The Other Mikaelson- Book 3 (On hold)

Prologue

A/N: This is just the final chapter of Book 2 in italics, you really don't need to read it.

"Did Marcel play his part?" Keira asked when Cami left the balcony and Klaus joined her.

"He managed to locate a stillborn baby in a hospital in upstate Louisiana," Klaus replied, having gotten the werewolves blamed for the baby's fake death.

"I trust he agreed to the terms."

"He has agreed to allow me to compel him to forget what he knows of my child. In exchange, he wants vials of my blood."

"The witches will have to believe this. Soon, that fourth Harvest girl will resurrect. The coven will rebuild. If they sense that your child lives, they will hunt her."

"The witches will buy what we sell. We just have to sell it properly."

The two stood in silence for a long while before Keira spoke again. "Well, then, all that remains is to say goodbye."

"They will be watching us. All of them. The four of us leaving together will draw too much attention. I will go alone. Take your mourning public when I am gone," Klaus said later on at the compound.

"I don't imagine that will be too difficult. Grief, after all, is grief," Elijah replied.

"In what world will she be safe without her father? Who can protect her better than we?" Keira asked.

"There is one person," Klaus replied. Keira's eyes suddenly widened, but she smiled.

A car pulled up to Klaus outside of the compound later. A red convertible. Rebekah got out of the car, seeing Klaus and her newborn Niece.

"Hello, sister," Klaus told her. Rebekah gently touched the baby's face and stared at her in wonder.

"Oh, she looks like her mother," Rebekah smiled. "Maybe there is a god after all."

"Well, she has a hint of the devil in her eyes. That's all me," Klaus said. "I need a witch you can trust to cast a cloaking spell."

"I'll get one."

"No one can ever find her."

"I know what to do, Nik," the two looked at the baby. "Perhaps we'll get a white fence. I think that would be lovely."

Klaus looked down at the baby, lowering his voice to a whisper to say goodbye. "This city would have seen you dead. But, I will have it your home. And every soul who wishes you harm will be struck down, just as sure as my blood runs in your veins. You will return to me."

Klaus handed Rebekah something- a wooden knight he had carved for her 1000 years ago during a storm. Rebekah gasped, before crying slightly.

"In spite of our differences, Rebekah, there is no one I would trust more with my daughter's life," Klaus hugged her and kissed her on the forehead. "Be happy, sister."

"She will be happy, Nik. I promise," Rebekah replied. "What's her name?"

Klaus paused, before starting to cry as well. "Hope. Her name is Hope."

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In the cemetery, Cassie, the last Harvest girl, awoke and rose out of her tomb. She walked out into a clearing, where she layed a rose on a headstone. Another witch, Vincent Griffith, walked up next to her.

"May you rest in peace," he told her.

"What's the fun in that?" Cassie replied. "Come along. We have much to do."

"Yes, mother," said Vincent. Then they walked off, revealing what the name on the grave was- Esther Mikaelson.

And that was not Vincent and Cassie.

It was Finn and Esther.