Morgana Gilbert gets thrown into the world of the supernatural. She must deal with the drama that her sister Elena started. She makes new friends and enemies. As well as losing a few. She uncovers secrets about herself along the way. And also she ma...
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1114, Iᴛᴀʟʏ.
Elijah and Klaus strolled through the busy streets, they came upon a wooden stage where a man paraded back and forth. Before a steel chamber, that sat in the ring of four dead men, tied to poles.
"These demons live among you," the human preached as the two originals halted, Elijah kept his hand on his belt as Klaus held his hands behind his back "passing as human."
"So, witness with your own eyes."
He pulled poles from the loops before letting the door fall to the floor, banging with a slight bounce as it hit the deck, whilst a man stumbled out. Only to scream and panic as the sun burned him alive.
"He's putting on quite the show." Elijah stated.
"He's nothing." Klaus replied, before a small smirk crowned his lips as he boasted "I could eat him for sport."
"Still, you should heed the warning." Elijah stated sternly to his brother "Between you here, Kol in the east and Alvaro in the south, you have not been discreet."
The blonde simply smirked even harder as his eyes shined smugly, Elijah tlited his head to the ground, addressing his brother guardedly.
"Stories of the Original Vampires are spreading."
"I welcome such infamy. If you're worried about discretion, perhaps you should wrangle our sister." He turned his head to Elijah, who watched as the mortal kissed Rebekah's hand.
"Are we housing the resident rodents now are we?" Alvaro questioned his brother, as he and Morgana strolled into the room to find Klaus and Stefan sat opposite each other on the sofas.
"Oh, I think this has something to do with our friend in the red room of torture." Morgana remarked as she slid into an armchair, whilst Alvaro sat on the arm.
Klaus smirked "Quite right, Morgana. As I was saying, the brotherhood of the Five was group of highly skilled vampire hunters. We crossed paths with them in the 12th century Italy. My siblings and I followed the Normans as they conquered the South." He spared his brother a cheeky look "Which quickly came my brother's playground."
Alvaro beamed proudly before picking up where he left off "Feeding, turning people as we went. But with the bloodshed came exposure."
"The hunter in the village was hunting vampires, Elijah warned me to be discreet even though Rebekah was very close with the hunter."
"So, these hunters have around for nine hundred years?" Stefan questioned.
"Apparently." Morgana purred "Although there's been no record of any of them arriving in Hell, between then and now, according to my father."
"And our friend in the other room is the first I've seen since then." Klaus added.
"Kinda makes one wonder what they've been up to all these years." Alvaro's tone sounded wondrous, so wondrous it sort of creeped Stefan out.
