The Other Mikaelson- Book 1

Chapter XIII

Spring, 1002.

"Elijah, I'm hungry! Can't we stop and find someone to eat?" asked Rebekah.

The six Original Vampire siblings sat in a wagon. Their oldest brother Finn, sat at the seat in front, while the rest of the lot sat in the back. Just days before, they had, together, ravaged and destroyed an entire village off the coast of Virginia, raiding it's supplies and draining the villagers of blood. Their father, a hunter who wished them all dead, had caught their trail, and they had fled.

"No, Rebekah. We are not stopping, especially not to devour mortals!" said Finn, the only one of the six that completely and absolutely hated his vampirism.

"Oh, come on Finn! It's better we feed so we can run, rather we desiccate and you bring our bodies around with you as we flee out father," said Niklaus.

"I want blood," said Keira, the youngest of the siblings. "I'm hungry, and we haven't had a proper meal in days! Please, Finn?"

"Finn, either you let us find some prey or we jump out of the wagon and go off to do so without you," said Kol.

"Brothers, sisters, we cannot risk it. If father finds us, he will kill us," Finn replied, mildly exasperated.

"With what, exactly? Besides, father might be an experienced viking, but it would still be the six of us versus the one of him," Keira exclaimed. "I bet we could take him."

"You put too much faith in our powers," Finn sighed. "What's to say if he splits us up?"

"That will not happen, Finn. We stick together, always and forever, remember?" said Rebekah. "And, brother, we aren't as stupid as you believe we are. We won't get caught."

"Well, you lot can catch up with us if you want," said Kol, before he grabbed his sisters hands and jumped off the wagon. "But if there is any logical solution I've learned in my eighteen years, when you're hungry, you eat."

Keira laughed at her brother. "Amazing observation, Kol." Nik sighed and got out as well. Seeing as it was only him and Elijah, Finn rolled his eyes and stopped.

"Fine, but we better be back by nightfall," he said. "And if we get caught, for the record, I take no responsibility for this."

"It would be your word against all five of ours," said Elijah. "You're the oldest of us, of course you take responsibility for this!"

"Well, I don't want us to be here anymore. Sooner or later, we will have to journey across the sea."

"And father will follow, as he will until he is stopped," said Kol. "Now come on, all of you, I smell a few people nearby. Don't worry, Finn. We feed on a few people, heal them up, make them forget, and we're on our way!"

The Mikaelson's began to head towards the small settlement, which consisted of only twelve tents, each with less than five residents.

"So," said Nik. "Who wants who?"

"I want the blonde one," said Rebekah. "Then, when she's done, I want her clothes. Such pretty clothes."

"Rebekah, you can't steal her clothes. We're trying to be subtle, remember?" said Elijah.

"Oh come on, we'll compel her to forget she ever owned them!" his sister replied. She sped to the blonde girl, who screamed. Rebekah drove her fangs into the woman's neck.

"Rebekah!" yelled Finn, as the women began to scream and the men began to arm themselves. One of them slashed his blade across Keira's shoulder, cutting her dress.