Through His Eyes (The Originals)

Give 'Em Hell, Kid + The Bloody Crown Part 1

 I accompanied Kol to bury Davina. It was just us, Marcel, Vincent, and Davina's friend Josh. No one objected my presence, yet I didn't feel welcome. I felt a chill run down my spine when Marcel said that my children would pay. It seemed we could have a new enemy.

 I quietly slipped away to the Irish wake Camille had wanted. I found Elijah and whispered to him, "I think you should be concerned about Marcel. He spoke of making you pay at Davina's funeral."
 
 "Just give him time," he whispered back. "We will get past this."

 Right. Easy for him to say. When you're a parent, you tend to worry more about these things.
 
 I took a walk around the city, but fresh air didn't help any. When I returned home, I found Freya in a worried state.
 
 "I've had visions," she said. "I think Vincent gave Marcel the serum from Aurora, and Marcel is going to try to kill us."
 
 "That's exactly the sort of thing I was worried about," I groaned. "Have you told Elijah and Klaus?"

 "Elijah knows. And I would be worried about Kol if I were you. He was talking about leaving New Orleans because there's nothing left for him here."
 
 "Nothing left? We're his family!"

 "Apparently not. He...said some hurtful things. But he wasn't part of the prophecy, so hopefully he'll be okay." She sighed. "It's the others I'm worried about."

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 I was in my room, trying to read after taking a long bath, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. If Marcel became the same thing Lucien became, what then?
 
 "You read Jane Austen?"

 "Well, it was the first thing I-" I looked up, "-picked up."

 Klaus was standing the doorway. He looked...just sad.

 "Can, um, I...step in? Do you mind?"
 
 I shrugged. "It's your house. How are you?"
 
 "Not...not well." He sat down in the chair I kept by the window. "Marcel is dead. Elijah killed him."

 That definitely made me look up from my book.
 
 "Elijah murdered Marcel? Had he become dangerous?"

 "No. Perhaps. I was trying to get through to him. I would have done it. But I watched Elijah tear his heart from his chest."
 
 "Well, if Marcel was dangerous-"

 "Marcel was different," Klaus snapped. "I raised him. He was my son. And now he's gone."
 
 I closed my book. "Why are you here with me, Niklaus?"

 "I...I don't know. This prophecy does not seem to have anything to do with you. I don't think any of our enemies really care what happens to you." He scoffed. "You're lucky." 

 I closed up my book. "Well, wouldn't it be ironic if I ended up saving everyone. To think, I destroyed the white oak stake I had left. I thought it could be used against you."
 
 "I don't think the white oak stake would have been of much use. I just thought that I could get through to Marcel."

 I move to the edge of the bed so that I was sitting across from Klaus. "Let me tell you something, a story. There was a man who hunted his foe nonstop for revenge. For years, he did. His foe bested him twice, and though he wouldn't admit it, he realized it was the wrong path to take. Revenge would have gotten him nothing. And he tried to heal in the only way he knew how-trying to take care of those who mattered to him."
 
 He eyes had widened as I spoke. He turned away towards the window.

 "I suppose there is no immediate danger to us now," he said. "But how can I forgive Elijah for this?"
 
 "Elijah has forgiven you for things in the past," I pointed out. "I don't know all of what you did, but I know it's nothing good, so don't tell me. And if I know Elijah, he is being consumed by guilt right now. You'll forgive him, Niklaus. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll try to get some sleep."

 "We're on the same road to redemption, you know," he said. "You and I. We both have things to make up for."

 "I know. Why don't you go to bed?"

 He shook his head. "I can't sleep now. Not now. Do you mind if I just sit here for now? You have a good view from here."

 "I know." I pulled the blanket over me. "No talking. I want to get actual sleep for once. I haven't done that in what feels like forever."

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 I dreamt of death and darkness that night. A row of coffins, my children in pain.

 And I couldn't stop it from happening.
 
 When I awoke, Klaus was gone. He had left while I was sleeping. That was probably for the best; I wouldn't want him to see me in that frightened state.

 I took that dream as an omen. Something bad was going to happen that day. Something horrible. 
 
~~~~~~

 I looked down at the unconscious bodies of my children in the chairs. It was done. That was how they would all be until Hayley and I fulfilled our task.
 
 I had been lucky enough to flee the wrath of Marcel and the rest of the enemies. Klaus was right when he said they didn't care about me.
 
 "Help her, Father," Freya said to me before she performed the spell. "And don't lose faith. We'll see each other again."

 "What do we do now?" I asked Hayley.

 "We take them far away from New Orleans," she replied, "until we find cures for them all. We're going to need a truck to fit all of us."
 
 "Then I truck I will get us."
 
 I kept my eyes on them. Freya, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah. How long would it be before I got to speak to any of my children again?
 
 It was at that moment when I heard a small voice in the doorway.

 "Father?"

 I turned at the sound-and saw a face I never thought I would see again.

 "Henrik?"