Through His Eyes (The Originals)

You Hung the Moon + I'll See You in Hell or New Orleans

 I am ashamed to say now that I had mostly stopped paying attention to what my children were doing.

 From what I discovered later on, it seems little Davina kidnapped the Hayley woman and used it to her advantage. She freed Hayley from the curse. And of course Hayley came to the compound for her daughter. I was still in my room reading when I heard a lot of shouting coming from somewhere else in the house. The question was, should I or should I not leave my safe room to see what my children had done now? After some thought, I left my room to see Hayley leaving with Hope. No one stopped her.
 
 Well, there goes my chance of having a friend, I thought. Surely Hayley and her husband wouldn't let Klaus anywhere near the child now. It wasn't very likely I would be able to see her either. 
 
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 A few nights later, I returned to the compound after walking around the neighborhood. I knew Klaus and Elijah were heading into some sort of trouble, but I had no idea what. It wasn't like either of them ever bothered to notice my existence. But I suppose the fact that no one really noticed me did give me more freedom. For months, I had been going to and from the compound easily without anyone noticing me. 

 If only I knew what to do with it.

 As I went down the hallway, I didn't realize the open door I was walking past was Klaus' room.

 "You're still here, then?" I heard from inside.

 I stopped walking. "I am."

 "Well, do come in. It's rude to linger, you know."

 I cautiously stepped through the threshold into Klaus' room. It was not the torture chamber I was expecting. My stepson was at his easel, painting away.
 
 "Quite a few books have disappeared within the last few months," he said without looking at me. "Am I correct in assuming that if I looked in your room, I would find them?"
 
 "Yes, you would. Elijah said I could take whichever books I wanted, but he was very distracted at the time." 

  "Did he." It came out as more of a statement than a question. "I thought someone may have told you. There seems to be a new threat upon us. A prophecy, that I, Rebekah and Elijah would fall. One by friend, one by foe, and one by family. Do you know anything about that?"

 "No. I have not. Who told you this?"
 
 "Freya discovered it. I was told of a prophecy by another witch, one acquainted with an old friend of mine. Lucien Castle. And Elijah very recently met an old acquaintance as well. Tristan de Martel. Do either of those sound familiar?"

 "No," I answered quickly. "I have never heard either name before. Why?"
 
 "Just curious. How are  you adjusting, by the way? This must be somewhat boring after the nomadic and destructive life you led for centuries."

 "I am doing just fine," I said a little too sharply. "I was just going back to my books." I turned around and walked out of the room.

 I didn't go back to reading. I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. 

 I had just lied to Klaus. And I had a good feeling he knew I had lied.
 
Tristan is here, I thought. He's in New Orleans. Does he know I'm here? What if he comes looking for me?  Do I want to see him?

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  Dublin, Ireland
 September 1917 

  Ireland was, probably still is a beautiful country. I spent some time in Belfast, then made my way to Dublin. It was a grand city like London or Paris, but still a fine city, nonetheless. I wandered the streets one night, hoping to come across a fellow vampire. It had been nearly a week, and I was hungry.

 Eventually, I came across a man standing under one of the street lamps.

 He's vampire. Kill him! Everything inside of me kept saying just that. I silently walked up behind him, but before I could attack him, he turned around and said, "Now, there's no need for savagery. Here." He rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. "Drink. You look like you need it."
 
 I was so stunned by this that I merely stood there and stared at him. He was definitely much younger than I, handsome as well. But there was a devious look in his eyes. Yet I stepped forward and drank.
 
 When I'd finished, I said, "Thank you. My name-"
 
 "Is Mikael," he finished. "I know who you are."

 "But I don't know you."

 He smiled "You will." He bowed. "Tristan de Martel, at your service. Will you let me have the honor of your company?"