HESTIA (TVD and TO fanfic)

Chapter One: Marcellus

Year 1820: New Orleans, Louisiana 

Slowly, a copper haired girl walked through the forest, she worn an unusual burgundy red dress for the era. The gown was snug on her cleavage, showing a minimal amount of her breast, then it flowed down with a puff to give emphasis on her small waist, and a dark red velvet cloak covered her enchanting face. When she reached a huge tree, Hestia pressed both her palms onto the trunk before resting her forehead on it too.

"Where is Niklaus?" Hestia whispered to the tree, and she felt the power of nature awakening the energy of the tree, it's branches moved with the wind like a compass pointing to a direction.

"New Orleans," Hestia mumbled, "thank you," Hestia kissed the tree trunk before she headed to her new destination, Louisiana.

Before the old witch died she transferred all her remaining power and knowledge to Hestia, something the fiery woman was thankful for. It felt like hours before she arrived in Louisiana, the quick trip was due to the fact that Hestia was able to find a horse; it's startling black skin contrasted with her ghostly white one. Hestia decided then that she would keep the horse as a companion, especially since she felt the horse attracted to her energy, in a way the horse could be seen as her spirit animal.

"Zeus, we're here," Hestia grinned as she patted the side of the horse's neck, carefully she step off of the horse and inspected her surroundings. Crouching down she placed both hands on the ground before doing the same thing she did with the tree just hours ago.

Hestia walked towards a plantation with Zeus in tow; she still kept her cloak on to hide herself, as she wasn't ready for any confrontations. In the distance she heard the screams of a young child and froze, she was fearful for the child. Instantly, Hestia sprinted to the sound, and what she saw anger her to her core, she was not easily angered, however the sight of a child being abused never stood well with her. The young boy threw an apple at his perpetrator, and Hestia knew that the boy is in for a beating for standing up for himself, therefore she ran to him and hug the boy shielding him from any more strikes. When the tantalizing sting of a whip collided with her back she hissed, and when she heard a thud she wiped around to see the man with a bloody head dead on the ground. Carefully, she stood up trying to not make the pain worse, however her attempts were useless as she fell. Niklaus looked at the hooded woman in wonder before speeding towards her and catching her in his arm, his cold blue eyes looked into her deep green and golden ones and he had a small frown as he noticed her pain.

"Are you alright, love?" He whispered softly, something that was completely against his nature.

"It stings, but I'll survive," Hestia said before quickly standing up to inspect the boy, in doing so the pain increased but she ignored the burn.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" She asked with furrowed brows as she inspected the boy.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered before looking down, he was afraid of what she would do to him if he insulted her.

"The truth darling, you're hurt are you not?" Hestia asked as she caressed his small face.

"Yes, it hurts, please don't tell the Governor," the little boy looked at her in fright.

"Of course I won't, now let me see your back, darling," she smiled at him reassuringly before taking off his blood stained shirt. When Hestia's eyes fell upon the little boys scared back she gasped, and her heart ached with sympathy. Gently, Hestia laid her palm on his back, causing him to flinch.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you little one," Hestia reassured him as she continued to touch his back; whilst she did that she closed her eyes and focused on her energy. Her palm had an orange glow causing Klaus's eyes to stare at her in wonder, never has he seen that kind of magic. A soothing sensation fell upon Marcel and he relaxed his fatigued muscles before leaning back on Hestia.

"There, there little one, I've got you," she smiled at him and caressed his sweaty forehead.

"What is your name?" Niklaus asked the young boy, his British accent caused Hestia to visibly shiver and Klaus almost smirked.

"Don't got one, mama wouldn't name me 'till I turn ten, in case the fever took me. Then it took her," the dark skinned boy explained causing Hestia to pity him even more.

"You're a survivor, and survivors need names," Klaus crouched down to inspect the boy with a small smile.

"How about Marcellus?" Klaus asked and he looked up at the strange woman as if silently asking for permission, and when she smiled, he smiled too.

"Marcellus?" The little boy asked in confusion.

"It comes from Mars, the god of war, and it means little warrior," Hestia explained and Klaus looked at her with shock for knowing the origin of the name. Niklaus gave his hand to Marcellus, and he accepted it, the two looked at each other and smiled before Klaus looked over at the beauty.

"I'm Niklaus, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said as he held out his hand.

"Hestia, I'm Hestia, and the pleasure is all mine," she grinned as she linked their hands together, which then Klaus kissed.

"Perhaps there is hope for our brother after all," Elijah whispered to Rebekah as he watched Nikalus's exchange with the woman and child.

Present time: Mystic Falls, