DUALITY

Chapter 23: The Mikaelsons

No name in the supernatural world stuck out quite like the Mikaelsons. In the world of the seemingly impossible, the Mikaelsons were ironically myths. Legends.

The year was 1710.

The Mikaelsons were in Lyon.

Rebekah and Kol went off, exploring the new place they'd moved into. They'd been there for a few months, though it seemed like the entire noble and supernatural society knew who they were.

It was a thrilling as it was concerning for Rebekah.

By chance, Kol and she found themselves in an underground cave.

Well, if Kol dragging her down there at the behest of a witch friend of his counted as by chance. Then, it was by chance.

"What on earth are these?" Rebekah asked her brother, referring to the strange markings on the cave's walls.

Kol traced her fingers over the ancient runes carved into the stone wall. 'This," he whispered, "could change everything we know about our family."

"How so?" Rebekah asked, eyebrow raised as she became intrigued.

Kol shook his head. "I'm unaware, I was not told much. I shall have to make contact with some witches."

"Your favourite pastime," Rebekah teased with a playful grin.

"Siblings..."

They heard Elijah's familiar drawl.

Kol and Rebekah groaned simultaneously.

"How did you find us?" Kol asked.

Elijah smirked. "If I wish to find my sibling, I shall do so."

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Back in the restaurant in Alexandria, Virginia, Klaus and Amelie had moved on to lighter conversation topics.

They had both needed the respite.

Amidst the laughter and banter, they hadn't realised the gentleman in a perfectly ironed designer suit entering the establishment.

"However, Kol had drank too much that night so he almost bedded the preacher's wife!" Amelie recounted as she burst into laughter.

Klaus let out a laugh that sounded more like a bark. "He was ran out of the town for that misdeed."

"A shame indeed, I'd rather liked Salisbury," the gentleman in the suit suddenly spoke. His tone was composed and calm, but his eyes were dark with rage.

"Elijah," Klaus noted. "Why are you here?"

"Where are our siblings, Niklaus?" he asked.

Klaus smirked. "They are safe."

Elijah glared. "Nothing is safe in your hands, Niklaus," he told his brother in the same level headed manner.

Amelie could see the vein about to pop in Niklaus' neck. Deciding she had to stop whatever was about to happen, she stood and spoke.

"Elijah, arrête! Niklaus, calme-toi! (Elijah, stop it! Niklaus, calm down!)" she exclaimed. "Let us leave this place and discuss like civilised beings." She eyed Klaus. "That means no violence."

Klaus chuckled and gave Amelie and acerbic smile. "I cannot promise that, angel." His lips twisted into a smirk at the last part. He was aware Amelie and Elijah were not on the best terms as of late.

"Oh, ferme ta bouche (shut your mouth)," Amelie told him. She stood up. "Let us go."

Amelie stretched out her left hand to where Niklaus was and he took it so she hooked an arm around him.