. “Our parents are also looking into it. Besides, if things go south, we’re down one family member—not four.”
Josie rolled her eyes, but Hope didn’t flinch. She kept her gaze on the road, her voice steady. “I’m not the only one trying to get rid of The Hollow and reconnect my family. I’m just the first one to find something that could work.”
Josie turned to her, her expression softening. “I’m sure your mum will understand. You needed answers, and you went out of your way to find them. It’s honestly impressive.” She smiled, and Hope returned it—genuine, grateful.
Lizzie scoffed. “Not saying Hayley Marshall’s a big cuddly teddy bear or anything, but we all know it’s her dad’s reaction we’re worried about here. The guy literally massacred an entire village because Aunt Elena’s psychotic doppelganger didn’t want to go steady with him.”
Josie winced. “That’s not exactly how it happened. He slaughtered her entire family because she wouldn’t sacrifice herself to break the hybrid curse.” She glanced at Hope. “Which was centuries ago… no judgement here.”
“Oh, a lot of judgement here,” Lizzie said, eyes wide. “Some respect for the level of pettiness, and a frank level of pure terror about how he might punish us all because of you.” She pointed at Hope dramatically.
Josie sighed again. “What my twin sister is trying to say is—we’re here for you, Hope.”
Hope smiled at Josie, warm and sincere. “Thanks.” Then she turned to Lizzie, smirking. “Thanks too, I guess.”
Lizzie grinned. “I’m ready to blame it all on Penelope Park. Just say the word.”
The sound of tires crunching gravel drew their attention. A sleek car pulled up to the curb. Freya sat behind the wheel, her expression unreadable. Hayley stepped out from the passenger side, her eyes locking onto Hope immediately.
She didn’t hesitate. She crossed the distance and pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.
“You are in a lot of trouble,” Hayley murmured into Hope’s hair.
Freya joined them, arms crossed, her gaze flickering between the girls. “Or a lot of praise,” she said dryly. “Depending on how this all transpires.”
Hope pulled back from her mother, heart pounding, surrounded by family and friends—and the consequences of her choices.
Rebekah Mikaelson stirred beneath silk sheets, the early morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her Manhattan apartment. The city murmured faintly beyond the glass, but inside, all was still. Too still.
She sat up abruptly, golden hair tousled, eyes scanning the room. No sign of Marcel.
Frowning, she slipped from the bed and, with a blur of supernatural speed, dressed in a fitted blouse and dark jeans. Another blur, and she was in the living room.
Marcel sat on the sofa, elbows resting on his knees, flipping through a stack of glossy brochures. He didn’t look up.
“I picked them up the other day,” Rebekah said, her voice soft, uncertain. “Not exactly sure why… they just kind of called to me.” She sighed, folding her arms. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, to be honest.”
Marcel set the brochures down on the corner table and was in front of her in an instant, his smile warm and disarming.
“I think we should do it.”
Rebekah blinked. “No.” She shook her head, firmer now. “No. There are far too many reasons not to. You’re still struggling to let go of your beloved New Orleans, and my family is—quite literally—cursed.”
“Not to mention the enemies we’ve both made,” Marcel added, his tone light but edged with truth. “The fact it’s taken us this long to be together fully.”
“Exactly,” she said, voice rising. “Bringing a human into this would be asking for trouble. You practically adopted Davina, the super witch, and look how that turned out. And Nik—”
Her voice caught. “Nik loved you like a son. We’re still dealing with the fallout from that relationship falling apart.”
Marcel chuckled, undeterred. “I agree. But practice makes perfect. And who says we get a human baby? There could be some little wolf or witch out there who needs us. Someone meant for us…”
Rebekah looked away, jaw tight. “My own bloody parents are the reason I’ve been around for over a thousand years. The reason I can’t have a child of my own. I picked up those brochures in a moment of insanity. Let’s just burn them and pretend neither of us ever saw them.”
Silence settled between them, heavy and awkward. Marcel didn’t move. Rebekah stared at the floor; arms wrapped around herself like armour.
Then her phone rang.
She snatched it off the table, grateful for the distraction. “How’s marital bliss in Sin Francisco?” she asked, forcing a smirk.
Her expression shifted as her brother Kol spoke on the other end. The smirk faded. Her brows furrowed. Her jaw clenched.
“What do you mean she’s trying to rid us of The Hollow?” she snapped. “Hope has literally lost her damn mind.”
The Mystic Grill buzzed with its usual midday rhythm—clinking glasses, sizzling grills, and the hum of conversation weaving through the air. Hope sat across from her mother at a corner booth, a plate of burgers and fries between them. Hayley sipped from a chilled bottle of beer, while Hope absently stirred her coke with a straw, her eyes scanning the room.
Hayley smirked, catching the subtle glances. “You know, not so long ago the hottest asset in this place was a certain blue-eyed boy named Matt Donovan.”
Hope blinked, startled. “What?”
“I’m sure the sheriff would be thrilled to know that, according to my daughter, a certain Landon Kirby has taken that title.”
Hope laughed nervously, cheeks flushing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about…”
Hayley popped a fry into her mouth, chewing with amusement. “I’m just sorry he’s not here for me to watch you fawn over him.”
Hope groaned. “Honestly, I think I preferred the idea of you coming to town to tear me a new one over the immortal witch.”
Hayley leaned back, her expression softening. “Well, the day is still fresh.” She paused, her tone shifting. “I know why you did it—why you sought out that lunatic—but couldn’t you have run it past me first? Or Freya? She’s basically a walking magical encyclopedia. We could’ve helped, if you let us.”
Hope’s gaze dropped to her plate. “I’m sorry, but everyone just seems content to stay in this stagnant situation The Hollow has us in. It’s like I’m the only one who even cares that our family has been torn apart. I couldn’t just sit around like the rest of you and do nothing.”
Hayley’s voice was quiet, steady. “They did what they did to protect you, Hope. Everything we’ve done since the day you were born was to protect you. There was no other way to rid you of The Hollow. No other way to save you.
She looked away, eyes distant. “I said goodbye to the man I loved. Watched him move on and forget me—thanks to Marcel’s compulsion. I got through that because I knew it would keep you safe. And I would do anything to keep you safe. We all would.”
Hope’s shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry.”
Hayley reached across the table, brushing her fingers against Hope’s hand. “I miss them too… God, even your father.” She laughed softly, then paused. “If this guy is who he says he is, and can do what he says he can—I’m all in. But if he’s not…”
Hope smirked. “Then we can have some mother-daughter bonding time while hunting him down.”
They laughed together, the tension easing as they tucked into their food. But the moment was short-lived.
Hayley’s eyes narrowed as she glanced towards the window. A potted plant on the sill had begun to wither—its leaves curling, turning black in seconds. Hope followed her gaze, her smile fading.
Hayley set down her beer. “I guess that’s assign your father is in Mystic Falls.”
The Immortal Witch stepped onto the porch of his secluded woodland cabin, the morning sun casting golden light across his sharply tailored ensemble—another ensemble that looked as though it had walked straight off a Paris runway. He inhaled deeply, savouring the crisp air and the warmth of sunlight on his skin. For a moment, he allowed himself the illusion of peace.
Then Klaus Mikaelson arrived in a blur of fury.
The Original Hybrid seized him by the collar and hurled him from the porch with bone-rattling force. The witch’s body slammed into the cold, hard earth, splintering the silence. Before he could rise, Klaus was on him again; driving a brutal kick into his stomach that sent him skidding across the clearing, dirty and leaves trailing in his wake.
The Immortal Witch rolled to a stop, coughing once, then looked up—eyes locking with Klaus’. With a flick of his fingers, a surge of invisible force blasted Klaus backward, slamming him into the ground with a thunderous crack.
The witch rose slowly, brushing dust from his sleeve, his smirk returning. “I guess Daddy’s home.”
Klaus snarled and launched himself forward, vampire speed blurring his form. But the witch was ready this time. He raised his right hand, palm outstretched, and Klaus froze mid-charge—suspended in the air like a puppet on a string.
“Let’s not rush things, shall we?” the witch said coolly. He twisted his hand.
Klaus dropped like a stone, crashing to his knees. A sickening series of cracks echoed through the clearing as bones shattered beneath the forced of the spell.
“Congratulations on catching me off guard,” the witch continued, voice like velvet over steel. “But you’re a fool to think you’ll get the better of me twice.”
Through grifted teeth and searing pain, Klaus growled, “We’re going to take it real slow… your death, that is.”
With a roar, he forced his broken legs to realign, the sound of bones snapping back into place nearly drowned by his own guttural cries. Then he surged forward again.
This time, the witch raised his hand too late.
Klaus’ fist connected with the witch’s jaw, sending him flying backward into the dirt. The impact shook the ground, but the witch rose again—his eyes now pitch black, swirling with ancient power.
He levitated off the ground; arms outstretched and unleashed a blast of dark energy. It struck Klaus like a tidal wave, hurling him across the clearing and into the earth with a thunderous crash.
Klaus groaned, dragging himself upright once more, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He charged again, rage and resilience burning in his eyes.
But this time, he was stopped—not by magic, but by a man.
“Elijah?” Klaus breathed, stunned.
His older brother stood before him, immaculate as ever in a dark suit, though his presence was the last thing Klaus had expected. As far as he knew, Elijah was still in France—still lost in the fog of amnesia.
“Niklaus, stop,” Elijah said firmly, his voice calm but commanding.
Klaus froze; disbelief etched across his face.
Behind him, the Immortal Witch dusted himself off, smiling as he looked at Elijah. “About time you got here.”
“Go. Now!” he barked at the Immortal Witch, his voice echoing through the clearing like a crack of thunder.
The witch opened his mouth to speak, but Elijah cut him off with a sharper glare.
“I said now. I will come find you after I’ve spoken with my brother.”
For a moment, the Immortal Witch hesitated—his expression unreadable, caught between defiance and calculation. Then, with a faint smirk and a flick of his coat, he vanished into the trees, leaving the brothers alone beneath the weight of everything unsaid.
Klaus stood frozen. The clearing was quiet now, save for the distant rustle of wind through the trees and the lingering tension that clung to the air like smoke. Elijah was here—his brother, his blood—standing before him with clarity in his eyes and memories restored. And yet, instead of standing beside him, Elijah had defended the witch Klaus had sworn to destroy.
It was too much. Too fast.
“You’re back,” Klaus said, voice low, almost reverent. “Your memories… they’ve returned.”
Elijah nodded, but his expression was unreadable, guarded, as if every word he spoke was being weighed against a thousand years of consequence.
“But right now,” Klaus continued, stepping forward, “I have a witch to hunt. A witch you should be helping me take down. Not that I need help, of course.” His voice sharpened. “But you should not be getting in my way.”
He snapped his fingers, fury rising. “He’s been telling lies to my daughter, Elijah.”
Elijah’s jaw tightened. “He’s the reason my memories returned. And with the ease he broke Marcel’s compulsion… perhaps he’s the one who can help us bring this family together. Perhaps he can finally vanquish The Hollow.”
Klaus scoffed, but his gaze drifted to the ground. A patch of flowers—vibrant moments ago—had begun to wither, curling into blackened husks. Elijah noticed too, his eyes flicking toward the decay with quiet dread.
“Perhaps he does have that kind of power,” Klaus murmured. “Perhaps he really is as old as us. Older, even. But why the hell would he want to help?”
Elijah hesitated, his silence louder than any answer.
“If he wants to help,” he said finally, “there’s certainly something in it for him. Leave it to me to speak with him—reasonably, without violence. I’ll find out what he wants.”
Klaus’ eyes narrowed. “You trust him?”
Elijah didn’t flinch, but his voice was strained. “It’s not about trust, Niklaus. I may have only just remembered who I am, but I know I’m no fool. I do, however, believe he possesses—or can access—the kind of power we need to rid ourselves of The Hollow. Once and for all.”
Klaus stepped closer, his voice dropping to a growl. “You know him, don’t you?”
Elijah looked away.
“Elijah,” Klaus said, more softly now, more dangerously. “If you truly are restored… then who is this witch?”
Elijah’s lips parted, but no sound came. His eyes flicked to Klaus, then to the horizon, as if searching for a way to avoid the truth. But there was no escape.
“I want a name,” Klaus said, voice rising. “A real name!”
Elijah closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them slowly. “Gunnar Petrova.”
The name hung in the air like a curse.
Klaus staggered back, as if struck. His face twisted in horror, confusion, and something deeper—something raw.
“Tatia’s son,” Elijah added, voice barely above a whisper.
Klaus’ mind reeled. The witch he had fought—the one who had toyed with him, who had spoken to Hope, who had wielded power beyond comprehension—was the son of the woman both he and Elijah had once loved.
Tatia Petrova. The first wound. The first betrayal. The first heartbreak.
And now her son stood among them, alive, powerful, and cloaked in mystery.
Klaus’ voice cracked. “You left him an orphan.”
Elijah nodded, the weight of guilt etched into every line of his face.
Klaus turned away, unable to look at his brother. The past had come back not as a memory, but as reckoning.
Someone who should be long dead… was now the key to their salvation—or their destruction.
WARNINGS: I do not own the original content to "The Vampire Diaries", "The Originals", or "Legacies", or any of the characters from the television series.
Displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, Horror, and Witchcraft.
M/M, F/M, F/F +
Chapter One: Hungry Like the Hybrid
The warehouse stood like a rotting carcass on the outskirts of Los Angeles, its rusted frame sagging under the weight of time and decay. Moonlight filtered through shattered skylights, casting fractured beams across the dust-choked air. Inside, the party pulsed with reckless abandon—music blaring, bodies swaying, laughter echoing off concrete walls that had once heard screams.
Klaus Mikaelson watched from the shadows, his smile slow and wolfish.
They were young. Loud. Mortal. So blissfully unaware of the predator in their midst.
