Forever

Baby Originals

A group of kids were huddled in a circle, one in the very middle.

Thunder roared outside the naked windows of the mud walls. It was a wonder the rain never entered the small house.

In the corner, laid a couple. They were unbothered by the noise, but even then, the children whispered to each other.

"I'm frightened, Nik." The little girl sobbed, her arms were wrapped around a blonde boy.

Nik?

Then it clicked.

I was in a memory.

These were baby originals. Which meant the couple in the corner was Mikael and their mom.

Finn had to be the one on the outskirts of the group, he was clearly the eldest and Elijah was the one on the other side. But who was the littlest boy? The one who was curled into Elijah's side?

I didn't know they had another brother.

And then there was Kol, who wore a thick piece of cloth where I knew his mark to be.

He was never one to hide it when we met.

"It's okay sister. We will stay with you until the storm passes." Klaus rubbed Rebekah's back.

Wait that's so cute.

Nothing like the monster I knew now.

Klaus must've started telling a story because Rebekah was listening attentively, and even his brothers had turned further in.

Alright, so my version of Elijah was clearly not sulking through this wholesome memory. Onto the next room.

...

"Niklaus." Was that him? Had to be. No one could say Klaus' name like that and live, bar Elijah and maybe Rebekah. "What have you done with the governor's daughter?" Okay, adult Elijah, but not what I was looking for.

The man himself stepped into the room where Klaus sat at a desk. He set down his feather quill. "What is it you think I've done?"

Curiosity killed the cat after all.

"She hadn't left her chambers. When her father sent a maid to check, the poor girl stumbled upon her lady drained of blood and scantily clad."

Scantily clad. Was that how they actually talked? Because it was kinda funny, outside of the dead girl of course.

Klaus chuckled. "I wish I could take the credit, brother, but it seems Kol is up to his old antics. Remember it was your idea to undagger him. Now he's doing what he does best, wreaking havoc."

Elijah punched the bridge of his nose. "I've already spoken to Kol and he placed the blame solely on you."

"Of course he did. It's Kol."

"That is beside the point. If we wish to remain hidden from Father, it is best we do not draw attention to ourselves. Killing a wealthy governor's daughter is hardly the way to do it."

"It was my fault Elijah." Rebekah walked through the same double doors as her brother had. "I didn't think she had it in her, but she was delicious."

My jaw dropped.

Plot twist.

Klaus started full out laughing and Elijah let out a long suffering sigh. "Pack your things, we have to leave. We've already wasted enough time as it is and word tends to spread quickly."

Okay so not in this one either.

....

This time I was in a forest, not far from those dirt houses we learned about in school. An old village perhaps?

The sound of metal on metal drew me to a crowd, where in the middle, was Klaus and Elijah. They weren't angry, so was this just for fun?

Elijah knocked his brother to the ground, and Klaus almost immediately got back up, his sword reaching to meet Elijah's.

They traded blows again and again, both laughing all the way.

"What is this?" A man pushed through the crowd. He caught Klaus' attention first, who would've gotten hurt if not for Elijah pulling away at the last second.

As soon as both boys saw who it was, they backed up.

But there was only so far in the crowd they could go.

I'd never seen such fear in either man's eyes.

The man grabbed one of their swords and swung at the people wildly, shouting at them as they scattered like rats.

Neither Elijah or Klaus wanted to look at their father, instead finding the ground much more interesting.

A woman came running. "Mikael."

"What use do I have for boys who play with weapons, Esther. I asked you for warriors and I received a painter and a scholar." He spat out. "Useless."

"We finished our chores, we were merely-" Elijah the one who was normally so sure of himself, seemed nothing but.

"Enough." Mikael's voice was neither loud nor menacing and yet, both boys shied away from their father. "I would take you hunting, boy, but you would only get in my way. Kol. Finn. Come."

It wasn't until the man stalked off that anyone in their family relaxed.

Had this been what Elijah was trying to warn me of? Why the siblings were all so desperate to keep him buried?

But this still wasn't worth what Klaus had done. Mikael was crazy, sure. Mean? Absolutely. What could he possibly do that would warrant that kind of reaction?

I was getting off track, I needed to find my version of Elijah so I could get out of his memories.