Bow Down - the originals [1] ✔️

t r e n t e - d e u x

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: FREE BY BROODS

Hoping for more, and wishing for less

When I didn't care was when I did best

I'm desperate to run, I'm desperate to leave

If I lose it all, at least I'll be free

les frères que les soins oubliaient

Flashback - New York 1975

Marie prowled the streets of New York in the dark, she stood regally with her hood up as she scanned the empty streets. It was past midnight and still loud music could still be heard pumping through the air, it was Friday night, and drunk people milled through the streets, Marie's eyes spot a prey, and she smirks. She walks up to the man, she had lost her humanity due to reasons long forgotten by her, she had become sloppy, careless even.

"Hello, I seem to be a bit lost, do you mind giving me directions to the Plaza?" Marie smiles innocently, twirling a strand of blonde hair.

"Of course, sweetheart." The sleazy man drawled in a Southern accent, Marie could smell the cash on him, he reeked of Park Avenue and trust funds.

He smiled and wrapped a hand around Marie's dainty waist, Marie smirked as she leads the man into an alleyway before ripping into his jugular. His agonizing screams pierced the party atmosphere of the noise as his screams slowly died into whispers, and she satisfyingly dropped his body leaving a bloody trail on the brick wall. Suddenly, Marie screams and drops to her knees as a witch appeared behind her, Marie's head felt like she was being stabbed repeatedly in the brain, an aneurysm she realised. Marie starts laughing, while the witch stared at her confused, but nevertheless continues chanting. "Oh, darling keep going, I haven't felt pain in 10 years, it kind of tickles."

"Oh well, you better get used to it Antoinette." Damon smirked, as he appeared out of the shadows.

"Damon Salvatore, we weren't supposed to meet till Monday, what the hell do you want." Marie groans, as the witch pinned her to a brick wall.

"See, my dear old friend, Afia here, owed me a favour, saved her whole family from a house fire in the Bronx during the 70's but we aren't here for a history lesson, my darling Marie, you need to turn your humanity on, the police are catching on to us." Damon says faux-sympathetically.

"Kind of hypocritical of you when you too turned off your humanity after the Whitmore incident." Marie growled. 

Damon rolled his eyes, unimpressed, "Well, you're getting sloppy, and I hate it, Afia here is cursing you to a life with humanity, you wouldn't be able to turn your humanity off for the rest of your miserable existence. "

A flurry of emotions, rushed at Marie, Marie gasps weakly as she clutches the wall for support, she felt like her gut was being ripped out, as remorse for the murder of the hordes of people she had murdered in cold blood crept up into her body, "Enjoy the pain, it might tickle." Damon winks before turning to leave.

"We arrive into this world as innocents. Wide-eyed. Vulnerable. It is the job of our parents to nurture and protect us. Unfortunately, our own parents failed miserably at even the most basic of parental tasks. But, we are not beholden to the past they created for us. " Klaus and Elijah are having breakfast in the dining room with Kaleb/Kol and Vincent/Finn, who are still bound with the enchanted manacles that prevent them from doing magic. Compelled servants in suits place platters of breakfast pastries on the table. Marie enters, and grabs a breakfast roll not meeting Elijah's gaze, she sits next to Klaus, Klaus purses his lips and stares at her curiously, having heard Elijah's glorious break up speech and Marie crying all night, and calling Damon Salvatore yelling at him. "Today, a new future awaits. Forget your animosity toward Elijah and myself. Instead, join us against she who truly deserves your ire-- our mother."