He stepped forward, boots crunching on broken glass. One of the partiers turned, a red solo cup in hand, grinning.
“Hye man, you lost or--?”
Klaus blurred forward, and the boy’s words were replaced by a wet, choking gurgle as Klaus’s hand plunged into his chest. He twisted, savouring the resistance of bone and sinew, then ripped the heart free with a flourish. Blood sprayed across the floor like spilled wine.
The scream that followed was music.
Panic erupted. They scattered like startled deer, but Klaus was already moving—laughing.
He caught a woman by the hair as she ran, yanking her back with a vicious snap. Her scream was cut short as his fangs sank into her throat. He drank deeply, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, then let her crumple to the floor like a discarded doll.
Another tried to climb the scaffolding. Klaus let him get halfway up before appearing beside him, whispering, “Almost made it,” before hurling him down. The body hit the ground with a sickening crunch.
He was grinning now; blood smeared across his lips.
Every cry, every plea, every futile attempt to escape only fed the fire inside him. He relished the terror in their eyes, the way their hope withered the moment they realised what he was. Not just a vampire. Not just a monster.
A werewolf/vampire hybrid.
The original werewolf/vampire hybrid.
By the time the music died, the warehouse was a slaughterhouse. Bodies lay twisted and broken, the air thick with the coppery tang of blood and the echo of fading heartbeats.
Klaus stood in the centre, chest heaving eyes alight with savage satisfaction. He licked the blood from his fingers, savouring the taste.
“Los Angeles,” he murmured, voice low and amused. “Still full of surprises.”
A thousand years ago, beneath a sky heavy with mourning clouds, a boy no older than ten stood trembling beside a freshly dug grave. His dark brown hair clung to his tear-streaked face, and his deep-set eyes—too ancient for his age—reflected a sorrow that time itself would fail to erase. The earth was still damp, the scent of pine and loam mingling with the raw ache of loss.
He did not speak. He simply wept, the silence around him as sacred as the grave before him.
Now, in the present day, the woods of Mystic Falls stood unchanged—timeless, untouched by the centuries that had passed. A young man, his features matured but unmistakably the same, knelt at the base of an old tree. His hair, still dark as the soil beneath him, fell over eyes that had seen lifetimes.
In his hands, he held a bouquet of black roses, their petals velvety and solemn. He placed them gently at the roots, where the earth had once been disturbed. A single tear traced the curve of his cheek, falling without resistance.
The same place. The same soul. A thousand years apart.
And yet, the grief had not waned. It clung to him as fiercely now as it had when he was a child, as if time had only deepened the wound.
He rose slowly, his voice low and resolute.
“The time has come, Mother,” he whispered. “Everything has fallen into place. And now… after all these years… now, I can finally make my move.”
After paying his respects at his mother’s grave, the man made one finale stop in Mystic Falls.
He stepped out of the sleek black car with effortless grace, the door closing behind him like a whisper. His outfit—a gender defiant masterpiece of high fashion—turned heads even before he reached the entrance of The Mystic Grill. The ensemble, fresh off a Paris runway, shimmered subtly under the fading afternoon light. He paused outside the familiar establishment, taking in the town that had once been his home.
Mystic Falls had changed—buildings modernised, faces unfamiliar—but the bones of the place remained. He could still feel the pulse of its magic beneath the surface, the same rhythm that had called to him centuries ago.
But nostalgia was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Not today. Today, he had a meeting with a legend.
Inside the Grill, he claimed a table near the window, his posture relaxed but alert. The infamous Tribrid had reached out to him personally, and that alone was enough to pique his interests. He’d heard whispers, tracked rumours, studied the bloodlines—but nothing could prepare him for the moment she walked through the door.
Hope Mikaelson.
The room shifted around her, as if the air itself recognised her presence. Conversations faltered. Eyes turned. And his own gaze locked onto her instantly. She was the embodiment of the impossible, born of vampire, werewolf, and witch. The child of Niklaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall. A living paradox.
She looked like Klaus, or at least how he remembered him. It had been a thousand years, after all. The sharp cheekbones, the piercing eyes—traits that carried the weight of a dynasty. But as she approached, her smile warm and her manners impeccable, he saw Hayley too. The grace, the strength. The quiet fire.
“Thank you for coming,” she said, her voice steady, her presence commanding yet kind.
He smiled, intrigued. “How could I resist?”
The man tilted his head, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. “Are you wanting something to drink? Alcoholic or bloody. I don’t mind either.”
Hope arched a brow, lips twitching. “I’m underage. And I have a headmaster with eyes everywhere in this town.”
He scoffed, swirling the champagne flute in his hand. “You are equal parts witch, wolf, and vampire, and yet you’re worried about being caught by anyone. That’s… unexpected.”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” she said, folding her arms, “but you’re rather unexpected yourself. I thought you’d be…”
“Older?” he offered with a smirk. “You expected an old man with a white beard, draped in Arthurian robes? You wouldn’t be the first. People meet me and expect Merlin. Fortunately, I have an excellent skincare regimen and an anti-aging routine I don’t intend to share with any living soul.”
Hope chuckled softly. “My aunt Freya’s lived a long time too, but she slept through most of the centuries.”
“I imagine you didn’t go through all the trouble—debunking myths, separating lore from fairytale—just to ask my age and whether it’s plausible.”
“Of course not,” she said, her tone shifting. “I need your help. I want to reunite with my family.”
Before he could respond, the waiter approached. Landon Kirby. He smiled at Hope with a warmth that didn’t go unnoticed. She returned it, and the man across from her observed the flicker of affection between them with mild amusement. Landon handed him a glass of champagne, which he accepted with a nod before the young man turned to serve another table.
“I have no interest in reuniting families,” he said, taking a sip. “However, I do have a particular fascination with the lesser known magics of the world. Especially the witch known as the Hollow… and the magic that once belonged to her. Or, as you say, now resides within your father, aunt, and uncles.”
Hope’s expression darkened. “The Hollow wanted me. To possess me. She destroyed my family.” Her voice cracked, tears threatening. “I haven’t seen my father since I was five—at least not in person. I can’t be with Aunt Rebekah or my uncles. It’s been eleven years. No one’s found a better solution. But then… I heard about you.”
He set the glass down, his gaze sharpening. “I don’t respond well to emotion. Haven’t suffered it in centuries. And I don’t enjoy witnessing it in others either.” He leaned back, studying her. “You’re a powerful witch—perhaps the most powerful to have ever lived. But without knowledge, that power is like a child on training wheels. You stood no chance against the Hollow…and yet, here you are.”
His tone softened, unexpectedly sincere. “I have no doubt your future will be the stuff of legend. But no future is great without those to share it with. I’ll help you reunite with your loved ones. Not out of the kindness of my cold, blackened heart, but because I want what resides within them. The Hollow.”
Hope recoiled, horror flashing across her face. “All that power…to yourself? It’ll consume you. Destroy you. You’d have to be insane—”
“I know what I’m doing,” he interrupted cooly. “I know what I can handle—and what I cannot. If you want my help, those are my terms. Freya’s solution was clever. But mine is better. You get your family. I get the Hollow.”
Hope’s voice trembled with fury. “Say you survive it. What then? What do you plan to do with that kind of power? How do I know you won’t become just another threat my family has to face?”
“You don’t,” He stood, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. “Take your time to consider my terms. Take all the time you need. It’s not like either of us are short on it. I’m not here to convince you. It’s your family that will need the convincing. Your father isn’t exactly known for his trust—especially toward my kind. But when you see my way as the only way—and you will—you’ll force their hands.”
Hope rose to meet him, her voice low and fierce. “I need my family back. I’ll do whatever it takes. But if you’re playing me… you’ll see just how much I am my father’s daughter.”
He smiled, dark and knowing. “I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Mikaelson.”
Hope sat cross-legged on her bed in the Salvatore Boarding School. Her laptop balanced on a pillow. The dorm room, once the bedroom of the infamous “ripper” Stefan Salvatore, still carried a lingering energy—restless, haunted, and steeped in history. The sunset filtered through the window, casting shadows across the floorboards as she adjusted the screen to get a clearer view of her uncle.
Kol Mikaelson appeared on the video call, standing in a sleek San Francisco kitchen, stirring something aromatic on the stove. Behind him, the warm hum of domestic life—clinking dishes, soft jazz, and the occasional laugh from Davina Claire—made the scene feel worlds away from Hope’s quiet room.
“I can’t believe it’s your third wedding anniversary already,” Hope said, grinning. “Not that I could attend the wedding, which is a real shame. I would’ve looked amazing in a bridesmaid’s dress.”
Kol chuckled. “I would’ve loved to have my favourite niece there. Or even Rebekah. Your father and Elijah… not so much.”
Hope laughed, shaking her head. “Well, this witch—warlock? I don’t think he has a preference—he might genuinely be able to help with the Hollow problem.”
Kol raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe his claim to be the world’s oddest.”
“Oldest,” Hope corrected with a smirk.
“Right. That I really don’t believe. Your Aunt Freya is the oldest witch I know. What does she make of this guy’s claims?”
“She says the so-called immortal witch is just a story. A legend spun through the witch community.”
Kol scoffed. “Not the first time I’ve heard witches claim to be grander than they are. Very few live up to that title. Only two come to mind—my sister, and my wife.”
Hope leaned back against the headboard. “Let’s not forget Bonnie Bennet. She destroyed hell single-handedly. The school goes into a frenzy every time she visits.”
Kol nodded. “Yeah, well, the whole town goes into a different kind of frenzy when any of us show up in Mystic Falls.”
“I’d call that a state of pure dread,” Hope said dryly. “Can we please get back to the matter in hand?”
Kol sighed, turning off the stove. “Look, if this witch wants to commit magical suicide by playing chess with the Hollow and use me and my siblings as pawns, then hell—I’m in. for you, of course. But good luck convincing Aunt Bex or your father to trust some strange witch. Least of all Uncle Elijah, who’s currently in France with no memory of who any of us are… or who he is.”
Hope’s eyes lit up. “So, you’re in?” She smiled. “Great! Just leave the rest to me. We’ll have one big, happy family reunion in no time.”
Kol leaned against the counter, his expression softening. “I know you have little to no memories of us all being together but trust me—those reunions are never happy. They usually end with one of us, typically me, getting a dagger in the back. Courtesy of your father.”
Hope laughed, but the weight of his words lingered. Family was complicated. Dangerous. But it was hers—and she wasn’t giving up.
Rosseau’s was alive with the hum of supernatural energy. In the heart of the French Quarter, the bar had become neutral ground—witches, werewolves, and vampires mingled without tension, a far cry from the blood-soaked feuds of the past. Josh Rosza moved behind the counter with vampiric speed, serving drinks with a grin and a wink, his charm as effortless as his reflexes.
At a corner table, Hayley Marshall and Freya Mikaelson sat nursing beers, their expressions tight with concern. The flickering candlelight between them cast long shadows across the wood, mirroring the unease that hung in the air.
Hayley leaned forward, her voice low but sharp. “So, my daughter’s been holding secret meetings with mysterious witches claiming to be older than half the vampires in this city… and you’re only telling me this now?”
Freya exhaled, swirling her bottle. “I told her, repeatedly, that she was chasing a myth. I was convinced there was no truth to it—that she’d figure that out on her own. But once again, she’s surprised us. She found him. A man who claims to be the mythical immortal witch.”
Hayley’s eyes narrowed. “Clearly, he’s up to something. And judging by the never-ending list of enemies Hope’s inherited just by being her father’s daughter, it’s likely this guy’s going to be a threat. I say we head to Mystic Falls, hunt him down, and rip his head off.”
Freya nodded slowly. “I agree. But first, we need to rule out the possibility that he is who he claims to be—or that he can do what he claims.”
Hayley tilted her head. “Is there any chance he’s… legit?”
Freya hesitated. “The Hollow turned out to be real. Painfully so. And I’ve lived for over a thousand years—granted, with some rather long naps between centuries. Who’s to say some clever witch hasn’t found a way to live just as long? Perhaps even the same way Dahlia and I did.”
Hayley took a long sip of her beer. “Would take a powerful witch. One with deep knowledge of their craft.”
“Even so,” Freya said, her voice darkening, “after all these years, the Hollow still resides within our siblings. What’s left is a poisonous magic—one no witch could endure. Not even an immortal one.”
Hayley smirked. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky. This guy might commit magical suicide and rid us of the Hollow and himself in one go.” She paused, her tone shifting. “You should probably let Klaus know. He doesn’t answer anyone’s calls anymore, but I’m sure you have more… persuasive methods.”
Freya’s lips curled into a sly smile. “I’ll send him a note.”
After meeting with Hope Mikaelson, the immortal witch—known by many names, most lost to time—retreated to a remote cabin buried deep in the woods, several miles beyond Mystic Falls. The forest here was older than the town itself, its trees gnarled and towering, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. Fog clung to the ground in thick, curling tendrils, and the air carried a damp chill that whispered of forgotten things.
The cabin stood crooked and weather-worn, its timber walls blackened by age and moss. Ivy crept up the sides like veins, and the windows—small, warped panes of glass—reflected nothing but shadow. The front door groaned open with a sound like a dying breath, revealing a dim interior lit only by the flicker of candlelight and the dull gleam of iron fixtures. The scent of mildew and dried herbs hung heavy in the air.
Inside, an elderly man in a tuxedo awaited him, standing stiffly near the hearth where the fire had long since gone cold.
“Are you sure this is wise?” the butler asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the silence. “This will require a great deal of magic. Astral projection alone has proven rather draining for you, but…”
The immortal witch stepped forward, his boots echoing against the creaking floorboards. He approached a pentagram etched into the warped wooden planks—drawn in blood, its edges cracked and flaking. Candles sat eat each point, their wax melted into grotesque shapes, as though weeping.
