The secret child

Chapter one

Darkness dragged on from every corner and every crevices, no space was safe from the ever lasting blackness that enslaved his mind. Time held no privy in his eternal hell, but there were instances, brief moments when he was so sure that he could hear voices, angry yells and muffled cries but they never lasted more than a few seconds before they were gone once again and he was left to suffer in silence, after a while he believed he was going crazy, that the voices he was hearing were nothing more than a figment of his own insanity coming to life inside of him.

It wasn't long before he came to the startling conclusion that he would not be un-daggered for sometime, that was if his Uncle decided that he deserved some sort of mercy. It was a small crime that he committed in which had him daggered, it was nothing in comparison to the horrors that his family claim Finn has committed over the years but there is no way to tell how much you have angered Niklaus until you are lying face down on the floor with a dagger in your heart and even then the extent of his anger is unknown. If only there was a way in which he could apologize for being such an insolent child

It could have been minutes, hours, years or even centuries later, he wasn't sure of the passage of time, before he began to feel some semblance of warmth radiating in his chest, it slowly moved throughout his body, wrapping around his insides and spreading to the tips of his fingers and to the ends of his toes and then with a sudden gasp he sprung upwards, dragging in a lungful of much needed air as the warmth en-clasped his entire being. Danhy looked around with wide fearful eyes at the room around him. The walls were a dark shade of gold that clashed horribly with the grey carpets, the dozens of candles lining the walls cast enough light throughout the room to notice that his Aunt and Uncles coffins were all empty and abandoned. He dragged himself from his coffin, nearly falling over the edge entirely as he struggled to reach the ground from where his coffin was propped up on a cement pillar. He stood no taller than 5'3, even as a human he was considered remarkably short for his age.

Danhy straightened the jacket that hung from his shoulders in a pool of black material. He hadn't been wearing an evening jacket when he was daggered, if he remembered correctly it was the middle of the morning in which he became to his fate. He unbuttoned the jacket and threw the offending item back into his coffin before storming out of the room, his black and white oxfords clicked a familiar beat against the hardwood floors.

The house was a maze of hallways and elegantly decorated rooms, unlike the one he had woken up in, he must remember to badger Uncle Niklaus about his horrendous taste in coffin storage rooms. He threw open yet another set of double wooden doors which lead into an elegant dining area complete with one of the biggest chandeliers he's ever seen in his entire existance, hanging over a long, wooden, dining table. Voices wafted in from further within the room. Danhy strode quickly towards the voices, rounding the corner into yet another room with such purpose that he nearly fell over in shock when his eyes landed on a familiar face that had perished over a thousand years before. "Grand-mama?" he asked in shock. She looked exactly how he remembered her, not a hair out of place. Danhy almost ran to her but stopped himself before he could take the first step, she was dead, he was sure of that. Perhaps this was all an illusion he had conjured up in his own mind and he was still lying, daggered in his coffin, in some extremely ugly room, decorated by his extremely insane, hybrid of an Uncle.

Esther smiled warmly at her grandson, she held her arms open for an embrace, "My dear, look how much you've grown." She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Danhy's shoulders, pulling him into her warm embrace. He could feel her beating heart against his still cold chest. He stared wide eyed over his Grandmothers shoulder at Niklaus, whose own expression was one of absolute horror. The hug only lasted for a moment before she was pulling away again. "I don't understand," he mumbled "Your dead."
"I was, yes, but I am back now, so that we can be a proper family again," Esther smiled.

~TeZ9\