The Last Petrova

Mikael

1610, France

"I don't understand, why are we leaving?" I asked Niklaus as he led me out of the mansion I had been trapped in for the past three weeks. Barely two hours had passed since August had taken his guards and had left.

"Shut your mouth and get inside," Niklaus said, pointing to the readied carriage in front of me. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly got in. It was strange, really- learning what he was should have frightened me, but instead, it had brought upon the opposite effect. Now that I knew of the Mikaelsons' identities, I was less scared.

"Can't we just rest for one bloody day before setting off?" I heard a voice complain. I had never heard this voice before, so naturally, I was curious.

I stuck my head out the carriage window and saw a young man talking to Elijah.

"You know as well as I that waiting isn't an option, Kol," Elijah said in a low voice. "If those useless French soldiers managed to find us, it's only a matter of time before Mikael does, as well."

Mikael. This was the first time I had ever heard that name, yet Elijah spoke it with such heaviness in his heart that I immediately understood that this 'Mikael' was a person- perhaps the only person in the world whom the Mikaelsons truly feared.

"I'll bring Rebekah, and you go get that girl you insisted on bringing along. They can both ride with the Queen," Elijah said. I saw Kol walk away after throwing his hands up in the air with a sigh of exasperation.

Soon after, footsteps were heard making their way over towards the carriage. I immediately sprung back in place to my seat, not wanting anyone to know I had been listening in on the brothers' conversation.

The carriage door opened to reveal... "Eleanor?" I said in disbelief. "Hello, your majesty." Eleanor, my lady whom I believed Kol had killed back in the castle, stared at me happily.

"What- how are you here?" I said, relieved to see a familiar face. "I'm glad to see you're alright..." I trailed off and frowned. "Ellie?" I said, waving a hand up and down her face. She showed no signs of response.

"Wouldn't worry about her, darling," a voice said from beside me. I turned my head around to see Kol, with a smile playing on his lips.

"Eleanor, love, your Queen wants to talk to you," Kol said. Eleanor turned towards him, then towards me. "Hello, your majesty," she said to me once more. Kol frowned. "Did I break you?" he muttered to himself. Then he shrugged.

"Bring her in," Kol called to someone behind him.

I stared with wide eyes as Rebekah's body was lifted into the carriage. Her skin was grey, and thick veins rippled across her dry face. She looked as if she had been mummified.

"Beatrice will be here to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Kol said, getting out of the carriage to make way for a beautiful woman with auburn hair and startling blue eyes. Just as I had seen her last, she was wearing an outfit composed entirely of black leather.

She had a smile on her face, but unlike Kol's smile, which was made up of a cruel kind of humor, hers was entirely evil.

We rode on for many miles, and I began to lose hope of anyone ever finding me. But then again, what did it matter if someone did find me? The second they tried to rescue me, they would be killed.

At around dawn, Rebekah awoke with a gasp. I practically jumped up in alarm, but Beatrice and Eleanor simply glanced Rebekah's way, as if waking from the dead were an everyday occurrence.

"Bloody hell," Rebekah gasped, her chest heaving in and out.

"Here," Beatrice said, offering her wrist up to Rebekah. Without a moment of hesitance, Rebekah clamped her hands around Beatrice's wrist and sunk her fangs into her veins.

I watched with mixed fear and fascination as Rebekah began to feed. I noticed that Beatrice's wound remained open even after Rebekah had fed. So that either meant that an Original vampire's bite could toxically affect a regular vampire's skin... Or Beatrice didn't have any healing powers at all. She wasn't a vampire.

At noon, the carriage finally came to a stop. I looked out the window and saw that we had arrived in a quaint little village.

"He won't find us here, as long as we don't go around murdering the townsfolk, we should be safe," I heard someone say. I got out of the carriage and saw that it was Niklaus who had said these words. "You say that as if refraining from murdering innocent people is an easy feat to accomplish," Kol said with a laugh, clapping a hand on his brother's back.

"I'll get to work on the cloaking spell," I heard Beatrice say to Niklaus.

That night, I couldn't sleep. Something was bothering me, and surprisingly enough, it wasn't the fact that I had witnessed over two dozen murders that day. No, it was something else... That girl, Beatrice... It had been subtle, but I had felt such hateful emotions emitting from her.

That was when I heard a scream. I stood from my bed and headed towards the window. I was on the second floor of the small house, and from there, I could see...

A massacre. 

The village was on fire. Innocent people were screaming in panic as they tried to avoid death. Meanwhile, right in front of the house I was in, an old man was holding the bodies of two of the Mikaelsons' vampire soldiers. Their heads had been ripped off their shoulders...

I stumbled backwards and landed on the floor.

"Klaus! Where are you, boy?" the man yelled. I heard bones snapping- another one of the vampire soldiers, dead.

I scrambled over to the corner of the room and curled myself up into a ball, as if that would help me in any way.

I heard footsteps running around upstairs- that the floor the Mikaelson family were sleeping in. I heard shocked yells from all over. In the midst of it, I heard someone yell, "The girl! He's after the girl-" bones snapping. I was trembling so hard that I felt I could break the earth apart if I wanted to. The door to my room was flung off its hinges, and the old man I had seen downstairs entered.

I screamed until my throat was sore. The old man grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up, though he was surprisingly gentle about it. "I'm sorry that you had to get caught up in all of this, my dear," the old man said. Then he grabbed my head and throat, as if to snap my neck in two.

"No!" a voice yelled. I looked up and saw Elijah at the door. "Father, don't do this," Elijah warned.

Father?

"And why would I listen to you? You chose your side when you decided to stand with that bastard-" "She's an innocent girl, you can't kill her-" "And yet you don't seem too concerned when your brothers go off and kill a dozen young maidens on a daily basis," the old man spat.

"Mikael, you kill her, and I give you my word that I will make you regret it for the rest of your miserable immortal life," Elijah said. I saw a glint of mixed fury and fear in his eyes. A dangerous fire was alight inside of him, and I realized I was more afraid of what Elijah would do to Mikael than what Mikael would do to me.

At that moment, Mikael let out a pained yell. I stared with wide eyes at the wooden stake protruding from his chest. While Elijah had kept Mikael distracted, Niklaus had somehow snuck up from behind and had stabbed Mikael in the back.

With an angered roar, Mikael arched his backwards, and together, both he and Niklaus fell out the window and landed on the ground below.

"Come with me," Elijah said. I immediately took his hand, and in the blink of an eye, I was in front of the carriage at the back of the house. "Kol!" Elijah yelled. Two seconds later, Elijah's youngest brother was standing in front of us. "Stay with her while I go help Niklaus," he said. Kol spluttered in disbelief. "Why do you go get to fight while I'm stuck babysitting? Have one of Nik's vampires watch her-" "We can't trust them right now," Elijah said under his breath. A silent sort of understanding passed between the two brothers. Kol nodded.

"Get inside," Kol said to me. I entered the carriage, and the second I did, I felt it lurch forward. I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know where I was going. All I knew was that I had come so close to the brink of death... And Elijah had saved me.