“I have no doubt it will drain me,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “Not only of power, but of energy. I will be fine, if you’ve prepared refreshments for afterward…”
The butter nodded solemnly.
With a flick of his hand, the witch ignited the candles. The flames sputtered unnaturally, casting long, twitching shadows across the walls. The cabin seemed to breathe with him, the very air pulsing in time with the ancient magic.
“Very well,” he said. “Do not disturb me until the spell is complete. Then—and only then—will I require your assistance.”
He knelt at the centre of the pentagram, the blood beneath him sticky and cold. His eyes closed, and he began to chant in a language long dead, its syllables jagged and harsh, echoing through the cabin like the cries of the damned. The butler vanished into the adjoining room, leaving the witch alone with the darkness.
Suddenly, his spirit tore free from his body, flung across the veil of reality until it arrived in a bustling bar somewhere in France. The contrast was jarring—warm light, laughter, music. But his focus was singular.
Elijah Mikaelson sat at the piano, his fingers dancing over the keys with haunting precision. The melody was melancholic, familiar. His suit was immaculate, his posture regal—but his eyes were distant, lost.
The witch approached, his present subtle but chilling.
“I’ve always enjoyed dinner with a show,” he murmured, leaning close. “If you’re the show… which one of these unsuspecting fools will be your dinner?”
Elijah froze, his hands halting mid-not. He turned sharply, eyes wide with alarm.
“How do you know--?”
“That you’re a vampire with a rather inconvenient case of amnesia?” the witch interrupted. “Memories can be buried, Elijah. But bloodlust? That’s harder to hide. Don’t you ever wonder why you woke up one day with no past and a sudden urge to rip out throats?”
Recognition flickered in Elijah’s gaze. “I knew you… didn’t I? Back then, when I—”
“When you knew anything at all?” the witch said softly. “Yes. In fact, you’re the only Mikaelson who knows me as I am now. Which is why I must disturb this perfect little life you’ve built—far from the rot of your family.”
He placed a hand on Elijah’s shoulder, a gesture both tender and terrifying. Then, with a final chant—this one darker, deeper—he began the spell to restore Elijah’s memories.
Whether Elijah wanted them back or not.
Klaus stepped into his hotel suite, the city lights of Los Angeles casting fractured shadows across the polished floor. The room was quiet—too quiet. He paused, senses sharpening. Someone was here.
In a blur of motion, he crossed the room and slammed the intruder against the wall, one hand gripping their throat. But the moment his eyes met hers, the breath caught in his chest.
“Caroline,” he whispered, stunned.
She used his hesitation to twist free, reversing their positions with practiced force. Klaus grunted as his back hit the wall, the impact cracking the plaster. Her face was inches from his, eyes blazing with fury—and something else.
“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked, lips curling into a smile that was equal parts amused and aching.
“I’m getting tired of cleaning up your messes,” Caroline snapped, though her grip on him lingered for a moment longer than necessary.
“Have you been spying on me?” Klaus teased, voice low and smooth. He took a quiet pleasure in the fact that she still cared—still watched him, even after all these years.
“More like doing damage control for the school,” she said, stepping back. “The parents were already furious that I allowed Klaus Mikaelson’s daughter to attend. They’re terrified you’ll show up to a parent-teacher conference and kill them all.”
He chuckled, eyes never leaving hers. “Is that the only reason you’re here?”
Their gazes locked, and for a moment, the tension between them shifted—less combative, more charged. Caroline allowed herself a smile, soft and fleeting, before rolling her eyes and sighing.
“Hope’s a great student. Even Alaric likes her, which is shocking considering his hatred for your family. Especially you.” She hesitated. “She’s thriving, Klaus. Despite having an absentee father.”
Klaus’s smile faltered. He turned away, jaw tight.
“So, stop with the killing sprees,” Caroline continued, her voice gentler now. “Or hire your own clean-up crew. I won’t let your latest meltdown ruin the progress of one of my students. And while I’m at it—give your daughter a damn call.”
He laughed again, but it was quieter this time. Less mocking, more wistful. “I can’t be near her.”
“Because of the Hollow,” Caroline said, her tone softening. “Yeah, we all know that excuse. But you’re over a thousand years old, Klaus. Telephones exist. Mobiles. The internet.” She smirked. “You’ve heard of those, right?”
“It’s easier this way,” he murmured.
“Easier for who?” she asked, stepping closer. “You, of all people, know what it’s like not to have a good father in your life. Despite my dad’s issues with my vampire status… I still miss him every day. You’re still here. Fix things with your daughter.”
Her voice cracked slightly, and Klaus looked at her—really looked at her. The fire in her eyes, the strength in her stance, the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. He’d missed her. More than he’d ever admit.
“I’ll give her a call,” he said quietly.
They shared a smile, the kind that carried years of history. Pain. Affection. Unspoken things.
“You know,” Klaus added, “I could compel someone to clean up after me.”
Caroline narrowed her eyes. “Don’t. If you’re about to say you’ve been a messy eater just to draw me out—”
He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Someone thinks highly of themselves.”
“Well,” she said, tossing her hair, “you were always sort of obsessed with me. Rightfully so.”
“It’s good to see you,” Klaus said, voice low, almost reverent.
Caroline hesitated, then smirked. “I suppose it’s not entirely unpleasant to see you too.”
A moment passed between them—charged, lingering. The air felt heavier, like it remembered the nights they never had, the words they never said. Klaus reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, and for a heartbeat, she didn’t pull away.
Then she blinked, clearing her throat. “Oh. What do you know about a so-called immortal witch?”
The cabin groaned as if exhaling with the return of its master.
The Immortal Witch collapsed onto the blood-stained floorboards, his body convulsing from the strain of his astral journey. His limbs twitched, his breath shallow. Blood poured from his nose and eyes in thick, crimson streams, pooling beneath him like a sacrificial offering. The flickering candlelight cast jagged shadows across his form, making him look less like a man and more like something unearthed from a tomb.
The door creaked open.
His butler entered, expression unreadable, dragging three hostages behind him—one male, two female. Bound and gagged, they thrashed weakly against their restraints, their muffled cries swallowed by the oppressive silence. With a grunt, the butler threw them down beside the witch’s trembling body.
The Immortal Witch stirred.
With agonising effort, he forced himself upright, bones cracking as he moved. He crawled toward one of the women, his fingers twitching with anticipation. Her eyes widened in terror, her body recoiling despite the bindings. He placed a hand on her chest, and the room seemed to darken.
A black surge of energy erupted from his palm, tendrils of shadow slithering into her skin. She screamed against the gag, her body arching violently as the witch began to feed. The blood that had streamed from his face retreated, drawn back into his veins as her vitality drained away. Her skin turned ashen, her eyes glassy. The same wounds bloomed across her face—nose and eyes bleeding, mirroring his own moments before.
Then she went still.
The other two hostages watched in paralyzed horror, their muffled sobs rising as the witch stood. His posture was no longer broken—he was whole again. Rejuvenated. His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction, his smile slow and predatory.
He turned to face them.
“You’ll do nicely,” he murmured, voice like silk dragged across a blade.
The candle flames flared, casting monstrous shapes across the walls. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, but inside the cabin, only one sound remained—the quiet, rhythmic breathing of a predator preparing for his next feast.
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Sypnosis:
Welcome to the realm of Brorus, a land where royalty are anything but noble. Here, witches lurk in the shadows of ancient woods, and monsters roam as freely as men. In this tumultuous kingdom, replacing a centuries-long bloodline is a task that would make most conquerors cower. But none are quite like the fearless Lars Shackleton.
Lars soon realizes that conquering is the easiest part of being a king. As he delves deeper into his new role, he learns just how deep blood runs. Heirs, conquerors, and unexpected foes begin their play for the kingdom of Brorus. Little do they know, however, that the one they should be keeping their eyes on is a sassy young servant boy living within the castle itself.
It's been a while I know but how could I not return to the world of Tumblr for a post mourning the impending end of the TVDverse 💔 an end I hope will be more of a break than a true ending 🤞
I'm still in shock over Legacies cancellation but there is a part of me that is proud the 2nd spinoff in the TVDU is going out with its strongest season to date, some moral victory about the show going out on a high.
13 years ago we were all introduced to Mystic Falls and as 14 year old gay boy I was instantly obsessed with the show, having always been obsessed with the supernatural genre, and quickly found myself becoming totally obsessed with the likes of Caroline Forbes and Katherine Pierce. Over those years "TVD" continued to introduce more characters for me to love and hate, storylines to keep me hooked and "The Originals" spin off with the Mikaelson family, later "Legacies" was born. I grew up with this universe, as I'm sure most of you did, and I want to honour that 💖
Please drop comments about your favourite storylines, couples, pairings, seasons, episodes, characters, etc, over the years, lets share some TVDverse memories together as we prepare to say goodbye for now with Legacies finale three episodes soon coming our way 💖
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.
Chapter 24: The Bloody Pipes of Peace
Elijah Mikaelson had found himself stood in the bathroom of a bar he had not seen since the year 1969, a bar in which he met up with centuries-old witch Kayne Black, not knowing how he got there but knowing this was not quite the real world, nor was it the prison world he was in just moments ago, and so he decided to leave the bathroom to try and get some idea of where he had been placed now only to be left shocked to walk into the bar to find it completely empty except for Kayne who was stood behind the bar knocking back a bottle of whisky.
“It’s not quite hitting like it should which means I’m neither in a prison world or in some astral plane,” Kayne complained to the original vampire, as Elijah walked over to him. “Which means I’m either inside your mind, you’re inside mine, or where in somebody’s mind who somehow has a recollection of the time, we spent together back in 69.”
“Perhaps you were reminiscing of times gone by?” Elijah suggested with a hopeful tone in his voice as he sat down at the bar.
“Unless it is a time loop, of course, it would be a time loop, that’s her bloody party trick. We are stuck within a certain day of a certain year that Annabella would know for a fact that neither Magnus nor Primrose could enter because they were otherwise sidelined during that time…normally a time loop is nature meets mystic event caused by something truly evil, tragic, or otherwise completely off the world’s plan, as history rewrites itself to correct it, the people within the time loop are forced to relive the same day repeatedly until they optionally choose to do something big enough of a difference to break it and therefore releasing from the time loop and seeing tomorrow or in our case back to the current year.”
“If a time loop is a case of nature meets mystic energy, then how can Bella make one at will? And as I am saying this, I recall that the rules of magic on this earth were probably written by you and your siblings.” Elijah wondered clearly confused by Kayne’s admission.
“A time loop is ultimately a curse, forcing those to relive within its spell to relive the same day in which the curse took place, and when it comes to curses Annabella has always been something of an expert,” Kayne revealed to the noble original. “In fact, I am pretty sure her obsession with Rebekah starting from her wanting to learn the details of a curse she had the misfortune of not casting.”
“Okay…trying to understand the logic and if I have it right then my sister Rebekah cannot be in this time because she too, like your other siblings, was somewhat sidelined after the 20s when Klaus daggered her over some spat about a boy that I’m not sure which sibling fancied more,” Elijah stated with humor, realizing Rebekah must be elsewhere.
“These magical daggers put originals to sleep until someone pulls it out of them am I right?” Kayne asked, waiting for Elijah’s nod to confirm his theory. “Magnus was dead in 1969, Primrose was imprisoned by a powerful coven so if Magnus was to jump into this time loop he’d wind up dead and Rose would end up stuck in that prison which is exactly why they would not come here…however, your sister Bex is basically just taking a nap so if we find Klaus he can take us to Rebekah to whom we just have to pull the dagger out of and then work out why we’re in the witch witness protection program.”
“Clearly your sister Annabella is protecting you and us from well, the rest of your family. She must care for you just as much as I do…and Niklaus.” Elijah confessed to both his own feelings towards Kayne and his brother’s, knowing he could not act on those feelings again because of his loyalty towards his brother and knowing Kayne probably blamed him just as much as he blamed Klaus for his very recent yet brief death.
Klaus Mikaelson had figured that he had been transported from one prison world to the other and upon discovering a newspaper while walking through the empty streets of San Francisco he quickly discovered that he was in the year 1969 and although he did not quite understand the rules of the place he presumed to be a prison world he could not help but wonder if his siblings had followed them there, and if they did, if they wound up wherever they were during this year just like he did, and although he had no clue of where Elijah was, he just so happened to have Rebekah daggered in a coffin nearby his current location.
“Firstly, who the bloody hell gave you another dagger?” Rebekah moaned as she awoke after Klaus pulled a dagger out of her chest before going on to help her get out of the coffin she was lying in, helping her get to her feet as she noticed she was in an abandoned warehouse. “Secondly, why the bloody hell did you dagger me again? I really thought we were over this Nik.”
“I did not dagger you this time Rebekah, time did, believe it or not, but the latest prison world we’ve been dumped in is set in the swinging sixties,” Klaus informed his sister, quick to point out he was not to blame for her current situation.
“Oh good! I never got to see the sixties, or the seventies, eighties, nineties…because of you then there’s the thirties, 40s, shall I go on?” Rebekah responded with a level of sarcasm, teasing her brother before noticing she was in the same dress she wore before Klaus daggered her in Chicago not long after their first meeting with a certain Stefan Salvatore.
“Well, now we have to find Elijah and pending who cast this particular spell, Kayne too,” Klaus stated, unsure who was responsible for his and his sister’s latest visit to another prison world.
“I did!” Bella Black revealed after appearing out of nowhere, in astral projection form, her real body still in the real world. “I had to hide you all quickly before Rose or Magnus destroyed the prison world you were in and therefore destroying you all.”
“You always were the smartest sister in that family!” Rebekah replied with a sincere smile, relieved to know Bella was the witch behind this current spell. “I am so glad to see you and not your less sane siblings.”
“So, if you have moved us here instead of just putting us back in our bodies then I am guessing neither you nor Kayne has any idea where our actual bodies are?” Klaus asked the eldest member of the Black family.
