The secret child

Chapter 9

Danhy threw his suitcase into the back of the silver Lexis he stole from the house down the street, the man wouldn't miss it, he had four other cars at his disposal. He then set about straightening his suit and blood red tie, he thought it appropriate considering his current mood. "Don't forget to call Niklaus and let him know your on your way, you know how he hates surprises," Elijah said from his place by the front door. He straightened his own suit jacket and cleared his throat awkwardly. Their continued talk didn't go quiet as Elijah had planned, they had yelled and screamed and at one point during the night in a fit of rage they left the house and found a group of men in the woods and tore them to shreds. It wasn't his best move as a parent, and that was why Danhy was leaving, they had both agreed that a little time apart would do them good. Over their life the only time they have spent apart was when Niklaus was carting them around in boxes but many time they had been daggered together. "Unless of course it's himself giving the surprise," Danhy chuckled.

"Regardless, call once your on the road."
"I will papa, stop worrying." Elijah stepped closer to Danhy, wrapped his arms around the younger mans shoulders,
"Never," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss to his son's forehead, "Now go before I change my mind." Danhy gave his father one last smile before he slid into the drivers seat. He started the car easily and sped out of the driveway, the wheels skidding against the ground and leaving behind black marks. Elijah sighed internally, knowing he would have to clean up the mess.

Danhy had been driving for hours with nothing but the open road and the surrounding trees to keep him company. He had tried to figure out how to use the radio but after the screeching they call music in this day and age came blasting out of the speakers he chose against it. Little boys whining into a microphone is not music, it's just atrocious. His cellular device buzzed in the cup holder beside him. Danhy sighed. He reached for the device, swiping up to answer the call. "Hello?" he yelled into the speaker.
"What are you yelling for?" Niklaus' voice greeted him on the other end.
"I'm unsure how this device works, it doesn't have a cord!"
"Twenty first century technology doesn't require a cord," Niklaus sighed, "Now stop yelling." Danhy smiled to himself as he turned the wheel sharply, the car skidded around the corner and plowed down the dirt road. "I was just about to call you Uncle Nick," he said much calmer this time, "I'm on my way back to Mystic Falls."
"Turn around!" Niklaus screamed, "You are not to step foot in this town do you hear me?" Danhy glanced out the window as he passed by the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign. He chuckled warmly,
"There is a slight problem with that, I'm already in Mystic falls,"
"Get out now!" Niklaus growled, there was a banging and a shattering of glass from the other end of the line. Niklaus cursed at the sound of more glass breaking. Danhy frowned, he pulled the phone away from his ear and glanced down at the screen before bringing it back to his ear. "Uncle Nick?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch as worry set in his gut, "What's going on?" There was a long moment of silence that passed between them. Niklaus let out a shaky breath, the sound slightly muffled by the phone. "Finn's dead," He whispered so quietly that even with his enhanced hearing Danhy had trouble catching his words, but as soon as the words registered in his mind he slammed both feet against the break. The car came to a screeching holt in the middle of the road, cars swerved to avoid hitting him, honking their horns and swearing at him but Danhy didn't hear any of it, he was in shock. "What do you mean dead? Like, lying in a box with a dagger in his heart dead?"
"No," Niklaus sighed sadly after a moment. He may have hated Finn with a burning passion, even more so after he assisted their mother in their near assassination but he was still his brother.

Danhy opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to form so semblance of a sentence but nothing but harsh breaths left his lips. The loud honking of a car horn made his blood boil, the sadness and numbness clawing at his insides suddenly became rage. He gripped the wheel tighter feeling the leather crack beneath his fingers, "I'll be right back," he mumbled from between clenched teeth. Danhy set the phone down on the center console and threw the car into park before he stepped out of the car. He straightened his suit jacket and made a beeline towards the bright, red Toyota parked behind him, the fat, pudgy man behind the wheel threw his arms up in annoyance. He wound the window down and poked his head out, addressing Danhy with stiff movements. He smelt like cheap beer and grease, the stench was foul and it only seemed to fuel Danhy's anger. "Move your car kid, your holding up traffic."He said, Danhy ignored him. His hand shot out through the open window, his fingers wrapping tightly around the mans neck and in one swift motion he had pulled his upper body out of the window. He could hear the wife screaming, her shrieks loud and high pitched but he paid her no attention, instead focusing on the choked sobs and pleas of the pudgy man beneath his grasp. He put more pressure on his neck, forcing his head back over the window until he heard a satisfying crack. Danhy giggled, sucking his bottom lip between his sharp canines, "Whose next?" he asked.

Danhy wiped the last spot of blood from his mouth. He turned his head from side to side, examining his porcelain skin in the review mirror of the car before he picked up the phone and held it back to his ear. "Who did it?" He growled.
"That human boy, Matt," Niklaus answered, his own voice dripping with venom.
"I'll be home shortly."