Slow Burn [Klaus Mikaelson Story]

33.Cellar

"Before I can move we have to make some changes"I chuckle pointing at the room, "However I don't have enough money to even get this room renovated" I slum down. 

"Money? we didn't have the concept of the money back then" Atticus mumble. 

"Money is basically a commodity that helps you to buy anything in this world" I tell him. 

"That is strange- does gold, jewels and other precious metals and stones have no value anymore?" 

"They do- they extremely do they are like super expensive" I say. 

"Then why are you worried?" he grabs my hand dragging me down the stairs towards the entrance. 

"Before we can enter the treasury, house must know that its owner has arrived, so draw blood from your hand on the metal spear" Atticus says. 

That will definitely not cause an infection.

I look at him to see wether he is serious or not and he is completely serious and looking at me with anticipation.

I do as he says nicking my finger onto the sharp pole. 

"Now smear the blood onto the name plate" he removes wines that was covering a white blank slate. 

I follow his instructions, smearing the blood on it. Slowly my name appeared on the slate with a purple rose with vines underneath it.

"Huh" I look at it unable to process it. 

"Now the house knows you, let's get you to the treasury" he grabs my hand dragging me back inside the house and towards the basement,  I make my down the stairs following at Atticus who is removing spiderwebs and anything that could potentially hit me in face. There are huge cellars with chains attached to the wall, I can barley see because of the dark so Atticus is leading me, a part of me is praying that he just doesn't shove me in one of the cellars, keeping me as blood bag, only source of sunlight being those tiny windows in the cellars. 

We stop at the end of the corridor,  I squint my eyes to see better however I am able to see slightly because of that tiny window. I am able to make out that it is a wall- a wall made of wood? 

Atticus brings me in front, "Go on open it." 

"I doubt I can open it" I chuckle nervously. 

"I promise,  you can, give it a try."

Never mind it isn't a wall but a gigantic double wooden door. I raise my hand to push open the door and huge gust of wind blew in our faces and it starts to slowly open with a sound effect from 90s horror movie. 

Slowly the light peeking from the window, hits in the room. The entire room sparkles, making my mouth drop. 

"It is wh-what I think it is?" I ask Atticus in gasp, before he can reply I quickly take out my phone turning on the flash light, the flash light hits the shiny objects.

"Yes Miss Isla its gold and diamond and whatsoever your parents thought you might require" Atticus says. 

"Wai-wait this is mine?" I look at him in disbelief. 

"Yes, this and this entire estate, it is all yours. Your parents words and I quote, 'Our daughter will never have to worry about anything ever in her life, it is our responsibility to take care of the life we brought into this world."

And I let out a squeal with heavy tear drops running down my cheeks, hugging him which he returns. 

"Wait here" he says pulling away. He wooshes into the room and comes back with a box filled with gold. 

"That should be enough to get started?" 

"It is more than enough" I whisper looking at it, "Alright then"  takes my hand again guiding me out, we hear a loud thud of the doors closing. 

We stand in the main hall and without saying anything he hands me the box, which I am unable to lift and end up falling out of my hands, all the stuff falling out. 

"I am so sorry" I quickly try to bend to pick up but Atticus stops me any holding my arm gently. 

"Miss Isla, I will tell you this one time only, you never will bow down- not to anyone and specially not to a butler ever in your life" he sternly says leaving no room for argument. I timidly nod and he quickly picks up the fallen gold and stones. 

"I apologise for speaking to you that way, but you should know that you are a royalty - a royalty superior to all the creatures" he he says with a small smile. 

"You don't have to apologise" I wave my hand in front of face dismissively. 

"So what will you do with it?" he asks referring to the box in his hands, opening the main door for me so we can walk outside. 

"I will have to exchange it for the money, buy things to repair this estate-" "Home" Atticus cuts me off. "Right home and  have to ask Damon to compel people so I don't get scammed, I might have to tell him about all of this because I will not be able to do it all alone."

"Can you trust this Damon fellow?" he asks seriously. 

"Yeah" I softly reply. 

"Okay then but just keep me how do you say it updated with everything and if that Damon fellow becomes a nuisance, I will wipe his memory." 

"Wait you can do that?" 

"I am 1567 years old Miss Isla and a butler to Royal family, have some faith" he chuckles as we walk through the forest. 

"How will you go back to The Falls?" he asks, "I have a car, I will drive it" I tell him. 

"Car?" 

So I told him about the cars. 

"Right, does this car of yours have space or it like a horses pouch on the side?" 

"It has space, a lot of it" I say pointing toward the red that we can now see in the distance.

After settling me and showing him practically how it starts and stops.

"After estate is renovated, we will get few of these" he states. 

"Sure" I laugh lightly. 

He slowly closes the door of the car, giving him all the blood bags that he could carry- that will hard to explain to Damon and I leave.