“Correct, I had no idea that Kayne would wind up here too I’ll be fixing that shortly before Rose and Magnus find his location, then Kayne and I will handle our siblings without any Mikaelson interference, so we can find some bloody peace among us all whether things have to get bloody or not depends on them,” Bella admitted to the original vampires making it clear that they were staying put until she said otherwise.
“Your bitch sister killed Freya!” Klaus shouted at her furiously, having no intentions of letting Rose away with his sister’s murders.
“And you killed Kayne!” Bella snapped back. “I could have acted in revenge but instead I knew better now it is your turn to be smart and stay put until I handle my family!”
“I’m all for not letting my idiot brother handle matters because of his tendency to only make things worse but Annabella when it comes to your siblings you also have a tendency to make things worse,” Rebekah told the woman she once loved, wondering if whatever she had planned would work.
“Things are different now Rebekah,” Bella replied as she held her baby bump, as Rebekah realized Bella was due to give birth any day now. “I will do whatever is needed of me in the end, whatever is needed to protect my child.”
Rose Black had hated her eldest brother Magnus for as long as she could remember but as she awoke in that hotel room with her brother Kayne nowhere to be found she quickly learned that Magnus was the only one there for her right now which could not help but make her wonder the horrible notion that maybe just maybe she hated Magnus so much because he reminded her of herself.
Rose was a narcissist, psychotic, and often irrational, but despite these qualities she always believed that she loved herself, that everybody else was wrong and she was right but as she now found herself on the outside along with Magnus, she could not help but think maybe her way of thinking is the same method Magnus used, was her least favorite sibling the one who was most like her?
But she could not let her questions and uncertainness get the best of her, not with both her sister Bella and brother Kayne out to sabotage her plans of revenge, and although she still loved Kayne, she knew it was her and Magnus against her other siblings so she could rid the world of the Mikaelsons once and for all, hoping that Kayne would later forgive her like he had forgiven her so many times before.
“I’m only going to ask you once Marcel, where is my sister?” Rose demanded as she burst into Marcel’s apartment to see him sitting down on his couch drinking a glass of whisky, unphased by her entrance, that was until Rose raised her right hand and the glass to which Marcel was holding exploded instantly, the shards of glass going everywhere as well as the remainder of his drink.
“She is more than likely out there cleaning up your messes.” Marcel declared as he quickly rose to his feet, ready to fight the centuries-old witch if he needed to. “Have you ever stopped to think that you’re as bad as the family you are hunting? How many messes has Bella cleaned up for you without even the littlest gratitude? How many times has Kayne done the exact same thing? Sure, you claim all this anger is because Kayne was briefly dead, but he is back and the last thing he wants is for you to make yet another mess. So, please tell me what is your reasoning now? Why are you always so bloody pissed?”
“I’m mad because the man who he loved killed him without a second thought! I am mad because Bella did not even attempt to protect him! I’m mad that he just keeps forgiving everybody all the bloody time!” Rose shouted at Marcel as she began charging towards him. “I’m mad that Bella’s happy and having a child, that Kayne will always be loved because of the light inside of him, and that I have never truly loved or been loved and never will.”
“Well, I was not expecting that level of honesty…” Marcel replied. “Sounds like you’re mad at yourself for being such a witch all the time but just remember in spite of that Bella and Kayne still loved you…hell, Kol still loved you and he never cares about anyone except himself and Davina.”
“I do not know why I said all that,” Rose said with a saddened sigh, knowing that even if she regrets using Marcel as the one to vent to, she needed to let those words out anyway.
“I do because I’ve been where you’ve been, where you’re as mad as hell for everything in your life and it’s easier to be mad at the Mikaelsons than yourself but that anger only ever gets more and more people you care about killed and deep down that’s the last thing you want,” Marcel advised Rose, noticing a vulnerability in her that very few had seen before. “Do not let the rage be all that you have left.”
“I’ve heard those words before mostly by Annabella and Kayne but somehow they sound different coming from an outsider…I mean you barely even know me and yet you summarized my entire life in just one conversation.” Rose reluctantly admitted to the upgraded original, knowing Marcel was right, that only she could break the vicious cycle that had become her life.
Maybe it was madness within her mind or maybe it was the notion of being seen for the first time in forever but before she even knew it Rose leaned in towards Marcel and gently kissed his lips, shocking Marcel for a moment before he
returned her kiss and before long the pair were kissing passionately as Rose pushed Marcel down onto the couch and quickly threw herself on top of him as the pair began ripping each other’s clothes off.
Bella Black was determined to not only get her sister Rose back on her side but Magnus too, wanting to right all of her wrongs before her baby was born but to do that she had very little time to sway them both to her side and stop their mission to kill the original family of vampires, not only because Marcel was the father of her baby, but because despite the recent growth in her friendship with her baby father there was still only one person Bella truly loved, Rebekah, and although she knew they were little to no hope of the two ever working out that did not mean she wanted any harm to come to her.
In fact, it was not just Rebekah that Bella had grown fond of over the centuries, she admired Elijah’s loyalty towards his family something she could relate to, she cherished Kol’s friendship with her sister Rose knowing the two were a perfect match for each other, and at times she even tolerated Klaus because he loved her brother Kayne and Kayne loved him. Somewhere along the line her family’s history had become interwoven with the Mikaelson’s and she did not want that to end with war.
“Annabella, I am surprised you reached out to me. I do hope this is not some trap because hopefully, you would know better than to think I’d fall for another one of your little schemes.” Magnus greeted Bella as he walked up towards her, as she stood outside the gates of the Lafayette Cemetery.
“I want a truce Magnus, I want us all to be a family again, and I want no harm to come to the Mikaelsons,” Bella replied clearly stating her wants before she suddenly felt a huge shooting pain coming directly from her stomach, knowing instantly it was the baby.
“What is it, sister?” Magnus asked, looking somewhat worried for Bella but trying to mask it from her at the same time.
“I’m not sure…” Bella answered him before letting out a piercing scream which was followed by her waters breaking. “Oh god, I think the baby’s coming.”
Magnus quickly rushed to put his arms over his sister, shocked to learn she was going into labor, determined to get her to a hospital as soon as possible, at the moment relinquishing all his anger and hatred towards her, as he realized all he wanted was to make sure she gave birth to this child without any harm coming to either of them, as Bella would soon learn that day that not only would it end with her becoming a mother, but she’d have her brother Magnus back too…
Klaus Mikaelson and his siblings Rebekah and Elijah awoke within their rooms at the Mikaelson compound instantly at the same time as each other, before they used their vampire speed to climb out of bed, and rush to find each other, the three original vampires finding each other within Klaus’ home office, as they each gave each other a gleeful grin knowing that they were finally home.
“I guess Bella really did it,” Rebekah said, with a smile on her face, as she realized that even after all this time she could still rely on Bella Black.
“Well not quite!” Kayne declared as he walked into the room. “She had every intention of bailing you all out but then she went into labor and long story short there’s a new member of the Black family.”
“That’s great news!” Elijah responded sincerely. “Is the new mother, okay?”
“Of course, she is,” Kayne stated. “I’m merely here to pass on a message of peace…”
“Rose imprisoned us after killing our sister Freya I do not care what she or that fool Magnus has promised you and Bella, but we are far from over avenging our sister’s death.” Klaus declared, making it clear he had no interest in peace. “Rose will wish she killed me too by the time I’m over with that wretched witch.”
“How very typical of you Niklaus.” Kayne scoffed. “How quickly you forget how this all started by you betraying me yet again and leaving me for dead? I should have chosen your brother Elijah all those years ago, I cannot believe I wasted so much time on you!”
Klaus turned to face his brother Elijah looking stunned, saddened, and furious, to learn of his older brother’s history with a man he once loved, and perhaps still did, leaving him broken by the betrayal, something which only served to delight a vengeful Kayne.
“I for one want peace between our families but you’re bloody awful at playing peacemaker Kayne,” Rebekah stated, choosing to ignore the look of guilt on Elijah’s face as Klaus continued to stare at him with rage in his eyes.
“Well, I could not have you trying to kill Primrose had she come here to make peace, nor could I have you killing Magnus, believe it or not, we’re taking a page out of your book and trying this whole family thing,” Kayne announced, confusing the Mikaelsons by this sudden turnaround. “For obvious reasons, Marcel will know where we are all going but make no mistake when I say you will never see any of us again minus the little one once Marcel and Bella work out that whole custody thing.”
“So, after all this, you’re just uprooting from our lives? Leaving us all to play happy families with two siblings who will no doubt wind up killing you both.” Elijah replied to Kayne, making it clear he was far from ready to say goodbye.
“We have to be better than what we were and when we are around you all we are at our worst!” Kayne confessed with a saddened sigh. “I’m actually going to miss New Orleans…”
“Then go!” Klaus shouted, attempting to hide his pain with fury. “Disappear from all of our lives but mark my word you better hide those siblings very well because if I ever find them, they’ll die a death more permanent than your recent death.”
Instead of replying to Klaus’ words of anger, or Elijah pleads to stay, Kayne Black disappeared within a blink of an eye, putting the Mikaelsons behind him for good, as he fully set out to never see any of them again…but things are never that simple!
Elsewhere, far outside of the city limits of New Orleans, Bella and Rose were on a quiet road in the middle of nowhere, Rose driving, while Bella remained in the passenger seat, with her new-born baby boy asleep in the back in his baby seat, cozied up with cute blue blankets, as Rose and Bella continued to bicker about returning to the castle in the woods, only for Rose to make the car come to a crashing stop when a tall, thin, raven-haired woman suddenly appeared on the road in front of them.
“Vampire or witch?” Bella asked her sister, as she tried to work out who the stranger was.
“I say we go find out,” Rose replied, before undoing her seatbelt, opening her car door, getting out of the car, and proceeding to walk towards this mysterious woman.
“It took a while for me to get you girls alone and away from that family you two ladies seem far too obsessed with.” The woman told Rose, unnerved by the look of rage on Rose’s face as the centuries-old witch stopped right in front of the stranger.
“I do not care who you are nor why you’re here but if you think for one second, you’re going to take me out then think again lady!” Rose warned the mysterious woman.
“Now is that really a way to talk to your mother?” She asked Rose, surprising the witch with her words. “It’s long overdue my darling Primrose but it is time you, Annabella, Magnus, and Kayne finally got to meet your real mother....my name is Lilith.”
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.
Chapter 23 - The Best of The Worst
“Primrose,” Kayne said with panted breath as he walked into a hotel room within New Orleans where he had arranged to meet Magnus and Rose.
“Kayne,” Rose replied as she rushed over to hug her newly revived brother, holding him in her tight embrace as she hoped to never suffer losing him again. “I’m so glad our brother did something right for once!”
“Okay now you two have caught up can we get to where the hell the Mikaelson family is so we can end their miserable existences before we end the rest of their family?” Magnus asked them both making it clear he did not have time to waste on family reunions.
“I told you Hope’s off-limits,” Rose told her oldest brother Magnus as she broke off her hug with her younger brother Kayne. “I made a deal with her, and she’s done nothing to piss me off as of yet so until then she lives.”
“As does our sister Bella.” Kayne chimed in. “If we are really doing this, killing the Mikaelson’s, then Bella, her baby, and Marcel are off-limits too.”
“Fine.” Magnus agreed reluctantly.
“Not a chance in hell!” Rose shouted at Kayne. “She was all ready to play happy families with the very same family who slaughtered her brother, she needs to pay for everything she has done to us all.”
“Bella did what she had to do for her child her loyalties are within her future kid, and she has every right to protect our niece or nephew with everything she has got. Our sister wants nothing to do with this war on either side of it if we are truly her siblings then we should respect that and allow her to live whatever life she chooses.” Kayne argued with his sister, making it clear he did not blame Bella’s decisions, and neither should they.
“Kayne is right,” Magnus stated, surprising both Rose and Kayne by agreeing with Kayne. “Annabella has betrayed more than anyone ever has but she is still our sister and that child she is carrying is our family too. We should protect the unborn baby and allow Bella a pass from this war it is what is right.”
“Since when did you become all team family? It was not too long ago you were ready to kill us all.” Rose snapped at Magnus, suspicious of his sudden turnaround.
“It’s the child, isn’t it?” Kayne asked his brother, realizing the truth behind Magnus’ sudden interest in reuniting their family. “It was pretty obvious you wanted the demons released just as much as you wanted us both free from that realm, but I could not work out why you suddenly wanted to be part of the Black family again. Bella’s child, the firstborn from any of us meaning that child’s power is yet unknown but with an upgraded original being its father that power is bound to beyond anything we could imagine…you do not care about this war nor do you care about your family you just want us all to kill each other so it's easier for you to get your hands on what you really want…Bella’s child.”
“You’re wrong Kayne, yes I want that child to be a part of our family, and yes I am highly intrigued by the power it may wield but I do not want you or any of my siblings to die in order to get my hands on that child,” Magnus said, denying Kayne’s accusations. “The Mikaelsons must fall so we can truly rise but when I say we I mean us all.”
“Well, I’m in whether we wind up kidnapping that baby or not I’m still in.” Rose declared making it clear to her brothers she was ready for all forms of revenge towards everyone who had ever wronged her.
“I’m out! In fact, I was never truly in but now I am truly out.” Kayne confessed before raising his hand in the air, moving it in a circle swiftly, and using his magic to force his siblings into a deep sleep, their unconscious bodies quickly falling to the hotel room floor, as Kayne realized what he had to do next.
Kayne Black did believe that his family should come first but Bella was his family too and she was pregnant with the only member of their family who at that time was completely and utterly innocent which made him question his loyalty to Magnus and Rose, knowing Magnus was clearly interested in this miracle child made him worry for Bella’s unborn child and knowing of Rose’s hunger for vengeance towards their sister did not fare well for Bella and her baby either.
