Rebekah and Kol Mikaelson are heretic witches and have been for a thousand years.
Read their story and the story of their wolf/vampire hybrid brother Klaus.
The three indomitable hybrids.
Bound by a vow stronger than the vow made by all the Mikaels...
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*elsker---Lover. (NORWEGIAN)
MYSTIC FALLS GRILL.
Finn and Sage sat at the bar at the Mystic Grill. "Shots or bourbon?" Sage questioned her husband.
"Bourbon. Damon always enjoyed a fine bourbon," Sage nodded. Signaling the bartender she ordered a bottle of Maker's Mark and three glasses.
They both smelt him as he entered recognising his footfall. Sage lips curled into a smile. Finn stared ahead as the raven haired vampire sat at the end of the bar. Azure eyes scanned the bar and fell on Finn. Damon had a visceral reaction on seeing them again, stood and moved towards them. Sage stood and she was engulfed in a firm embrace.
"That brother in law of yours must be a hell of a mess....what's it been? A hundred years?" Sage chuckled, hugging the raven haired vampire back.
Finn stood and embraced the vampire, "He was and still is. It is good to see you elsker it has been too long," Finn pulled back and looked the raven haired vampire over, "Sit drink with us, tell us both how you have been these last hundred years." Damon smirked, nodded and sat next to the two he had spent half a decade with.
"Did you manage to salvage your relationship with your own brother....teach him....control?" Sage asked pouring Damon a bourbon.
"Stef is still a white knuckling it ripper vampire, killing bambi and thumper in prolific numbers," Damon smirked a tight edge to his words, "Still won't let me help him but we are here together so....." Damon smirked at the two, "There is hope," Damon shrugged, blase.
"Don't do that elsker, we more than most know the trials of familial guilt and the burden of loving a brother and wanting the best for him only to have the task be too great at times," Finn remarked sympathetically. Damon studied the two. His mind calculating why his lovers of old were back here in this small shithole of a town. Once they had met in 1912 they had spent days together before leaving for the European coast, living a life of rich decadence, companionship, passion and vampiric lust together for five blissful years. His grief and loss at Katherine and Stefan quelled and filled by Sage and Finn Mikael. He trusted them he always had. He had learnt how to be a more stealth vampire, skilled lover and manipulator of humans and vampires alike. His lovers were old. Older than Katherine. Damon had never been in the company of such old blood before. Lexie hasn't come close to his two lovers in age or the way they viewed the world around them. Selfish and ruthless to all those outside their circle of love and trust.
Damon had learnt how to be a vampire he was with these two.
"I came back here for Stefan....to try and mend....again our broken relationship. He has fallen for a human girl here, a young girl going to school." Damon snorted. "Stef is doing highschool again for the upteenth time," He rolled his eyes, "And with it, highschool drama," He dropped his voice low, molten gold flexed brown eyes and mossy green eyes on him listening intently. He had never forgotten how alert and earnest his two former lovers listened as though the three of them were the only people in the room. "Elena Gilbert....looks exactly like Katherine Pierce," He whispered. He knew they would understand the gravity of his words. Katherine had torn his heart to shreds. These two had mended and healed it.
