《I'm your kid too, father》Lucien
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we are back at the nasty ass club
dear grandmother is sitting shackled on a chair
Elijah looks dead scary playing with a knife
"Let me guess-- you brought me back from the dead to torture me"
Elijah rolls his eyes
"My dear mother, we simply need your blood. Though, in the even that you should suffer horribly, I can't promise i won't enjoy it immensely"
I hum "I like this side of you, Elijah"
Klaus arrives joining us
he sits by me "Ah, mother, I've arrived just in time for another one of your deaths. Maybe we will have Sam do it as he is the only one who hasn't. But as much as I appreciate the front-row seat, I'm afraid I'm going to have to postpone the festivities"
Elijah growls "You're in excellent spirits"
"Lucky for you, as I'm the one needed to save the day" Klaus smirks
"Is that what it's called?"
"Why not? My plan's worked perfectly"
Elijah lunges for him
"CAN YOU TWO NOT FOR TWO SECONDS" I yell "Who is the seven year old here? Me or the two of you? Jesus can you not wait till after Dahlia's dead to have one of your death matches?"
they both blink at me
"Fair enough" Elijah grumbles
Klaus looks at me amused "and what did you have in mind?"
"Mind games" I shrug "Everyone has a weakness; Dahlia's is so obvious grandmother"
Ester rolls her eyes "Ah, yes. You expect me to walk willingly to my death"
"Your willing participation would be a bonus" Klaus grins "But it's far from necessary. If needs be, I'll drag you there myself"
I poke Klaus
he looks at me
"Could you take this off" I ask holding up my arm "Please"
Klaus takes my arm in his hands and slips the bracelet off my wrist
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oh thank fucking god
Rebekah walks in the room
"Yes, dear mother, you do not have a choice. Then again, why should you be any different from the rest of us? We're all dancing puppets in Nik's end-of-days marionette show. He forces every move we make"
"And how long are you gonna stand there and pretend you don't need me to? The both of you have fought me at every turn, leaving me no choice but to act alone! We're no strangers to disagreements on the battlefield, but we also have a very long history of doing whatever it takes to win the war"
Elijah stand hitting the table "And what of Gia?" he walks forward "Hayley?"
okay
"Collateral damage"
Elijah jumps over the table and punches him
"You claim your actions are part of some ruse-- this was a punishment"
"Punishment? Whatever for? Perhaps the dagger you put in my heart"
Elijah's gonna start shouting now
"You brought that upon yourself! No, we have fought together for centuries, and once again, to break your enemy, you broke your family" Damn "Well, now this-- whatever the outcome tonight, you will no longer see me by your side. You want to be alone? Well, congratulations. You have your wish"
Elijah grabs Ester
"Come, Mother"
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they left me here with Hope and Cami
about an hour later I hear them walk into the dinning room
I was going to go in but Rebekah and him we're arguing then she leaves
"Did she die? What happened?" I ask walking in the room where some human is bleeding on the carpet
that's an expensive carpet
taking the humans hand I put it above a bowl
Klaus is staring at me "Why did you do that"
"The carpet is nice and expensive" I tell "There's no need to ruin yet another carpet. So, is she dead and where is Ester?"
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"Both dead" he whispers "Why are you so comfortable around dead bodies"
I shrug "I don't remember not being comfortable around them. It's just a dead body. People die all the time" then I revert my eyes to leave
"Where are you going"
my eyes dart to him "why do you care"
his eyes fall "I'm your father"
"wow" I snap "Hell must have just frozen" then I leave
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Hayley is still a dog in the bayou which is still funny
the rest of them keep trying to talk to me and I just can't
I'm eight years old now...they lost their chance
Klaus tries to corner me to make me talk to him. Honestly, it's getting hard to dodge him. He didn't want me then so now he doesn't get me.
Elijah tries to ask me about the books I'm reading because he wants to get to know me. Apparently we like the same kind of books but there's nothing to fix because we don't know each other.
The relief is that Rebekah is not here to do anything. Although I doubt she would be trying anything
Freya's cool though, she's been teaching me magic and I'm pretty good.
so far Hope doesn't have magic but I think she will soon
Klaus is leaving
"Where are you going" I ask
he stops and looks at me "My art gallery"
"Can I come?" I question "I'm tired of being in this house?"
"sure" he smiles really big "Just stay close to me"
about thirty minutes later we're there
"It's a derivative fiasco-- little atmosphere, less technique. It's nothing more than a self-congratulatory ego trip"
a smile breaks out on my face
"I wouldn't expect you to host an art show without compelling the critics to speak your praise" a guy with brow hair and brown eyes says behind Klaus and I
"And I wouldn't expect an uncultured savage to crash such a formal affair"
oh he knows this vampire
"Yeah, not my usual scene"
the critic has moved on
"Though, that mouthy blood bag does have a point. Your work is derivative--"
"Oh" apparently this guy amuses Klaus
"Of Degas, I'd say. Although, I happen to know that you compelled Degas to mentor you. I always thought this work improved after your influence"
My hands go up "What is going on right now?"
the guy finally looks at me
Klaus sighs "Lucien this is my son Samael. Samael this is my first turned vampire Lucien"
"Son" this Lucien smiles "Never pictured you for a father type"
"Me or you both" I smirk "I'm thirsty"
he chuckles at me "I am quite parched as well"
so here we are in a booth where these two are reminiscing about the past
"Oh, Kol! Kol was a bloody loon! I love it"
Klaus laughs loudly
"But Finn! Oh, Finn-- Finn was fine...as long as you didn't have to speak to him"
"Have you spoken to her" Klaus asks
"Who's her?" I ask "Do you have some shade on Klaus?"
Lucien smirks at me "Aurora was your father's first love. We parted centuries ago"
wonder what Cami would think of this?
oh speaking of Cami she walks in the club
Klaus claps Lucien on the shoulder "Please, excuse me, there's someone I need to speak to"
he goes to walk away
"Anyone tasty" Lucien asks
Klaus smirks back but then looks at me "Stay here and behave"
my eyes roll and I turn to Lucien
"tell me some of Klaus's dark deep secrets"
"Oh, we are going to get along great, little Mikaelson"
"Samael" I give "I was thinking the same thing"
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