Crown of Thorns

Chapter Four; Falling

"Why did you call us on such short notice?" Mr. Collins asked Adrianna.

Adrianna sat in a chair in the council meeting. After seeing Klaus Mikaelson, she knew it was going to get messy, and she couldn't keep it from the council any longer.

Klaus meant business, and Adrianna wasn't planning on giving it to him.

"We figured out who killed those people," Adrianna said.

"Who?" Mr Halm asked.

"Did you ever hear of Klaus Mikaelson?" Zach asked walking up to the table.

Henry stood in the corner, his arms crossed against his chest. After,his run in with Elijah he hasn't spoken to Adrianna.

"No, who is it?" Mr. Denny asked, the knowing vampires in the room.

"Klaus Mikaelson and his family wee the first vampires to be ever made," Adrianna told them, "The most powerful vampires on the planet."

"Klaus is more than just a vampire," Zach said.

"How is that possible?" Mr. Denny asked.

"His mother had an affair with a werewolf, resulting in him," Henry spoke for the first time.

Adrianna looked at him confused. She wondered how he knew that.

"After the death, of their youngest brother, Klaus' mother couldn't bare to loose another child. His mother was a witch, so she turned her children into vampires using magic. When Klaus made his first kill, it triggered his werewolf curse, revealing his mother's deepest secret. To undo the evil she created, Esther binded Klaus' werewolf side to a curse, which he recently broke, resulting in him becoming both a werewolf and vampire. With his blood, he can turn werewolves into hybrids," Henry said.

The council, Adrianna, and Zach looked at him, trying to absorb the information.

"Well how do we kill him?" Mr. Collins asked.

"Simple," Henry shrugged, "You don't."

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"How the hell do you know all of that?" Adrianna asked Henry, trying to keep up with him, Zach wasn't far behind listening to the conversation.

"I haven't been completely honest with you," Henry said, "But when I tell you the truth, I hope you don't kill me and let me help."

"Okay, spill."

"When you found me, I told you my family was dead and I had no place to go. By then my family was long gone, I was left behind by a different kind of family."

Henry laid on the hard ground dying slowly. His hand covered the bullet hole in his chest, trying to put pressure on it so it would stop.

He looked up at the bright sun, bullets flying above him, cannon being shot. Here he was fighting for a cause he didn't believe in. The north and south were torn apart,and he could careless. He wanted to be home with his family, his younger brother. God. He hoped they would never have to fight. He wondered how is mother would react, he wondered how she could support the two younger boys by herself. His father died from consumption 5 years ago, leaving a wife and three sons behind. Henry was the one making all the money, for the family's and he joined the military so his family could afford a better life.

The blood was now soaking through his grey uniform, this was it. His eyes were closing slowly. One last look at the world, and he saw what he believed was an angel. The girl in front of him, was quite the opposite of an angel. She bent down beside him, her blonde hair down her back and blue eyes looking at the dying boy.