Strangled By Death & Tears

Old Times

"Niklaus, no matter who's mother this woman is, we are forced to kill her. If we don't she'll take our own life's." My older brother tells me and goes a step further me, his black loafers echo through the empty and come down room "I know but after all, Zack was always there for us it just feels wrong to make him go through this torture." I rant to Elijah, he seems so understanding and then replies to me in a calm tone of voice "Fine, I understand that you won't hurt her. I totally understand that, brother." Relief makes its way through my whole body and I can't help but let a little smile rush over the tips of my lips "I give you my word that Zachariah's mother won't be hurt by you or anyone under your command." my brother who is standing with a nobel charisma in front of me says with a pretty neutral tone, the smile on my face stays for a bit - I'm just so glad that Zack doesn't need to go through the pain I went through when I was forced to unalive my own mother.
"I will see you soon, Niklaus." Elijah finally adds to our conversation and then leaves the still empty and kind of depressing
room - leaving me standing alone in it.

Where the hell is he?
I ordered Zack to wait in his room for me so where is he?!
I search the whole room for him but he's just not here. I look at the comfortable seeming chair that is standing at the desk which's covered in old books, papers and other old seeming stuff. As I sit down my eyes start scanning all of what is laying on the desk,

"28th July, 1250

Dear Mother,
Today is the fourth day of our exploration tour through the area that is still populated by Spanish troops. Till now we still did not meet any of the enemies and I am hoping desperately that today we will neither meet any.
I am looking forward to see you and my siblings again.

Your loving Son,
Zachariah Bonetti"

This is actually such a sweet letter. I didn't know Zack could be so lovingly, I mean we never talked about such emotional things like this but he seems like a complete different person.
I look again over the desk and notice multiple letters like this, they are all numbered from day 1 to day 46.
I wonder why he never send the letters to his mother..
While my thoughts wander around what person he was before meeting me I hear the door to Zack's dorm room open.
Desperately he stands in the frame of it and just stares at me - I can see how his eyes went from looking at me over to the desk thats covered in multiple different things. Zack's gaze shifts from shocked to see me to mad "what the hell are you doing there?!" He then growls and tries to cover his letters, "Who do you think you are to have the allowance to read other people's private things." He seems pretty angry so I just let him take advantage of the the conversation and stand up from the desk chair "I'm sorry Zack, I shouldn't have done that but I was waiting for you." Saying this probably just worsens this all so I rather just stay quiet for now on and swallow it down, I don't want to risk to start a fight with Zack - I know I'd win but it would only hurt his ego even more, and that's the least helpful thing I could risk right now.
Zack stares at me with this expression of hurt and madness "What the hell do you want Nik?" the Italian man finally questions, I straighten my jacket and then explain "I talked to Elijah. He promised me that no one will hurt your mother." Zack is quiet, it seems like he even holds his breath and when you look closely you can see how his eyes start to get watery and even sparkle in the warm light of the lamp that's hanging from the ceiling, "Thank you Nik.." he finally says, it's like a peace of heaviness is lifted off my chest and I'm finally able to fill all of my lungs with oxygen again.
I don't recognize any expression of happiness on Zack's face but I can assure that he's glad to hear that - no matter how much he hates his mother there will forever be a peace of hope inside of his still so naive heart.. I can tell how he feels.
"I would like to have sometime for myself if you don't mind." My friend then says and obviously expects me to tolerate his needs, so I to my own surprise do.

It's been days since the incident and since then things have been pretty normal again - Zack and I are going on different missions as we used to and also have our fun in the night time - just as we do right now.
"So where are you from gorgeous~?" He asks a pretty, dark haired woman as he obviously adores the beautiful blue eyes of her "I'm from a small town near Chicago" the woman drawls to Zack as she places her hand on his chest and sits down on his lap, Zack then places his right hand on the lower part of her back, "oh that's awesome" as I awkwardly enjoy their conversation he asks her another question "what do your friends call you?" "Oh my actual name is Dove, I don't have such a thing like a nickname" Dove flirts back and her finger tips get lost in the soft hair of Zack, "Alright that's enough for me, enjoy your ride" I say jokingly to Dove as I get out of the lounge and walk over to the bar.
"I'd like to get one of your eldest bourbons, please" I tell the bar tender and he directly places a basic whiskey glass in front of me as he pours a shot of bourbon in it. After finishing the process I ask him to leave the bottle with me, at first he isn't really convinced of it "Sorry Sir but we don't do this here, you can gladly order another glass if you want one but I don't have the ability to leave the bottle with you."
I fastly get annoyed by all the things he's saying so I decide to just use my manipulation powers, my pupils widen and so do his "You'll leave the bottle with me and just tell your boss that a nice and well engaged man drank all of it." The bar tender nods respectfully and places the bourbon back on the counter.

I look over to where a in his twenties sitting boy chats with a young woman, he seems to be pretty much interested in her and even plays with the curly blonde hair she has. It slowly begins to get intense and they start to make out.
I don't know why I'm so investigated by this but I just keep on watching, well at least till the man notices me staring and gets up from the worn down bench "What the hell are you staring at, skunk?" He questions me and builds his well trained body up in front of me, I can clearly hear that he's Italian since the Italian accent of his is not missable, a cold and heavy hand places on my shoulders and a familiar voice then disturbs me "He's really sorry about that, my brother did not plan on upsetting you. I am sorry for the concern." The tall guy that turns out to be my elder brother Elijah says to calm down the mood of the Italian.
He seems to accept the apology of Elijah and nods, the man spends one last condescending look on me and then leaves, he whispers some unrecognizable words to his female companion and they both get up and exit the pub.

Not much time has passed since the happening between, me and the mysterious Italian and for some reason I couldn't stop thinking of him. I can't explain why but the past 10 minutes he's been on my mind..
"Niklaus, it's time to leave for now." Elijah vocals, I nod and directly get my stuff together "Alright, let's leave then" together we leave the small pub and walk down the paths, it's dark outside the only light you see is the reflection of the sun light in the moon and the fire that burns in some of the houses, it seems so peaceful.
But of course the calmness does not stay pretty long because soon we get interrupted by the corps of the dead woman who was the companion of the guy I had an little argument a while ago, Elijah takes advantage of her and I just keep on walking around the crime scene, searching for clues who or what killed her only to find another dead seeming body - it's the Italian. I walk over to him and check his pulse, he's still breathing. Without any hesitation I bit a peace of my flesh out of my arm, causing it to bleed. After that I gently place my wrist on his mouth, forcing him to swallow my blood down.
As he has enough to fully recover I let him go do that his body bounces onto the ground, I'm not sure if what I did was smart or not but I guess it was just some kind of instinct, even though I never really did something like this before.
In the distance I hear my brother yelling so I decide to get up and walk away from the unconscious body so that Elijah won't notice it.

"Niklaus?" The familiar voice of my brother interrupts me by something that seems like a flashback to what happened a long time ago, I shake my head slightly and get up from the basic barstool "What's wrong, Elijah?" I finally ask, I'm still kind of lost in my thoughts and memories to something that happened centuries ago, "I would just like to inform you that I won't be available for any missions in the next few days or even weeks" he then tells me, confused I frown and after some time of processing I then ask "Okay..? But why? What's so important?" He looks kind of overwhelmed by the question but fastly comes up with "I'm just taking a time out, one of my old friends send me a letter, asking to meet up again." His reason seems valid enough for me so I nod "Alright, thanks for informing me. I appreciate it, have fun with your mate then" he smirks thankfully at me and finally walks past me, leaving the club.
It doesn't happen often that he leaves me alone, usually he's always with me.