Bites and Bloodlines - Caroline Forbes

The Curse of Wolves

There is a saying. 

The strength of the wolf is the pack. 

There is another, a curse. 

The weakness of the beast is the pack. 

For years, Sebastien had been secluded and turned those who he felt had a spark. Alas, it was almost sick. He had changed the course of their lives and made countless of those who considered loved ones but he had also made those whom considered him an enemy. 

Yet. It is not that, it is not he who has done it. His sister stood across the hall; the Mikaelson ball hadn't grown to its bloody end. 

Instead it were the Malraux. They had continued to stare off at one another as the human, the one with the spark, Matt. He'd continued to protectively stand behind his sister, and for once, it seemed that his internal instincts, they were calmer. 

In the time that he had shared his dance and laughed with Caroline. His sister had decided to teach Matt all she could, and it seemed he had likened himself to it. 

"Odd." Sebastien thought and spoke it aloud. His eyes becoming flinty like dark smoke billowing from coals. 

"Hm?" Sweet Caroline spoke as she tilted her head from side to side. "What? I should feel different or at least sad that your sister has all your attention. Is it so bad that she continues to speak with Matt or at least, they talk?" 

She didn't know. Of course she didn't. 

"My sister would assume what I did. A long time ago, me and my siblings became the first werewolves to traverse the known world. We were born, well, not everyone knows. Some says we were meant to hunt doppelgangers to the ends of the earth," there Caroline had sharply hissed but it had been clouded as the two of them heard three distinct heartbeats hammer heavy in their chests. 

"Another is that we were born to bring the correct stasis of the world. Where there were only Wolves and Witches. However, in truth, I, Leona, and Druella were made for being guardians. What isn't known is that it wasn't a witch. I and my sisters drank on a stormy night in what could be considered Greece known." There, Bast smiled to himself as he and Caroline walked arm in arm. 

This felt so better, so relaxed. "So you drank some rainwater, so what? What makes that so important to your creation?" Caroline had taken to the information and lapped it up. She hadn't even stopped to consider what else was wrong or how there were only two of you here right now. 

"Because we drank from a wolf's paw print. A regular wolf, and yet something about that night was so different, so difficult, and chaotic that we became the first wolves to walk the earth. From there, I, Leona, and Druella drifted before we realised that we could give others the bite. A gift. We could give others a gift-"

Suddenly there were four howls in the air as Sebastien hunched over to the ground. His eyes burned amber and his suit tore as people screamed as the leeches had rushed from corner to corner, compelling anyone as they could to be quiet, to be safe, to be calm as all the vampires had stood against the werewolves whose veins pumped. 

Blackness ran up Sebastien's voice as his stomach heaved, and with a horrid feeling, blackened blood had spewed out of his lips and splattered out against his chest. 

"Caroline!" Another, a wolf, an abomination. Niklaus had rushed out to save Caroline and put himself between the heaving beast and the sweet rose that was a leech herself. 

Sebastien hissed as it felt like his eyes were burning. He was in pain. His entire being became locked together as his wolf came out and it was quick.