So, he decided to turn to the other family that his eldest sister Annabella Black was torn between despite the guilt he felt for betraying Rose, he just could not trust her and especially not Magnus when it came to doing right by his potential niece or nephew and as the Mikaelsons considered Marcel as one of their own he knew they would accept his child too.
“Long time no see lover boy.” Kayne greeted Klaus after astral projecting himself into the prison world that Rose had created, deep within the woods of Mystic Falls. “Home sweet hell I see…if it were up to me to create, I’d have gone less bloody obvious and a lot more brutal.”
“I was wondering if there were others here or perhaps, you’re a figment of my imagination,” Klaus replied to him with a smile on his face, happy to see his former lover once again. “Maybe you’re my conscience making me feel guilty for choosing to betray you instead of trusting you.”
“Well, I am most definitely not your conscience considering I am not sold on you having one neither am I actually here, my astral self is,” Kayne revealed to the original hybrid. “I was all for joining my siblings in exacting revenge on you and everybody else in your family, but they are proving to be as trustworthy as you right about now so I’m going to break you out of this shabby little world my sister has roughly drawn out for yourself, Elijah, and Rebekah.”
“You’re alive…again.” Klaus realized as he found himself overcome with relief.
“No thanks to you…thanks to Magnus actually and yet I’m betraying him and I’m betraying the one sister who would never betray me and not because of you definitely not because of you but because of the child Bella is carrying…a child who you could call your grandchild,” Kayne confessed making it clear his decision to help Klaus was not an easy decision to make but that he felt it was the right one.
“So, we are a team again?” Klaus said, amused by the notion. “Just like old times.”
“I’m prison breaking you and your siblings, but I have terms and conditions about this war against my family, and trust me with the state the world’s in right now you are going to want Bella and myself willing to help when the demons rise,” Kayne stated, struggling to see Klaus’ victorious smile, wanting to wipe it off his face but knowing he could not, at least not at that moment.
“Whatever you demand I will submit to my love,” Klaus replied in a flirtatious manner as if he thought Kayne had forgiven him for his misdeeds.
“I do not want nor need your word because I do not and will not ever again trust it. Take me to Elijah he is after all the noble one, take me to him, and once I get his promise, I will release you all, but I’d hurry if I were you because Magnus and Rose will not be sleeping long and once, they awake they’ll know exactly what I am up to.” Kayne responded coldly hoping his words of mistrust hurt Klaus for even a moment, hoping he had caused the hybrid a fraction of the pain that he had caused him.
Bella Black could not help but feel guilty for not siding with her siblings even if Kayne seemed to understand her motives behind not joining their war against the Mikaelsons she knew Rose never would. She knew she had failed her younger sister many times in the past whether it was being too strict with her, not being strict enough, or the time she was willing to let her die so Kayne could live, especially the letting her die part. Bella once trusted her brother Magnus with her life, the two were side by side for many years but his jealousy over their younger siblings Primrose and Kayne forced her hand into taking him out too, so trusting whatever he had planned was another risk she could not take, fearing he would double-cross them all at any given chance.
No, the risk of siding with her siblings against the Mikaelsons were far too high not just because of their legacy as the original family of vampires but also that they were more of a family than her or her siblings would ever hope to be, and that loyalty would be what conquered all in the end.
There was no chance her siblings nor her would make it out alive so why did she feel so bad for abandoning siblings who had each abandoned her many times before? Because deep down although their shared memories of being siblings may have been a result of the woman, they once thought to be their mother’s spells, despite all that being found out to be nothing more than magical lies, Bella could not imagine having loved any of them any less like the family had she knew the truth all that time, even Magnus.
“I do not think I can do this, I want to do this, everything inside of me is telling me to do this, but they are my family, Marcel.” Bella declared to Marcel Gerard as she sat in the passenger seat of his car with her hands stroking her ever-growing baby bump, while Marcel sat in the driving seat clearly looking frustrated by Bella’s admission, driving along a quiet road in the middle of the night.
“Klaus was and some ways still are like a father to me I love his kid like she is my sister, but I refuse to be in another one of their wars when it is over stupid hurt feelings,” Marcel replied to the centuries-old witch who was carrying his unborn child.
“That is exactly why I cannot watch them all just slaughter each other I told myself I was running for my child that the means justify the ends, but it is exactly that kind of thinking that has caused nothing but centuries of betrayals, heartbreak, and death,” Bella explained herself to the upgraded original. “We need to stop them, force some kind of intervention, and make sure they cannot leave until we reach a satisfying conclusion whereas little people die as possible.”
“Damn it! Annabella Black, I guess we are turning this car around.” Marcel said with panted breath as he admitted defeat in this argument, knowing that he did not want Rebekah nor Klaus to die over some century’s long vendetta with a family who they had wronged just as much as that family had wronged them.
Klaus Mikaelson knew that Kayne Black no longer trusted him for rightful reasons and he probably loathed him too, again for rightful reasons, but somehow despite all the reasons Klaus had given him to declare war on the Mikaelson family, Kayne had put the future of his sister’s unborn child above all vengeance and even other family ties proving that the man Klaus once loved, the man with a loyal and loving heart, was still there despite all the trauma that he had gone through.
Kayne, or rather his astral projection self, reluctantly agreed to allow Klaus to give him a quick tour around the little prison world that Kayne’s vengeful sister Rose created, agreeing only because of the promise of finding both Elijah and Rebekah along the way so he could get all three Mikaelsons before leaving the prison world with them.
“I hope you know killing you was my biggest regret it was never an easy decision for me to make but I would do anything for my family especially my daughter and I genuinely believed I was doing the right thing for my family.” Klaus apologized to the male witch, apologies being something the original hybrid rarely delivered.
“I understand that way of thinking Niklaus I even forgive that way of thinking but what I’ll never forgive is you not trusting me enough…despite everything I never stopped loving you when you gave me a million reasons too, but I suppose I should thank you for killing me because when you did you killed whatever love I had left for you,” Kayne replied, somewhat accepting Klaus’ apology. “Which is good because now I can think freely, logically, without allowing the past to affect my decisions.”
“Then I am glad I could get you to such a level-headed state of mind.” Klaus lied, knowing he had no right to hurt Kayne moving on from him if he really had.
“I suppose this either means you have cheated death again or we’re as dead as you are,” Rebekah said after using her vampire speed to rush over and find herself stood in front of Kayne and Klaus. “If you are here to torture us all please remember Niklaus did the deed as Elijah watched whereas I had no bloody clue what was going on…granted I’d probably have done the same, but the point still stands that I never.”
“The same as ever Rebekah,” Kayne responded with a laugh, amused by the original female vampire. “Believe it or not I’m breaking you and your brothers free from this place.”
“I do not believe it!” Rebekah stated with a great sense of suspicion over Kayne’s alleged willingness to help them.
“I believe it!” Elijah announced after he too used his vampire speed to appear as if from out of nowhere to now stand in front of Kayne and Klaus, standing next to Rebekah. “Your eldest sister is about to have a child and although you know we are dangerous you also know we would never hurt a child…something you cannot say about your siblings Magnus or Rose.”
“Exactly use, are truly the best of the worst in this scenario,” Kayne said with a saddened sigh, taking absolutely no pleasure whatsoever in betraying his sister Rose or even his brother Magnus.
Suddenly, much to the shock of both Kayne and Klaus, both Rebekah and Elijah suddenly vanished out of thin air, within a blink of the eye.
“Well, that did not take you as long as I thought it would,” Klaus stated before noticing that Kayne was equally as shocked as himself meaning someone else had released Elijah and Rebekah from this prison world.
“That was not me!” Kayne replied, before he and Klaus were next to vanish into thin air, neither knowing where they were about to go, or what hell awaited them…
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…
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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Chapter 21 - Better the Bitch you know
“I would waste time pretending that I am shocked to see you on their side but honestly Annabella you were never one with loyalty oh sure you would preach it enough, but you were always a backstabbing bitch! I mean look at you, Rebekah is supposed to be your one epic love and you’re currently carrying an antichrist baby courtesy of bedding her ex-boyfriend.” Rose snapped at her elder sister Bella furiously as she found herself behind bars within the dungeon located underneath the Mikaelson family’s compound, her sister standing in front of the cage door heavily pregnant and far from happy to be there. “I may be a lot of things but I would never play nice with our brother’s murderers.”
“Oh, please do you suddenly not recalling killing our brother Magnus?” Bella was quick to reply, refusing to allow Rose to claim she was loyal to anyone.
“Only you ever classed that troll to be a brother, I never really liked him not. Kayne was more family to me than any of you and as far as I’m concerned from the moment you did not join me to avenge his death is the very moment you became nothing more than somebody else on my hitlist.” Rose warned her, making it clear she no longer saw her as a family only as another enemy.
“Just tell me where they are or at least where Rebekah is?” Bella pleaded with the scheming witch, desperate to find Rebekah and make sure she was okay.
“I’ll tell you where Freya is,” Rose responded with a cruel and taunting laugh. “Ashes to ashes and all that.”
“If you do not tell me where they are Primrose then I will have no choice but to force the truth out of you.” Bella threatened her younger sister, making sure Rose knew she was willing to go to any length to ensure Rebekah’s safety.
“I’d like to see you try!” Rose replied, not backing down from her sister's threats, knowing she could endure any form of torture Bella had planned for her, knowing they could not kill her without getting the answers that only she had.
Rose had taken down Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah, hiding their bodies shortly afterward and after literally burning the eldest Mikaelson sibling Freya to death, she set her sights on Klaus’ daughter Hope but much to the scorned woman’s dismay she found herself overpowered by Hope, her wife Josie, and Josie’s twin sister Lizzie, who together managed to hold Rose long enough to reach into Rose’s chest and pull back out the bone blade that was making her even more powerful than she normally was.
And so there she was, imprisoned but not defeated, knowing that those responsible for her brother Kayne’s death were suffering greatly over the loss of Freya, and Rose was determined to make sure that they would never find Klaus, Elijah, or Rebekah no matter what they did to her because one day she would escape sooner or later she always escaped and this time she was driven by an extreme sense of vengeance.
Elsewhere, in a realm which was not quite within our world while at the same time not being outside of it, Kayne awakened on a cold harsh ground to find Magnus stood over him before Magnus reached out his hand and helped Kayne to his feet which is when Kayne took a good look around his new location only to find nothing but debris, a place completely devoid of any life other than him and his brother with a darkened sky that had no stars or moon to be seen.
“Where the hell am I? and why the hell are you here too?” Kayne questioned his brother, wondering what trouble Magnus had now got him into.
“The place of our birth otherwise known as the demonic realm,” Magnus revealed to him. “I figured I’d help you out before one of those things decided to rip you to shreds.”
“One of what things?” Kayne wondered as he continued to look around at his surroundings, attempting to work out how he wound up in the demonic realm.
“Demons, our brothers and sisters I guess, or maybe ancestors I am still sort of catching up on all that.” Magnus continued with the shocking revelations. “We’re the only ones around here to have actual bodies which makes them super jealous and extra violent considering apparently we were supposed to unleash them back among the living where they could all get hosts.”
“Yeah, I sort of remember the story, there is a lot of memories in one mind and things are kind of blurry when you just wake up after being murdered by someone you once loved,” Kayne replied, attempting to keep up with Magnus’ information.
“I know that better than anyone else but luckily for you, I want to get the hell out of there and I reckon I’ll need your help to do just that,” Magnus admitted to his brother, making it clear he was not intending to help Kayne out of the kindness of his heart.
“We’re not gods or demons or whatever the hell we were before we wound up here, I mean I would even place a bet we’re not even witches in this sordid little prison world!” Kayne told his brother, reluctant to trust him considering their complicated history.
“It is a demonic realm, and you know that! So, how about you stop whining over the fact the man you once loved killed you and help me get back to making our family royalty once more while putting those undead creatures back in the dirt where they belong.” Magnus stated, making his intentions clear.
“Niklaus may have killed me, but I still trust him more than I trust your hell at this point I would likely trust Annabella more than you,” Kayne admitted to his brother, making it clear he was not foolish enough to trust him. “However, I sure do not want to hang around here for much longer, so I’ll play along for now and if you get out of line well it is not like we have not killed each other before.”
“I will take that as a yes,” Magnus said with a sinister sense of enthusiasm.
Hope Mikaelson loved her family more than anything but that did not mean they came without their troubles especially in particular her father Klaus who for reasons which were not entirely his fault was in and out of her life but despite this Hope was very much a daddy’s girl even after settling down and marrying her wife Josie, she would stop at nothing to ensure her father remained in her life.
So, when she learned her father was missing, alongside her aunt Rebekah and her uncle Elijah she set out to capture the person responsible with the help of her wife and her sister-in-law hoping she could bargain with the centuries-old witch to get her family back in return for Rose’s freedom but as Hope quickly learned making deals with this particular witch was far more difficult than she could ever have imagined.
“Look girl fair dues for living up to all that Tribrid hype surrounding you and getting the better of me but you have to be a colossal idiot if you really think I am going to spill secrets because of a little cage.” Rose taunted the Mikaelson Tribrid as she remained in the dungeon underneath the Mikaelson, with Hope now standing where Bella stood earlier. “Right now, your family’s whereabouts is the only thing keeping alive and as for freedom we both know I’ll get out of here sooner or later, so you got to do better when making a deal with this she-devil.”
“Fine,” Hope replied with a sigh, clearly frustrated by Rose’s resilience. “Just tell me what you want, and we can get this all over with!”
“I want my brother Kayne back, but your brother killed him for no other reason than he feared his power which is so damn predictable of your father. You may think he loves you dearest Hope, but he loved him too and that didn’t stop him gutting my brother like a fish the minute he felt he was a threat to his kingdom.” Rose revealed to Hope.
