You are hereby invited to the Mikaelson Family Ball, we hope that you'll be there, Sebastian. It's time that we speak, being who we are.
- Esther Mikaelson.
"It reeks of superiority, who does this bitch think she is?"
"Sire, give me five wolves and let me finally put the hybrid and his ilk to rest, let France be a mere footnote in their history!"
"Are you crazy? The witch that created the Vampires and procreated a wolf of Fenrir? I would sooner wish war upon the Strix!"
"As always, Austin, you are quite scared of the vampires, when are you finally going to embrace that we are better!?"
"Please, when are you going to howl at anything other than the mirror, George!?"
"ENOUGH!" A hard ruthless howl rang out through the air, settling over Mystic Falls as a tall, brunette man with stubble hefted himself up with a grunt. His eyes dared any of the men to truly combat him if they wished it so, his eyes glowed a deep amber that looked like smoky flames on a crescent moon horizon.
Softly, his steps were that of a predator looking at the prey that leapt across its territory, each of them knelt on the floor. Yet, they grunted, clearly uncomfortable with the sheer control that it presented over them as the man craned his neck to the side, a popping crack sending chills down their spines.
He stood there, in a beige jumper on top of a red loosened tie and black slacks that were tucked into loafers. His eyes settled over each of his wolves, some of his pack and others, of the surrounding area that continued to pay him the tutelage required.
As things should be, he is their sire.
The Progenitor, the Father, and the Alpha of Alphas...
He is Sebastian Malraux.
"Foolish. Are we vampires, compelled to feel slighted by an ant trying to make their claim? We are the first werewolves, I will not have my line be infested by those who cannot control themselves. As such, if you have an issue, bring yourself to say it, now."
His voice chilled each of them, his teeth sharpened and for a moment, if anyone had looked in his direction, they would have seen canines. Jutting out and many in rows that looked more bestial, deformed if anything as the whites of his eyes seemed to dim to a true wolfish hue as if something darker hid beneath the human suit of civility.
Though no one had said anything, it was interrupted by a blowing of a raspberry as another wolf, one as powerful and dangerous as Sebastian standing before his kneeling subjects was.
She entered with a swagger, clad in black and held together by a suit that clung to her like a size too big, but she seemed to make it work. The only thing of a different colour was her red loosened tie, with her eyes meeting those of her brother. She found herself smirking, tilting her head off to the side with a faint bit of mischief.
"Brother, be at ease. None of these pups has so much as a millennia underneath their claws, should you wish for that challenge, maybe we should go outside?"
Her tone was clipped, her tone warning him of scaring the wolves too much. Her own eyes burst with a blue hue, vibrant and with a heavenly glow as the whites of her eyes go equally as dark before they are brought apart by another who clears his throat and orders the wolves to leave them be.
Though some linger, it is soon left to the three who remain as Sebastian shakes his head, seating himself back in his chair.
"Sister, I wondered where you had gotten off to. Is it true? The wolf packs of Mystic Falls are little and nothing but a teenager who has now become a Hybrid?" Though he hums, Sebastian's voice grew darker at the thought of a Hybrid in Mystic, his claws itched to tear the whelp's throat out but he had his rules.
Rolling her eyes, his sister had only strode closer and leaned against a pillar, waving her fingers with a small smirk at the third man, Mars, the second of the Malraux pack.
"It's correct, Niklaus has been turning countless packs throughout Louis' territory. He is asking for permission to respond, to bring the chaos to Nik's own sireline, of course, Mars has handled that well. Either way, he has an ancient vampire in sight in response, one that would respond rather well to a bite from us."
Shaking his head, Sebastian wondered if his sister had continued to do that trick without his knowing. Though she liked to think it, they knew, they all did, Sebastian truly was a monster in his own league that many ran from when they laid eyes on his form.
Sighing, the Alpha of Alphas, twirled the ring atop his finger, black and jutted out with a white jewel atop it.
"Tell him and Leilana to come here, let them know of the invitation we have-"
A growl let loose from his throat, a terrible one that even had Mars shivering underneath all his cool detachment before Sebastian walked to his door and he felt it, Magic.
A string of something that he couldn't deny, it felt familiar, like all those years ago.
He smiled, a true one as he came to stand before his door and open it, there was someone had had never met before in his life.
With platted hair that fell like rings down the slope of her back and caramel skin that shone with such beauty that he could almost forgive himself for not seeing the true colour of green in those sparkling eyes of hers. She stood there, a snarl on her lips before it morphed into curiosity, for the moment, she couldn't believe her eyes either.
Smiling, he perched his brow, Sebastian wouldn't lie.
He could feel it, though it came off of her in waves, she was extremely powerful. Shaking himself, he excused himself, allowing her entry if she so wished as she now notices the others. Though they seem to recognize the sheer power, it is a surprise.
"Sebastian..."
Like she knew his name, he could know who she was, he didn't come to this town without knowing who had given the Originals so much trouble...
He was The Werewolf for goodness sake.
"Bonnie Bennet, a pleasure, would you like to come in? I think nature has it that we should have met a long time ago. Please, come in."
Though she looked wary, Bonnie entered and little did she know that her life would take a turn as she came to note the sheer power that rolled off of this werewolf...
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A/N:
I may be doing something interesting here with Bonnie and Caroline, but Bonnie and Sebastian, what's going on here and before the ball?
Nature meets Nature and it will be nothing short of amazing...
See you next time where we delve into some of Bonnie, Sebastian, and the Wolves.
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Bites and Bloodlines - Caroline Forbes
RomanceIn which an Immortal Werewolf has lived for over three thousand years in solitude with his pack, his story has yet to be finished, but he has wished for companionship and he has come short every time. Sebastien Malraux is the Alpha of the Gevaudan P...