The youngest Mikaelson

Chapter 6 - 𝒯ℯ𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒽ℴ𝓂ℯ

Southern France, 1002 A. D.
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Me and my siblings had been running from our father. Yes, he had killed our mother and had been hunting us ever since.
I didn't understand it. Why had been he doing that? He wanted to destroy us.
We had been running almost a year. It was so exhausting; we knew only fear from our father and the hunger. So when we needed to, as a family, we fed. We were killing. We had to, if we didn't want people to know about us. We fed and then killed the person. After all that time it was matter of course for us. I had learned not to care about people. About food, like my brothers called them.

"Kol, you quite done?" Elijah asked Kol, while he was trying to cover our tracks. Kol stopped drinking from one of our victims and looked up. "Oh, bother, Elijah, is all this truly necessary?" he asked annoyed.

"Brother, the road is a major thoroughfare. If the bodies are found, word of our presence will spread to Mikael," Elijah informed him.

"We have run through autumn and winter, through sleet and snow. Are we cursed to forever live in fear of our father?" Rebekah joined the conversation.

"I should say yes, sadly," Finn admitted.

"Finn, please. Niklaus," Elijah turned to Nik, who was patting a horse. His mind trailed probably somewhere else.

"Do we have any idea where we're running to next?" I asked desperately.

"Why not just do what we've all thought of doing," Kol suggested, "split up."

"We swore a vow," Nik reminded him.

"Your vows haunt me more than father himself!" Kol fired back. "At least he can't chase us all. I say we take our chances." We all were quiet for a while, because none of us was sure about it, until Finn spoke, "Perhaps Kol is right."

"Thank you, Finn. Yeah, I've always said, eldest is the most intelligent," Kol said gratefully.

"Stop talking," Finn reached out his hand to stop him. "I take no joy in our ascent but, I do wish to sleep in a bed, to bathe in a bath, to feed of proper food. If we divide – "

"No, brother," Elijah spoke, "Niklaus is right, we made a vow. Family above all." He walked over to Nik, "Always... forever." Yes, always and forever. That was our vow. I agreed with Elijah. I didn't want to split up.

We stayed there until the morning so we could decide to where we were running next. We were lucky enough that over that road there drove some carriage. It was some wealthy family. Our breakfast. Finn of course, didn't take it well, like always. He despised of who we were and how we lived. "You are all filthy gluttons." And Kol, like always, had his comment, "And you remain ever the dullard." Meanwhile, me and Rebekah were examining clothes on the two girls, who we had fed on.

"Such pretty clothes," Rebekah exhaled. "What a shame they'll go to waste."

"Yeah, look at that smooth, purple, shiny substance and the lace there," I joined her.

"Girls, we have discussed this," Elijah sighed.

"No, you discussed this," I accused him, "none of us had any say in the matter. This lot were traveling somewhere. Their cart is full of silk and finery. Six of them, six of us. Wherever they were off to, why can we not simply go in there instead."

"Masquerade as nobles from a land we do not know, whose customs we cannot begin to understand. How ridiculous," Elijah replied sarcastically.

"You saw the castle down the road. It was practically a gala. If this group was headed there then-" Rebekah stopped in the middle of her sentence when Elijah gave her a disapproving look. "Look at them. They're not any better than we are," she didn't intend on giving up. "We could live as they do. At least for a time. Think of it, Elijah, we could hide in a plain sight, we could live ordinary life," she continued.