Always And Forever | K.Mikaelson

Dead Men Walking

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The fog created a thick blanket of mist over my eyes. The cold covered my arms. My nose red along with my ears. The sound of the boat colliding against the aggressive waves of the sea. It was calming ,yet sickening.

The cloaking spell around the ship was sufficient it, prevented the tight knit sibling's - whom I was travelling with - father from tracking down to where ever the sea was drifting us to.

I stared out.the freezing night air bitting at my finger tips. Heart steady. That was until I saw the small rowing boat drift along the waves. They were heading over here. Finally. People. My heart drummed against my chest with adrenaline.

I ran down to the dark room bellow deck. My heart beating against my chest. The breath fell from my lips as I was pulled into a dark corner. I looked behind me seeing Rebekah's kind face. "People are here," I whispered walking further back into the ominous black mass behind me.

The steps creaked as the men ventured down the rickety wooden steps. "Where in hell is everyone?" the French accent was thick and heavy.

"Deserted , which makes everything in the hold legally forfeit," a different voice rang out. My eyes squinted only capturing the ghosted shadows as the light from the lamp they carried would illuminate their face.

"Take what suits you," the voice was assertive. He was definitely the leader. Not a very good one walking into a place blinded by curiosity, wrapped in a blanket of unchecked ambition.

"What do you make of that?" The light was casted forwards. Uncovering the coffins that lie on the floor. "Open it up." One demanded. The lid of the casket was lifted exposing the contents.

Kol's body lied there. Stiff as a board. Black veins scarring and risen across his skin. His skin pale and grey. A cold dagger cruelly protruding from his chest. Blood surrounding the beautiful handle of the deadly weapon. The crimson circled around the material now deeply embedded into the threads of his vest.

The men gasped and leant back in disgust, disbelief and fright. "What the hell?" That seemed to be the word of the day. My foot shifted slightly causing the board to groan in agony from the shift of weight.

The men whipped around lights flashing. Shadows hurriedly dancing around the small room. I stepped out into the light a bit more. However, the familiar sound of a vampire running swooped in front of me brushing my hair back.

I watched. One man snatched from the back. The others turned rappidly. Another snatched from the side. The rest turned again. A man ran and scrambled tripping up the stairs.

Clawing the wood with dirt ridden nails. He was then suddenly snatched away under the judgement of the moon's silvery light.

One standing. Holding his light up. The metal squeaking as it rocked on the hinges. His lip wobbled. His hands shook. His eyebrows risen in worry. His heart pounding. His mind racing. I could only imagine.

The teasing echoing sound of a force of nature ran round the cabin causing the man's eyes to wonder in fear. "Hello." Rebekah. Her sweet voice rang. It sounded innocent. Cute.

The man turned in horror. Leaning back. Pushing the dim light forwards. Confusion evident on his face . The dark hungry veins vanished back under her porcelain skin. Almost mockingly did she wipe his crew member's blood from the side of her lips.

"Lovely to see such a handsome face after a long journey. Can I eat him brother?" The question was eager as she spoke. Calm and confident. The man however, was horrified.

Elijah stood to the side. I couldn't quite see him but I could sense his presence, "I'd rather you didn't," a humoured tone accompanied with a dashing smile, "There's no need to be afraid." His body turned to talk to the intruder, as did the French man's his light screeching.

"You'll do exactly as I say," the poise male walked forward. Brown eyes meeting with the French male's own green eyes. Elijah's pupils constricting, " you'll remember nothing." It was scarily calm. I stepped forward fascinated with the skill. So practiced and precise.

The green eyed man's lips parted quietly saying, "I will say nothing." No vervain - good to know.

The second eldest Mikaelson brother nodded stiffly. "We have had a very long journey. Wherein which, unfortunately, we lost all our crew," he paused to breathe. I was enraptured by the way he would speak proper it would make any woman swoon ,but my heart belonged to another, "Therefore, I would ask you to kindly transport our belongings to the shore."

" What kind of hell demons are you?l" the scared male was breathless. Voice hoarse and raspy. I stepped out. Standing next to Rebekah.

"We are vampires darling," voice and accent clearly from a different time, "The Original Vampires and this here is the darling Y/n a witch. I'm sure you'd love to burn her finally actually being a presence of a real one. I mean witch trials really are daft." She turned to me and we both giggled quietly. The man's face paling.

"I'm Rebekah. Elijah," she nodded forward eyebrows arched, "our brothers, Kol and Finn, may they rest in peace." She swayed side to side.

Then there came his voice from behind me and Bekah. Mocking. Teasing. "Are we saving the best till last?" I looked at the woman stood beside me laughing to myself as she gave a huff and rolled her eyes. We both turned around.

"And our half -brother Niklaus." She finished turning back towards the French man. I still stared at him. Watching as he clung to the lifeless body in his arms. A man that was nothing more than a meal.

"Ignore him. He's a beast." She turned towards him again to add fire to the insult only to get a smirk in response. The sandy brown haired man gave a huff of a laugh. Fangs glistening with the moon and threw the body down the stairs.

The man's head fell next to my shoes. Cold eyes staring up at me. "We fled Europe and survived the seas. Would you rather I arrive hungry on the shores of our new homeland?"

Elijah's voice sounded from the back of the dark room. The man turning again. Surely his neck must hurt? "Niklaus, your manners are, as always with our equal. Sir, would you be so good as to tell us where it is we have landed?"

The man stared ahead as if into nothingness, "The French Clint of Louisiana. Off the shores of a town they've named New Orleans."

"Well, thank you so much. Oh I do recommend that you find yourself further assistance for the luggage my sincere apologies." We walked up the stairs away from the horrific sight.

I turned back to watch as the man examined the blood painted walls and the bodies scattered across the decking. "Come on love." Nik held out his hand. I placed my hand in his. Looking at his face. Dry blood smeared across his chin and lips.

I wiped my thumb over his jaw removing some of the vermillion liquid. He looked at me eyes worried body tensed. " I'm fine Nik the minute they stepped on this boat they were dead men walking."

A/n
Hey guys. The sequel!!!!! I'm excited. This was written late at night hence the lack of detail. Sorry. I'm thinking about writing a five x reader book but idk. I just loved this scene and I don't know why people often skip it out if they write a full originals book but I don't want to skank you out. Next chapter will be up soon. Anyways until next time.
~Dahlia Rose Bud~

Date written: 19/04/22
Date edited: 11/03/23
Word count: 1318