“My father would never hurt me…but for what it is worth I am sorry about your brother. I know what it is like to lose the only family you have ever known, and I would not wish that on anyone! So, please give me mine back.” Hope responded, attempting to appeal to Rose’s softer side, hoping she had one.
“My sister is a backstabbing bitch who played us like fiddles our entire lives and my other brother Magnus loathed myself and Kayne our entire lives…Kayne’s the only one who was always there for me, and your father Klaus took him from me. Even if I were to feel anything about your struggles, I cannot allow him to be forgotten.” Rose reluctantly told Hope, being as honest with her as she could.
“What if I help you get your brother back?” Hope asked her, shocking Rose by her willingness, and kindness, something often rare within the Mikaelson family.
Klaus awoke within the woods of Mystic Falls late at night knowing instantly that he was in prison world’s version of Mystic Falls before he rose to his feet to find both Rebekah and Elijah stood there having clearly waited for him to wake up, both looking far from amused to be where they were, as anyone would be.
“You just had to go and piss off the most psychotic bitch in that family!” Rebekah complained to Klaus. “I mean if you are going to kill anybody it should have been her, it is like you want us to go to war with them what the bloody hell happened to the Klaus who almost married into that family?”
“At least I dealt with my witch Rebekah let us not forget that your witch is currently expecting your ex’s child which tells me Marcellus’ loyalties will be towards her and not us, so you better hope she’s the first one to love and not betray you!” Klaus snapped back at his sister.
“How about we do not try to pass on the blame here when we all know all of us are as bad as each other? We should never have killed Kayne, he was by far the least evil of that bunch, of course, his sisters are going to want revenge we literally cut out the heart of their family.” Elijah chimed in, reminding his siblings nobody was innocent here.
“Oh, please they’re not even related…or are they? It is so bloody hard to keep up with whatever the hell is going on with them.” Rebekah replied before going on to say. “Bella and Kayne were never the problems like always if Kol makes a friend they tend to try to kill us, actually if any of us makes a friend that tends to happen.”
“I was the one willing to do what was needed to protect us all as always, do you think it was easy for me to kill someone I once loved? Someone I still care for so deeply? No, but I did it for my family because when it comes down to it always and forever always comes first.” Klaus argued with his siblings.
“Well now we are probably going to have to kill them all even Annabella of course not until after she has her child which is a shame because she would have been a great ally to the family and the last thing, I want to do is kill a child’s mother,” Elijah stated, making it clear that his method was the only way for his family’s survival.
“That is not happening!” Rebekah shouted defiantly. “You two are only alive because of those witches and one of them is only dead because of our family. For once we need to do right by them, not every bloody relationship we ever have has to turn into hatred.”
“Rebekah’s right…for once! Kayne’s death was an end to justify the means and I will forever loathe myself for it so if we can we need to do right by Bella and hell maybe even Rose.” Klaus surprisingly agreed with his sister.
“Well, we cannot right our family’s wrongs if we remain trapped here!” Elijah told them both. “Which means we better start looking for a way out.”
Hope decided to take a stroll through Lafayette Cemetery with Josie hand in hand after learning that was the last place her aunt Freya was when the wicked Rose Black killed her and so the youngest member of the Mikaelson decided to pay her respects with her wife deciding to join to provide comfort to the Tribrid when needed as Josie’s twin sister Lizzie stayed at the compound plotting with the upgraded original Marcel Gerard and Rose’s sister Bella Black.
“Not to tarnish this moment by mentioning your aunt’s killer but are you really going to let Rose go free after everything she has done?” Josie questioned the woman she loved as they continued to walk through Lafayette Cemetery, as she wondered what the Tribrid was up to.
“Of course, not but that crazy bitch is not going to help us unless she thinks we are going to help her so I just need to keep that ruse up until I get what I want from her, and then she will soon be as dead as her brother,” Hope replied, revealing her devious plan.
“So, your solution to deal with your dad’s never-ending drama is to continue it by doing exactly what he would do? You said Marcel was like a big brother to you he’s supposed to mean something to you is he not?” Josie continued to question her, hoping her wife would not end up following in Klaus’ footsteps.
“Bella hates her sister almost as much as we do and with her expecting she is going to be far too busy bringing up the baby to keep a centuries-old feud alive.” Hope tried to reason with Josie, knowing that Josie was right.
“Rose is an evil bitch who deserves to die for killing Freya but if we continued to screw her over it is only a matter of time before Bella becomes an enemy too which will inevitably pit you against Marcel,” Josie advised her wisely.
“I know that Josie, but I also do not know what I am supposed to do here,” Hope confessed looking to Josie for a miraculous solution.
“Stop thinking like your father and start thinking like you! You’ve always wanted better for your family than endless vendettas maybe it is finally time to find a way of getting what you always wanted.” Josie replied, not quite giving Hope the answer that she wanted but giving her the advice, she needed to find the answer for herself.
It did not take Kayne or Magnus long to escape the demonic realm at all in fact it was rather easy, or so Kayne was led to believe. All they had to do to return to where they the so-called real world was to die in the demonic realm before they were possessed by the bodiless demons and so Kayne obliged in killing Magnus and reluctantly allowed Magnus to kill him, not knowing by returning to the land of the living he would also wind up permanently opening a portal between both worlds allowing the demons to pass through freely unleashing untold hell into the world, something Magnus had purposely forgotten to mention to his brother.
“It was really that easy!” Kayne said in disbelief as he awoke in his body which was still placed in the cave where he was murdered but once he got to his feet the entire cave began shaking ferociously, almost knocking the male witch back off his feet and as the very walls, dirt, and rock around him began falling into itself, he realized the cave was collapsing and he had to get out there quick to survive.
As Kayne climbed out of the collapsing cave, narrowly escaping with his life he fell to the ground and witnessed black smoke being released from the collapsed cave knowing that within that black smoke was the very demons from the realm he had just escaped from, as he realized he had just released hell on earth and played right into his brother Magnus’ hands but before he had the chance to worry about a potential demonic apocalypse he knew it was time to reunite with his family fearing the mess they had got into without him as he wondered whether it would be even more chaotic than the demons he and Magnus had just released.
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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.
F/F, F/M, M/M, GEN, + OTHER
Chapter 5: Here I Go Again
My hatred for Van Helsing had only ever grown over the years but instead of killing him like I know he would not hate to do to me, I imprisoned him when I had the chance, and then he broke free and captured myself and Rebekah, and once again I decided to imprison him although I had told myself I would kill him and I believed I was more than ready to end his existence but to my own shock someone had already beat me to it, leaving me now to wonder forever if I could have really killed the monster who I once called father.
“I cannot help but think that Van dying at the very convenient time of you taking me away from him is exactly the kind of shit you would do,” I said accusing Klaus, as he, Rebekah, Elijah, and myself had gathered within the Victorian gothic library of the castle I had claimed as my own.
“I was with you the entire time we were away from him besides who bloody cares who killed him the point is he’s dead now,” Klaus replied denying any trickery on his part, but I did not believe a word he said.
“The point is I was supposed to get to kill him nobody else!” I shouted at the original hybrid, furious to have missed my opportunity.
“Calm down Salem the point is your daddy drama is dead now…literally,” Rebekah told me before turning her attention to Elijah. “Well done brother!”
“If I had got my hands on him, they would have heard his screams halfway across the world nor would his death have ended so quickly either,” Elijah responded to his sister’s accusation, denying that he too was the killer.
“Well, somebody had to kill him, and we are the only ones here,” I argued with them all.
“Unless it was a witch, your father was not exactly caring of which supernatural he killed as long as they were different, he hunted them surely you are not his only enemy on this earth,” Rebekah suggested, making far too much sense for my own liking.
“Salem things may not have ended the way you like it but take a moment to appreciate that Van is gone and his reign of terror over you is finally over.” Elijah wisely advised me as he walked over and gave me a hug. “We will find out who killed him, and I will forever be in the debt. He’s gone now, he cannot hurt you anymore!”
Elijah was right, Elijah was always right, whether it was the way I planned it or not my ordeal with Van Helsing was finally over, my centuries-long fight with my father was over and I should be pleased with that alone, and perhaps I was but I do not know if some of Klaus’ paranoia had rubbed off on me or if my gut was telling me the truth, the truth being that something was far from right.
Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah left to return to New Orleans that night and although I wanted to go with them, I had to stay put at least until I could answer some of my many questions. How did Van break out of his prison in the first place? How did somebody kill my so-called father without anyone hearing so much as a pin drop? And other than myself the Mikaelson family and the newly deceased Van Helsing, who else knew where my home was? A secret I had hidden for over a century.
I returned to the dungeons underneath my castle to examine the scene in which Van was murdered even though I had examined it already with no telltale signs to be found, I spent most of the night there examining every inch of that place for something, anything, even if it led to how Van escaped beginning with although his murderer was the reveal I wanted the most when suddenly I heard footsteps from above and as I focused on those steps I could tell somebody has just let themselves into my library, a place where I kept everything of value to me, the many grimoires I had collected over the centuries, and so I sped my way into my library with all the vampire strength I could someone within me only to find Klaus stood there clearly waiting for me and nowhere near New Orleans where I had believed he was on his way to.
“I took time to think over your paranoia having something of an expert in that area and I could not help but wonder whether or not you may have a point. Whoever killed your father knew enough to know where this place was…information I believe only Elijah was privy to until now.” Klaus told me, surprising me by agreeing with my right to be suspicious. “If I was intent on killing Van, I would not stop at just him I would wipe out his entire bloodline which unfortunately for you no matter how much you try to deny it includes you.”
“So, what you are here to protect me?” I asked him in complete disbelief. “Because I do not need protecting least of all from you.”
“Oh, I know you do not need any protection in fact I knew that long before you even did. I m mostly here because my curiosity got the better of me but if you would rather, I go…” He replied but before he could finish his speech, I decided to cut him off.
“Leave!” I demanded. “This is the closest thing I have to a home, and I’d rather not have you here.”
“You really hate me?” He asked all too smugly with a devilish grin on his face. “If you hate me so damn much then there must be a part of you that cares about me enough to hate me.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I wondered, growing tired of the games I believed Klaus to be playing. “You really need to stop doing this to me Niklaus because it took me a lifetime to get over you and what you are doing now is far crueler than anything I have ever experienced.”
“Do you still fall asleep watching the stars sometimes? I remember we spent countless nights under the stars, how I used to wrap you up in my arms wishing that I’d never had to let you go.” He said to me as he began walking towards me, trying to charm his way out of an argument. “When I kissed you, I would wish I’d never have to stop or when you looked at me with nothing but love in your eyes it made me happier than I have ever been. I should never have lied to you when I said you meant nothing to me.”
“How am I supposed to know that you’re not telling me lies now? How am I supposed to believe that you have ever been truthful to me?” I questioned him, wanting to believe what he was telling me, that he really did love me, but fearing this was all a part of some twisted plan.
“Because I love you, Salem Helsing! And now that my memories are fully restored it feels like only yesterday, I first laid my eyes on you.” Klaus declared. “I loved you then and I love you now whether you choose to believe that is up to you but let me just say one thing I should never have left you then so please do not make me leave you again!”
I wanted to believe him more than anything, he had said everything I had been longing to hear from him for centuries, and it was only then when he began to walk away from
that I reached out for his arm, knowing at that moment that I had no choice but to believe him because I never wanted to leave him again.
“Stay!” I told him, as he turned around to face me, before pulling me into his embrace and kissing me passionately, feeling as magical then as it did the very first time and it was his lips not his words that told me this was real, he really did love me.
And that night, all suspicions were put on hold, as I only thought of him and he of me, as we took to the castle grounds and made love under the stars, falling asleep in each other’s arms like no time had passed between us at all.
After all the centuries of loneliness and despair, I had finally found happiness, I was loved by a man whom I loved too, I found a father in Elijah, a sister in Rebekah, and a brother in Kol made friends with Freya, Davina, Keelin, Hayley, Josh, and even Marcel. Finally, any fears of being forgotten, not meaning anything to anyone, all those worries were lifted in a single night, I finally got my happy ending…
But what makes a happy ending is never the final moments of one person’s life, it does not matter if they lived happily ever after it mattered that they lived and were happy for even a moment of your life. You get a happy ending if you were loved if you loved, and it is the greatest of endings if you are remembered.
I awoke early hours in the morning after my passionate tryst with the love of my lifetimes, but as I turned over to look at Klaus I was left horrified to see him grey and lifeless as I heard footsteps from afar, as I quickly sped through the castle grounds to find my clothing, clothe myself and shortly after just outside the front door to my castle, there he stood, a man I believed to be only a myth, the prince of darkness himself.
“It is nice to finally meet the son of my greatest foe,” Dracula said, greeting me with the same accent I had grown up hearing. “I doubt your father ever spoke of me just like he never spoke of you, for we were both his greatest shames. Me, I was the one monster he could not kill, and you were the one monster he was responsible for creating.”
“Well, I guess that answers who killed my father before I got a chance to,” I replied to him, still getting over the shock that Dracula really existed after all. “I’m guessing with the magic as well as being undead that I am not the original heretic after all.”
“No, but you are a creature who has earned my respect not only capturing the man I never could but turning him into the very thing he hates most…us,” Dracula responded. “Together we could rule this wretched world, no longer lurk in the shadows and be the most powerful creatures on this earth. Klaus Mikaelson does not deserve your loyalty nor does any of his siblings.”
“If you want me to be your bride then you are out of luck because I was never one for sequels, you just can never beat the originals,” I said rather smugly, a little too proud with my choice of words as I charged at the undead Impaler.
Before I even had a chance to lay a hand on the notorious, he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket pocket and launched it into my chest, the stake quickly piercing my heart as I began to feel death was approaching me quickly. I knew I had been defeated but I was never one to give up easily and so I pulled the stake out of my chest and launched it into Dracula’s chest, knowing that if I were going to die then he would be coming with me, saving Klaus from whatever cruel fate Dracula may have had planned for him.
