Rose - A Klaus Mikaelson Fanfic

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

"ROSALIE PLEASE GET DOWN HERE!"  I let out a groan,  "Hey, Kol, I gotta go but I call you back later."  I said softly before hanging up and galloping down the stairs.  "Whats up, Klau—Stefan?  What are you doing here?"  I asked confused,  "Needed a little chat with Klaus here, as you probably know our friend here cant be compelled."  Klaus looked over at the hunter who was pinned up against a wooden slab.  His wrist and fit in chains.  "You're full of mysteries aren't you?"  Klaus said with a smirk.  "I told you, I don't know anything."  The hunter grumbled as sweat dripped down his forehead.  "Thankfully I know plenty."  He smirked.  "Rosalie stay here with the hunter while Stefan and I go talk in the study please."  I raised an eyebrow, "No I'm not gonna be staying in the dark here...im coming."  I said following them into the study, shutting the door behind me.  "So whats with the home invasion?"  Klaus asked Stefan.  "Damon said you knew something about this guy, I should have figured you were up to something when you got Rosalie to heal Elena from the werewolf poison without asking for anything in return."  Stefan replied with a raised eyebrow as he looked between Klaus and I.  Why was he looking at me?  I didn't care much for this hunter so I didn't really want to know anything.  "i was feeling benevolent."  Klaus said with a slight smirk and shrug.  "Youre never benevolent. Who is this guy? Whats the Five?"  Stefan asked rather impatiently. "So many questions."  Klaus said slowly.  "Good thing I have nothing to do today, except get answers out of you."  Stefan said with a grin planted across his face as he walked towards one of the chairs and sat down.  "Fine."  Klaus said with an irritated look.  "You might actually be useful in persuading my sister to cooperate."  Klaus said as he walked towards the sofa, me following closely behind. "The Brotherhood of the Five was a group of highly skilled vampire hunters, we crossed paths with them in the twelfth century. Italy.  My siblings and I had followed the Normans as they conquered the South. Feeding, turning people as we went. But with the bloodshed came exposure.

—third person flashback, ITALY 1114—

"These demons live among you, passing as human. So witness with your own eyes..."  The man on stage yelled.  He was no older than 26, no younger than 21.  His long hair came to mid back and he had vampires tied to trees, a wooden stake in each of their hearts. He was a vampire hunter.  He opened up the standing wooden coffin and a young man walked out screaming, wincing as the sun rays bounced on his skin. He began to flap his arms vigorously as he began to burn and flames erupted.  His screams were full of pain and fright.  He fell off of the stage screaming, the audience yelled shocked.   

Two young men stood a great distance away from the stage.  Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson, two Original Vampires.  "Hes putting on quite the show."  Elijah observed.  "Hes nothing.  I could eat him for sport."  His younger brother, Klaus replied with a smirk.  "Still, you should heed the warning.  Between you here and Kol in the East, you have not been discreet.  Stories of the Original vampires are spreading."  Elijah replied as he looked over at his brother.  "I welcome such infamy."  Klaus replied, a grin planted across his face as he continued to watch the young man on stage.  "But if you're worried about discretion perhaps you should wrangle our sister." Klaus said as he watched his younger and only sister walk towards the hunter kissing him softly.