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❝ klaus mikaelson; the great evil may not be so evil after all. ❞
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DID YOU KNOW THAT HUMANS EMIT A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF LIGHT? In a thousand years you could look back through a telescope and see us moving still. We see stars that died a thousand years ago; the stars, in turn, see us; see the crusades, see the romans, see the neolithic eve take her first steps in the sun. Every wet autumn, every great fire, every person who stepped out of the dark: we go on forever. The past, and the present that is already a past, will always be happening. We die and die and die and die a thousand little times.
Take Enola for example; she would much rather die than continue on with this dreadful dinner party. She only recognized a select few attendees; Klaus, Hayley, and Marcel. She didn't want to be here. She was pregnant, tired, and bored. All she wanted to do was spend the day in bed with Klaus. But he insisted on hosting a dinner party as the new king of New Orleans, making her his queen. He had the keys to the kingdom. She had hoped that this would mean he would give her some attention. But she was obviously wrong. Despite the fact they now shared a bedroom like a happy couple, he was never there. She went to bed and woke up alone. He claimed there was still much he had to do if he was going to be king. For example, earn the trust of the vampires.
"Let us begin with a toast to our shared gift—immortality. After a thousand years, one might expect life to be less keenly felt for its beauties and its sorrows to diminish with time, but as vampires, we feel more deeply than humans possibly could possibly imagine." Klaus began. He ushered the compelled vampires forward with the wave of his hand. "Insatiable need, exquisite pain . . . " The compelled staff cut into their wrists, allowing their blood to flow into wine glasses while Enola and Hayley were served with ice cold water. "Our victories, and our defeats. To my city, my home again. May the blood never cease to flow."
"And the party never end," Marcel voiced.
"To New Orleans," Everyone cheered.
"I understand that some of you may have questions regarding the recent change in leadership, and I invited you here tonight to assure you that you are not defeated. No. My intentions moving forward are to celebrate what we have, what Marcel, in fact, took . . . " Klaus trailed off. "And built into this—a true community of vampires."
"What about them?" A vampire by the name of Diego wondered, motioning to the other end of the table where Enola and Hayley sat.
"Had you let me finish, Diego, you would know that there is, of course, one further matter I would like to address." Klaus hummed. He slowly made his way around the table until he stood directly behind Enola. He placed his hands on her shoulders before rubbing them in soothing circles. "As many of you know, this girl is carrying my child. Consequently, I trust you will all pay her—and her friend—the appropriate respect." His eyes move around the table as if warning them not to touch what was his. "However, I understand that some of you are concerned by this vicious rumor that I intend to use the blood of our child to create hybrids. I assure you, I do not."