“We could have been the greatest partnership of all time,” Dracula said with his final words as we both fell to the ground, our bodies turning grey almost instantly.
And that was it, after centuries of wanting happiness, I finally got what I had always wanted only for my story to come to an end shortly afterward but that does not mean that just because I met a grizzly end, that I did not have a happy ending and as for Dracula well his story never really has an ending just another new beginning.
As a human child I grew up in several unhappy homes being tossed around like an unwanted pet, only seeing my father from time to time in which the only attention he showed me was training me to one day take over as the next great Helsing hunter and when I made clear that was my destiny I was quickly abandoned.
As a heretic I found love with Klaus Mikaelson and family within his siblings, his brother Elijah becoming the only true father figure in my life and for the first time I had a taste of what true happiness could be only for it to cruelly be taken away from me.
My whole life then became a search for happiness, to mean something to someone, and to be remembered in fondness, and
that’s exactly what I got in the end so do not feel sad for me because I spent centuries truly miserable and only in death did I find the happy ending I was looking for.
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.
F/F, F/M, M/M, GEN, + OTHER
Chapter 4 - Almost Paradise
As I awakened from a sleep that felt like it had lasted forever, I had found myself back in my own bedroom within my chambers of an abandoned castle I had occupied over a century ago and continued to call my home until a trip to New York led me towards the path of Freya Mikaelson.
I immediately got out of bed noticing I was wearing the same clothes from the night Rebekah and I were sharing champagne and swapping stories and it was then that I remember what my father had done to us both, and quickly sped my way out of my boudoir and continue to vampire speed around the entire castle frantically in search of the blonde-haired Mikaelson vampire only to no avail, I was completely and utterly alone like I had always been in this abandoned and decaying castle and for a moment I began wondering if everything that had happened up until now was just some elaborate dream I had dreamt up to cure my loneliness.
No, my mind was never that creative, Van Helsing was behind all this for that I was certain. The only thing leaving me baffled was why to leave me here to take Rebekah elsewhere, after all, it would be he would not want to take his eye off considering it was me who had turned my father from a siphoning witch into a full heretic making him every bit the monster he believed me to be.
I had to get out of that castle, locate my father, rescue Rebekah, and put Van back into the chambers located beneath my castle, a prison I had spelled to hold him for many decades, a prison I was still unsure of how he got out of, but before my brain could function before I attempted to play the hell, my heightened vampire senses alerted me that the most important thing for me to do right away had a much-needed bath.
After a nice long soak and an outfit change, I attempted to leave my home and it was then as I walked through my front door only to find myself walking back into the castle did, I realize that Van had spelled my castle so I could not leave and if I tried, I would only wind up back there. It had been a while since I had fought with my so-called father and clearly, I underestimated him, of course, he would turn my home into my prison after all I had turned my home into his prison.
But I was a heretic with the ability to siphon any magic like the magic used to keep his spell in place and so I began doing what I did best and started draining the very magic from the walls of my home, before going on to drain the magic within the front doorway until I knew I was free to walk outside on the castle grounds, not realizing that the moment I enter the garden that nature had fully reclaimed, that Van was stood there waiting in a field with Rebekah’s lifeless body placed in a pentagram.
He had clearly linked himself with the original female vampire to grant him even more power, knowing it would make him stronger, powerful enough to take me down not fearing the wrath of the Mikaelsons like he foolishly feared no man which was how I managed to get the upper hand before to turn him into a vampire and all I had to do now was use his arrogance against him once again to save Rebekah and then take him down.
“I made the mistake of not killing you before, but I will not make that mistake again!” I warned him as I began walking towards my notorious father, attempting to come across confident when deep down I was terrified.
“You know you had a helping hand back then, an original one to be precise but I do not see him around here, the only original I see is currently my pawn in my plan to killing you,” Van replied coldly. “I must say as a father I am so disappointed it took you so long to figure out my spell but then again you were never particularly a bright child.”
“I am brighter than you I mean what kind of self-loathing lunatic hunts the very thing he is not to mention knowingly fathers a child he knows will be a witch, a thing he hates despite being one himself,” I responded as I now stood right in front of him. “It used to break my heart that you never loved me as a father should, but you can’t love anyone your just full of hate.”
“You know I tried with you I really did but even before you were a monster, I despised every second with you. You were always so meek and whiny, a true stain to my legacy! I should have killed you when you were firstborn when your very birth killed your mother.” Van viciously scorned me.
“Seriously?” I scoffed at him. “You blame me for her death? People die like that all the time if you want to put blame on anyone try the one who impregnated the woman in the first place! She would not have died if you could control yourself, I mean come on how hard is it to not get someone pregnant knowing you may father a child you would never love.”
“Never speak of your mother like that!” He shouted furiously as he clenched his right fist and punched my face using all his strength.
He was playing right into my hands, I wanted to lure him into a fight because physically I knew I may be stronger because I had been a vampire longer however, he was a very skilled hunter. Normally I would go straight to the magic but with him still linked to Rebekah, I had no choice but to beat him in a fight.
Van may have thrown the first punch, but I was quick to respond with a second punch which was followed by one hell of a fight. Van may have been the ultimate hunter but I had spent years being trained by him, that plus the fact I had been a vampire slightly longer than him was in my favor as I managed to hold my own for a while, but only for a while as it was not long before he began to gain the upper hand in a fight as I was thrown to the ground bloody, beaten, and broken, as the man who called himself my father stood above me with a wooden stake in his hand ready to kill me.
“Once you kill me you will truly and utterly be alone without anything else to hate but yourself!” I said to him defiantly, knowing I was about to die, never giving him the privilege of my pleading.
“I do not hate you my son, but I brought your monstrosity into this world, and I alone should be the one to take you out.” He replied as he moved forward and began to plunge the stake towards my chest when suddenly Klaus vampire sped his way onto the scene as if from out of nowhere, snapped Van’s neck and threw his body to the ground before picking up the wooden stake which had fallen onto the ground.
“You can’t kill him, not yet he’s still linked to Rebekah!” I quickly warned Klaus as I slowly rose to my feet. “First let me unlink them and then I get to kill him not you!”
“Very well,” Klaus replied with a smile as he handed me the wooden stake.
“I guess he was too busy draining your sister to cloak her first, amateur mistake from someone who calls himself a professional,” I said all too eager to mock the man who was just about to murder me.
“Are you okay?” Klaus asked me.
“I will be once he’s finally dead once and for all!” I confessed as I walked over to Rebekah ready to undo my father’s magic and wake up my immortal friend.
Before long I had awakened Rebekah, unlinked her from my devious father, and re-imprisoned Van Helsing within my castle ready to kill him and end my centuries-long misery at his hands, but first I could not resist some much-needed torture.
When it comes to bleeding, beating, and torturing a man you loathe there is no greater partner in crime than Rebekah Mikaelson. I had all the intention for this to be the last day of my father’s miserable existence but considering he had kidnapped us both, linked himself to Rebekah, and hunted me for many lifetimes I only found it fitting that his death was far from painless or quick.
“Why have you not just killed that bastard already?” Klaus snapped at me after pulling me away from the torture chambers where I had Van Helsing imprisoned.
“What the hell has it got to do with you what I do or do not do my father?” I snapped right back, infuriated by his interference.
“Because he did not just come for you this time around, he came for my family, and the last time you had him locked up he escaped!” Klaus argued with me. “I do not know if you are questioning your ability to kill your own father but…”
“Oh trust me he will die at my hands and my hands alone but first I am going to make him suffer in ways he cannot fathom, I will having pleading for death only to deny it repeatedly until I so desire to end him and then and only then will I do so when I grow tired of inflicting unspeaking pain onto the man who has hunted me all my life.” I declared, making my plans obvious to the original hybrid, making it clear this was under my control and only I could call the shots.
“I remember a man who would wish nobody any ill will, a man who believed in the best out of the worst of the people. That man is not here anymore, is he?” Klaus replied, taunting me with his judgemental words. “Kill your father and attempt to find some peace do not hold onto this hatred forever or it will destroy you as it destroyed me.”
“Please do not stand in front of me and pretend to give a damn about the man I have become when I am only doing exactly what you would do in my shoes!” I told him, furious by how hypocritical he was being especially considering he killed both of his fathers, and one of them twice.
“I do not want you to be like me do you not get that? I never wanted you to be like me that is why I left you to save you from becoming the monster I was because the thought of such an amazing light get completely lost within the darkness hurt me in ways you cannot imagine.” Klaus revealed to me, shocking me with his sudden displays of caring for me although I did not trust it.
“There is no light left in me nor do I believe that you ever put my needs before your own. You left me because you grew tired of me so do not try to mess with my mind now to rewrite history to your own advantage!” I continued to argue with him, refusing to accept the idea that maybe he did care for me after all.
“Guys!” Rebekah shouted as she sped her way into the middle of us both in true vampire style, looking somewhat startled by something.
“Not now Rebekah!” Klaus snapped at his sister.
“It’s your father Salem, he’s dead!” Rebekah revealed to us, leaving me stunned by her admission.
Rebekah and I had left Salem in the dungeons ready to restart our twisted torture once I managed to get rid of Klaus so the idea that he had suddenly dead left me speechless. How could he die without any of the vampires within the castle hearing him? And who the hell hated him just as much as I to kill him?
One thing I knew for sure was Van Helsing sure as hell never killed himself.
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.
F/F, F/M, M/M, GEN, + OTHER
Chapter 3 - Father Returns
The thing about memories is over time they can get distorted in so many ways, either you reminisce fondly airbrushing a lot of the bad or you allow pain to take out all the good. When you are the only one with these memories it makes you question its authenticity, how differently others may have seen it or felt in a different way and suddenly when you are beginning to question the percentage of truth behind your own memories you find yourself asking do you allow the truth in even if it distorts said precious memories or do you fight safety in a possible lie?
The answer would be simple, truth above all else, but what if friends you loved like family, who you have a past with that you hold so dearly to your heart, what if their memories do not add up to your own?
Or what if the only person you ever loved never gave a damn about you?
These were the questions keeping me awake at night as I endlessly thought about whether to restore Klaus, Rebekah, and Kol’s memories of me, if they even mattered after all this time, or if it would just wind up causing more trouble than its worth and then I got a knock at my hotel door late one night which changed everything for me.
“Rebekah…” I said after answering the door in shock, confused as to why she would be visiting me at all, never mind so late in the night.
“My brother Niklaus is not the type to give gratitude to those who are entitled to it so I wanted to thank you in person because I doubt, he ever bloody will,” Rebekah replied to me, as I knew instantly she was lying.
“That’s not why you are here,” I responded making her know I knew she was not being truthful to me.
“Ok,” Rebekah admitted as she let herself into my hotel room, closing the door behind her afterward. “I know you spent the whole day with my brother Elijah and after several drinks and constant prying he admitted everything to me although Klaus’ paranoia probably played a big part in it you see when my brother starts getting worked up, he starts murdering and Elijah would not want you murdered now would he?”
“I cannot tell if you know nothing, and you are here to threaten me or if you know everything is still here to threaten me,” I told her, before going on to say. “Either way you look all worked up and that never ends well for anybody.”
“See that’s just bloody weird you clearly know me, in fact, according to Elijah you know all of us, and yet I do not have a single memory of you.” Rebekah snapped, confessing to me that Elijah had told her everything. “For you to be so close to us that Elijah would consider you a son, for you to have a history with us all and for you to be willing to do what you did for us, and yet I cannot remember a thing about your hell I hadn’t even heard of you like the rest of them have.”
“I was not the one to take the memories from you Rebekah, but I think I can give you them back if you want them back that is, but I totally understand if you do not especially with the hollow and everything that has happened lately. If I, were you, I’d ignore all this recent information and get back to enjoying your own life maybe even with Marcel?” I suggested, laying the choice onto her hands instead of mine, fearing she would accept while also at the same time fearing she would decline.
“I want these bloody memories back right now because there is nothing, I loathe more than being kept in the dark and if these memories do not add up as they do with Elijah, I can just kill you and get it all over with,” Rebekah replied in true Rebekah style, with a sense of strength, sarcasm, and just the right amount of diva.
And so, I had no choice really but to restore her memories, and not long after I did, Kol too came to me asking the same before leaving New Orleans to return to his wife, and I obliged to him too. Both of their reactions serving as reminders to myself that the bond we had created was true, that it was not just one-sided, that they really were my friends all those years ago and maybe just maybe they would be again.
Klaus had spent a lot of his time since having the hollow magically removed from him, spending time in Mystic Falls, reuniting with his daughter Hope and getting to know the life she had made for herself in his absence, including her girlfriend Josie Saltzman, someone who somehow managed to be the only person in this world he’d allow his daughter to date, probably because he was once in love with Josie’s mother as I had learned from a drunken night catching up with Rebekah.
As I started spending more time reconnecting with Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah, as well as getting to know Freya, Keelin, Hayley, Marcel, and Davina, I found myself loving my time in New Orleans, feeling human again, and having a life I had always dreamed of but always in the back of my mind was the fear that when the day came to restore Klaus’ memories of me, that everything I was building in this city, would burn to the ground by Klaus’ will alone to not have some ex he grew tired of many centuries ago.
“Well.” Were the only words I could mumble after restoring Klaus’ memories, the two of us standing alone within the compound, as I feared what he might say next, knowing if he wanted me to leave, I was ready to fight to keep what I had just recently regained, a family.
“Well, what?” He asked in reply to my mumbled words. “Do I remember you now? Yes, I do, does it miraculously change anything? No, you were just one of too many who got caught up in my family’s drama the only miraculous thing about it is the fact my siblings have decided to give you the light of day again.”
“That is exactly the response I expected from you if any, but I just want to let you know Niklaus that I like it here in New Orleans and I am not going anywhere so you have to either learn to tolerate me or leave again,” I warned him making my stance noticeably clear. “I am not going anywhere!”
