The Mikaelson Twin

Chapter 35~ The Red Wolves Come Knocking

Klaus' Narrative~

My siblings and I are the first vampires in history, the Originals. 300 years ago, we helped build New Orleans.

In our absence, a new king arose. Now I've returned and with the help of my twin sister, we have taken his kingdom back as our own.

I had hoped this would bring my family together. I was wrong.

Third Person POV~

The clinking of a crystal glass made Aleksian look up from her phone. Placing it in the inner pocket of her jacket, she focused her attention to her brother who was standing next to her. The tribrid takes a seat to Klaus' right next to the head of the table.

"Let us toast to our shared gift-- immortality." The hybrid began,

"After 1,000 years, one might expect for life to be less keenly felt, for it's beauties and it's sorrows to diminish with time, but as vampires, we feel more deeply than humans could possibly imagine--" The Original waves over the staff, the tuxedo dressed servants come to stand between each vampire.

"Insatiable need, " Klaus continued as the servants rolled up their sleeves. "Exquisite pain..." the humans cut both of their wrists and bled into crustal wine glasses for the vampires at the table.

Aleksian held back a smile at the face Hayley made at the opposite end of the table. Her face scrunched up in disgust and slight shock at what the humans are doing.

"Our victories, and our defeats... To my city. My home again. My the blood never cease to flow." Klaus raised a champagne glass. "And the party never end." Marcel added soon after, being the second to raise his glass.

"To New Orleans." Aleksian chimed in as she raised her glass. "To New Orleans, " her twin answered before all of the other vampire chimed in, raising their glasses and clinking them together.

Hayley watched with a curious gaze as the twins looked at one another, they smiled proudly and mischievously at each other raising their glasses and clicking them together sipping them smugly.

As the dinner continued Klaus spoke up, "I understand that some of you may have questions regarding the recent change in leadership. And I invited you here tonight to assure you that you are not defeated. No. My intentions moving forward are the celebrate what we have, what Marcel, in fact, took..."

Klaus rose and moved to stand slightly behind his adoptive son, placing a hand on his shoulder, "And built into this-- a true community of vampires."

"What about her?" Diego pointed towards Hayley. "The wolf." the distaste in his tone was clear, and before anyone could take another blinked, Diego was flinching and falling to his right on the floor, a knife impaled into his left temple.

Everyone but Klaus and Marcel flinched, all slowly turn and look at the Original tribrid. The raven-haired woman was simply back to eating her steak as if nothing happened, a new knife in hand. Feeling eyes on her, Aleksian looked up. Shock is apparent on most faces. Marcellus looked beyond angry and she didn't care to look at her brother.

Aleksian and Hayley made eye contact for a moment. The raven-haired beauty shrugged her shoulders, raising her utensils a bit. (🤷🏼‍♀️) The corner of Hayley's mouth turned up as Aleksian went back to eating and drinking her wine as if everything were normal.