The secret child

Chapter 4

Danhy leant back against the trunk of one of the many trees directly across from 'The Grill'. His heart was still pounding against his ribcage, but he was sure that had more to do with running all over town than it did his nightmare. Niklaus and Caroline sat a few feet away, discussing their hopes and dreams for the future. Danhy hadn't planned on listening in to their conversation at first, but the more feral looks Niklaus directed off towards him, the more his interest peeked. "Nephew," Niklaus sighed "if you continue to eavesdrop I will have no choice but to drive another dagger through your heart!"

"I'm not eavesdropping,"Danhy spoke softly, "You're just yelling!"

Niklaus stood from the bench abruptly and took a threatening step towards his nephew. They were still several feet apart and if anyone were to glance over they would think they had gone mad and were speaking to themselves.

A searing pain suddenly bubbled up in Danhy's chest. He fell to the ground, no longer able to stand on his own two feet, as he choked and gasped for a single breath of air, that he couldn't quite grasp. It wasn't long before a familiar, agonizing blackness surrounded him. "What did you do?" Niklaus roared, he turned to face Caroline, feeling betrayed at having trusted to blonde. He should no better than to believe that she would be willing to sit with him for even a moment of her time without having an ulterior motive. "Nothing."

"Don't lie to me Caroline what did you do?" The need to run to his nephew and comfort him was overwhelming, but his desire for information and the rage bubbling within him was far more alluring at that moment. "I didn't do anything."

"Kol," he thought suddenly. Niklaus raced back towards 'The Grill', picking up Danhy's lifeless body along the way, he would not leave Danhy alone in the presence of Caroline when Niklaus could not trust her not to stab another dagger in the teen vampires heart as soon as he awoke.

Niklaus deposited his nephew's body on the back steps behind 'The Grill' before he promptly removed the dagger from his brother's heart. He twirled the dagger it his hands, allowing a satisfied smirk to overcome his features as he watched the Salvatore brothers and Alaric squirm beneath his gaze. "I should have killed you months ago,"

"Do it," Damon smirked "It's not going to stop Esther from killing you,"

"What did you say about my mother?" Niklaus hissed. No one had to right to make accusations about his family, no one but himself that is, and besides Niklaus was sure that if anyone was plotting to kill him, he would know about it. "You didn't know I was friends with your mummy? Yeah, we have a lot in common. She hates-" A loud gasp cut Damon off mid-sentence, He glanced over Niklaus' shoulder seeing Danhy sit up abruptly, his hand pressed firmly over his heart, but the hybrid paid his nephew no mind. Danhy growled from deep within his throat, "Who the fuck daggered me!" he screeched, his eyes darkened as black veins spread down his checks. Danhy snarled feeling his fangs cut through his lips, pooling warm blood into his mouth, which only made the rage stronger.

Niklaus smirked, His nephew was predictable, almost like clockwork. They were similar when it came to their anger, something he both loved and deeply regretted, only when he was unlucky enough to end up on the receiving end of one of his nephew's famous temper tantrums. Niklaus pointed the handle of the dagger towards Damon, "He did."

Danhy didn't hesitate to lunge for the younger vampire, releasing a cry of pure rage. He slammed Damon against the cement wall, feeling the bones in his shoulder shatter beneath his grip, he didn't hesitate to drive his fist through the other vampires chest. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't rip your heart out," Danhy dragged the tips of his nails along the smooth surface of Damon's heart, listening to the younger man groan in pain. "I don't hear any talking," he singsonged, "Perhaps I should just rip it out, what do you think, Uncle Nick?"

"Well, I was never one to turn down a good show." Danhy gave an experimental tug to Damon's heart. The younger vampire groaned in pain, he clawed at Danhy's hands in a desperate and feeble attempt to remove his hand from Damon's chest. It brought Danhy nothing but joy to see him struggling, he tightened his grip around his throat, digging his fingers into Damon's soft flesh.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the younger Salvatore lunge for him, fighting against his human friends hold, he could easily break free if he tried hard enough, but he didn't seem as though he wanted to. Danhy winked at him before turning his attention back to Damon. It has been far too long since he has been of any use to his family when it comes to things such as torture and downright murder, he almost forgot how much fun it was. "That's enough! We still need them!"

"Seriously!" Danhy screamed, he threw Damon to the ground and kicked him in the stomach for good measure. Elijah has always had a knack for ruining 'bonding time' between Danhy and his Uncles. "Couldn't you have arrived ten seconds later?"

Elijah ignored his son's sulking in favor of making his way down the staircase, holding his cell phone out between his fingers delicately. "You tell me where the witches are or I'll have my sister kill Elena right now." Damon pushed himself up from the ground, grunting at the twinge of pain the sudden movement sent up his spine. He glanced behind Elijah at the clock tower, narrowing his eyes when he saw that it is a little past 8:30, "You told me we had until after nine."

"I'm sure Rebekah will be more than happy to start her work early," Elijah smirked. Although the teen was annoyed at his father's lack of good timing, he couldn't help the satisfied smirk that overcame his features at the dejected look on the brother's faces.

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After their exchange with the Salvatore brothers, the family had piled into Elijah's car to begin their journey to the old witch house, or 'the mom-bus' as Kol had so kindly put it. "After everything she said, why would she try to kill us?" Danhy asked. The logic behind his grandmother's insanity was far beyond anything he could possibly grasp, but he could not deny the pain lingering in his chest. Niklaus and Kol ignored him, both choosing to roll their eyes, they had both come to the realization centuries ago that their mother was a psychotic, evil, witch, yet their nephew could not seem to come to the same realization. "I don't pretend to understand the workings of Esther's mind," Elijah answered, he reached forward to turn down the volume of the radio, while still keeping one hand securely on the steering wheel. Danhy sat back with a huff, it hadn't been the answer he was searching for. Elijah glanced in the rear-view mirror, catching a glimpse of his son in the darkened car, "And clean that off your face Danhy."

"Clean what?" he asked, his hands flew to his face, wiping around his mouth and cheeks. His hands came back marked with flecks of dried blood. "Why didn't anyone tell me there was blood on my face?" Kol fell into a fit of laughter beside him. "You're such an ass!" he cursed. Danhy continued to rub the back of his hand along his mouth to try and remove the dried blood. "I hope you all rot in hell," the teen huffed. He pushed himself further closer to the door, in order to put some sort of distance between himself and his family.

"Don't be like that Danhy boy," Kol chuckled, "It's not like anyone saw you." His eyes widened at this, there had been a woman standing outside of 'The Grill' when they had passed by, she had seen him and had cast a wary glance in his direction. Kol was thrust into another fit of laughter at his nephew's clear expression of horror. Danhy growled deep within his throat, sometimes he wished his family nothing but a slow and painful death. "Someone did see me!"

"I know!" Kol struggled to stutter out between laughs.
"I hope you choke on your own tongue," Dahny grumbled.