“Like I said you are of absolutely no significance towards me and I am trying this new thing where I allow my family to be happy so I will not question your presence as long as you continue to play nice but if you are plotting something I will find out and I will kill you whether Elijah considers you a son or not, after all, he had no problem killing my son,” Klaus replied making it absolutely clear I meant nothing to him.
But little did I know at the time there was more to that story than Klaus would lead me to believe…
Later that night, completely unbeknownst to me at that time, Klaus confronted Elijah over a matter of secrets he had kept from him, some that even I did not know yet and that is when things really started to get interesting.
“I know we have not had a chance to talk since the whole hollow and amnesia thing, but I am glad we’re talking now, and even more glad Josh let us have the place for the night,” Hayley admitted to Elijah, as the two sat at a table within the empty bar of Rousseau’s. “I’ve lived almost a decade without you, and I do not just want to go back to the person I was around you. I’ve really found myself a new pack here, my daughter is happy at Salvatore Boarding School, and I am happy but that does not mean I do not still love you.”
“Hayley, you know I’ve only ever wanted the best for you, and I would never want to take any happiness from you, in fact, that is all I ever wanted for you,” Elijah replied to the hybrid he loved with all his heart.
“I cannot and will not go back to a place where you put family above all else and by that, I mean putting it above your own conscience. We have all done terrible things just to survive but the hollow is gone now, and this is our chance to start fresh.” Hayley told him, ready to give things a proper shot with the only man she had ever loved, but cautious to let him all the way in again.
“I agree,” Elijah responded with a sincere smile, ecstatic to learn Hayley was willing to give them both a fresh slate, another chance to get their love right, and this time he believed with all his heart that they were ready to make things work between them.
Before the two lovers had a chance to properly reconcile or talk out more of their previous problems, Klaus sped into the bar with full vampire speed, grabbed a hold of Elijah’s throat, lifted him from his chair, and charged his body into the wall as he tightened his grip on his brother’s throat.
“Klaus, what the hell are you doing now?” Hayley screamed at him, as she rose from her chair, then continued to use her vampire speed to run over there and pull Klaus off his brother’s throat. “I am getting real sick of you always trying to kill your siblings when they are the only ones who have always been there for you.”
“Have they?” Klaus screamed at Hayley, before turning his attention back to Elijah. “First you ruin any chance I had of being with Aurora before her brain completely went to mush and now, I find out you did it again with Salem. How many times did you plot against me to ensure I would be miserable for all of eternity? How many times did you play the noble brother only to stab me in the back repeatedly?”
“Must I remind you Niklaus that the only sibling who stabbed the other was you not I?” Elijah replied while somehow keeping his composure, purposely not rising to Klaus’ anger towards him. “Aurora was vengeance in a split moment after learning you killed our mother…Salem was different, it was not about you, it was about him.”
“Elijah…” Hayley said in shock, with a sense of disappointment in her voice.
“You convinced me to leave him that I was only putting him in danger that if I truly loved him, I should let him go and you said you would stay behind to keep an eye on him, but you had no plans of ever leaving his life, did you?” Klaus shouted furiously at his older brother. “Why the hell do you get to be the man he admires, and I have to be the one who broke his heart when you knew how much it hurt me to leave him? You knew how I had not let myself love for the longest time after Aurora, you knew how special Salem was to me, and yet you did not care!”
“I did care!” Elijah shouted back, finally standing up for himself. “I cared about the innocent young man who was so naïve and willing to love anything even a family of monsters and I continued to care as I watched you turn him into a vampire, how you continued to poison that innocence and you know you damn fine you were making him worse. He was becoming like you, and I could not stand the thought of my son becoming you…I am sorry Niklaus, but the truth is you were poisonous
to everything you touched back then, and I had to save him, he may not be my blood, but he is the closest thing I have ever had to a child. You above all other people must understand that need to protect your child even from your own blood.”
“I do!” Klaus admitted in a defeated sigh, not knowing until then that Elijah loved me in a way only a father could, and despite his fury, he knew that he had done the same with Marcel and Rebekah, he had sinned as much as his siblings, and he could not stay angry with his brother for doing the same.
“I totally understand trying to protect people from your brother, trust me I do.” Hayley began to say. “But he’s changed since then, he’s a far better man, and I know you love this Salem guy like a son but if Klaus and he had something once before maybe…”
“I did not tell Salem anything other than lie I told him all those years ago because deep down I knew you were right, brother,” Klaus admitted to Elijah. “I do not wish to come between you and your son, I know what it's like to lose a son and then get him back and if it were not for you, I may never have had Hope in my life…you deserve that happiness too Elijah.”
“Thank you, brother!” Elijah responded with a hug, genuinely touched by Klaus’ words. “If you still have feelings for him, I will not stand in the way because you have become the man, I always wanted you to be.”
Completely oblivious to the happenings of that night I had receded back to the balcony of my hotel room sharing champagne with Rebekah as we both sat on chairs and watched the busy and beautiful city of New Orleans, knowing that this night Rebekah was there for gossip, to which I could not blame her because I too wanted gossip from her about her soap styled dramatic romance with the vampire turned beast Marcel Gerard.
“So, what is the deal with yourself and Marcel anyway? I mean you are clearly crazy about the man and from what I’ve heard he’s just as crazy about you and yet you keep pulling yourself away from the only guy your brother would not kill.” I questioned her before she got a chance to question.
“I doubt he is the only man in this world Klaus would not kill, speaking of which how did my brother deal with his newly restored memories?” Rebekah responded smugly while drinking her glass of champagne, swerving my question with another question, but like her, I too was no amateur at this game.
“Nothing I was not expecting which is more than I can say for you and Marcel. I never know what to expect with you two I mean you’re a woman born to be a bride hence all your trial runs and now you have the chance to have everything you want you just throw it away?” I continued, knowing my words would strike a chord with her.
“He loves this city more than he will ever love me and New Orleans may be my home, but I was practically chained to Niklaus for a thousand years, and now that I am finally free to do as I please I do not want to just give it up!” Rebekah admitted as she finished off her champagne.
“I am just waiting for you that you have wanted for yourself for as long as I can remember, happiness because nobody deserves happiness more than you!” I reassured her, wanting her to listen to my words, take them in, and finally allow herself to be genuinely happy.
But happiness was far from on the agenda that night as Rebekah and I quickly learn when my biological father Van Helsing suddenly vamp sped his way onto the balcony having come from my hotel room.
“I guess you are not happy with just being a monster you have to get yourself a whole family of them too.” He said furiously as Rebekah and I jumped up onto our feet, both of us stunned by his presence.
“I thought I locked you away for good?” I managed to say out loud, while remaining in complete and utter shock that Van was standing right before me, having believed I had seen the back of him for good.
“This my son is why you always go in for the kill!” He replied as he raised his right hand up in the air, in the shape of a fist, unleashing his magic onto both Rebekah and I as we fell to the ground in agonizing pain, the blood vessels in our brains bursting repeatedly by his will until we both passed out.
And just like that my short lived happiness had once again be ruined and by the man who had brought more misery into my life than anybody else, as myself and Rebekah quickly found ourselves prisoner to a man who without a doubt plotted to end us both.
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.
F/F, F/M, M/M, GEN, + OTHER
Chapter 2 - Remember My Name
Many centuries ago…I was neither witch nor vampire, I was as human as one human could be, I was young, so young, foolish, and naïve, desperate to be loved in a world that had rarely shown me any form of kindness. I was raised by a man who criticized my every weakness, loved only the hunt, and wanted nothing more for me to follow in his infamous footsteps. It is madness to realize the very reason he began to despise me was that I became every bit as heartless as he always wanted me to be.
My father, Van Helsing, and I had moved around a lot due to his obsession with killing werewolves, witches, and vampires, anything that he believed to taint the world we lived in he would hunt mercilessly often leaving me alone or ditching me off on whoever would take me until I was old enough to turn my back on him for a change and that’s when his true evil was shown to me.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, Van was a witch himself, a siphoning witch like myself, thrown out of his own coven, by his own family, and it was then he began to loathe not only himself but the supernatural world that had denied him. I do not know how my mother could ever love a man like that maybe she made him better, maybe she just had a terrible taste which was clearly passed down to me but either way, Van loved my mother deeply and he only ever seemed human to me, when he would speak of her, the love of his life.
My mother was killed by something supernatural, as to what I never found out because when I asked him, he would describe them all as monsters, monsters took my mother is what he said but the only monster I ever knew back then was him.
After fleeing from Van Helsing, vowing to never be like him, I had found myself in a small village located west of Transylvania, and for a while, I lived a normal human life there until I met them, the Mikaelson family, and that is when everything changed for what I believed to have been for the better at the time.
I first befriended Rebekah, then Kol, and eventually Klaus, it was not until I was dead that my bond with Elijah was truly formed. As the time quickly passed, I found myself choosing to ignore all their wrongs because I felt part of something for the first-ever and because I had found myself falling completely and utterly in love with Klaus Mikaelson.
Klaus was the first man I had ever loved and for a time I truly believed he loved me too but of course, my happiness was short-lived as my life came to an end by my own choice as I became a vampire, so I could be with Klaus forever and it was then and only then when I became part of the undead that I realized I was also a witch, the first heretic.
I took to being a heretic far too well, the blood lust was easy to control but the chaos was something I had become obsessed with and it was not long before Klaus noticed this and began to pull himself away from me, the chaos I created with the help of an eager Kol and Rebekah was the very chaos that brought my father back to me as he decided I was his next target.
The Mikaelsons were gone by the time my father had found me, leaving for somewhere else as they continued to run from their own father, Klaus has given me an excuse that he did not want to endanger me, but I knew he did not want me along because he had grown sick of me, but luckily one of them cared about me enough to stick around, that one being Elijah.
Elijah saved me from a father all too willing to kill his own son and it was then and only then I began to truly value the man that was Elijah Mikaelson. He saved me from my father then he stayed with me till I found somewhere near to live, staying by my side until I found a new home, caring for me like I was his own, and for the years following in which he visited me I had finally found within the noble original, a father I had wished for all my life…until his visits stopped and before I knew it I was once again alone.
“You have to forgive my brother Niklaus believe it or not his manners have improved over the centuries he just does not remember you like I did not until very recently,” Elijah informed me as we had arranged to meet at a table in a fancy restaurant the morning after he announced his memories of me had returned, as we proceeded to drink tea. “When you restored my memories, I guess that spell hacked away at the magic which had blocked you from my mind all those years ago.”
“I cannot believe for all these years I had thought you just lost interest in helping the little orphan Helsing, I mean I could have reached out and found out the truth so much sooner, but I was just so damn stubborn,” I confessed to him, as I regretted the lost time.
“Your father spelled me and my siblings to forget you, I guess he had hoped that loneliness would draw you out which if it had he would have probably killed you so for once your stubbornness was a good thing,” Elijah replied as he drank his tea. “I just wish it did not take us so long to be reunited again.”
“Elijah you were the only true father figure in my life all I ever wanted was to make you proud, but I failed along the way, I have done things, terrible things, and not just for survival, for pleasure, I’m very much the monster Van said I was,” I replied, hoping for the only man whose opinion I care about would not lessen towards me.
“We have all done incredibly hideous things over the centuries Salem, I above all cannot just you for any spilled blood,” Elijah reassured me as he finished his cup of tea before placing the empty mug down on the table. “I cannot imagine the life you must have lived all this time or how it has affected you, but I did consider you as a son to me then as I do now which is why I need to ask…do you want my siblings to remember you?”
“I am glad your memories of me are back and I hope the good ones outweigh the back, but I’d rather not give Klaus the blessing of knowing he broke my heart and as for Kol and Rebekah I’m sure they have lived a pretty decent life without me,” I answered him honestly.
“I will accept whatever you choose is best for you, I know you did not want their involvement all those years ago but maybe now…” Elijah began to say to me before I cut him off, knowing exactly where this was leading to.
“He is not hunting me or anyone else anymore, I’m not the scared newbie vamp I once was Elijah, nor do I need saving from anyone, but I do appreciate the fact you still care after all these years,” I told him, attempting to make it clear I was not here to be rescued.
“It’s a father’s job to always worry about their children,” Elijah said with a gentle smile on his face, his words touching me more than he would ever know, being the only person in my life who I believed to love me unconditionally.
Elijah Mikaelson was not my father in the biological sense nor was there ever a chance of him being a biological father but ever since he saved me that day, he became a father to me. he found me somewhere to stay when I needed it most, taught me how to live as a vampire, and even tutored me in magic for a short time until I overpassed his knowledge in that department.
Elijah knew the worst of me, was always there for me, and always made feel loved and safe, two feelings that were rare to me and I was glad after so much time had passed that all my worries were gone within a moment of being reunited with the man I loved like a father, a man who was my father in more ways than Van ever was.
After spending the entire day catching up with Elijah, hearing stories about the Mikaelson family over the last few centuries like Freya’s miraculous return, and Elijah’s love for Klaus’ baby mother Hayley, I was left feeling a great sense of warmth and happiness, feeling almost human for the first time since I had died and I began to consider whether or not restoring the other’s memories would hinder or help me reclaim that family connection I had always wanted.
Klaus had loved before me, and he loved after me so I doubted any memories would grant a reunion especially when he was over me long before he had forgotten me, but I did miss Rebekah and Kol who was like cool older siblings to me once upon a time before everything went to shit and to have them back would grant me even more happiness. However, happiness had always been a dangerous thing for me, every time I was content in my life it was tragically cut short by death, despair, or completely misery, and sometimes all the above.
I had lived an exceptionally long life but felt very little happiness and so if I was to restore everyone’s memories, I would be chancing my heart, a part of my body that had been useless for centuries could potentially now kill me if I let it but was it worth the risk?
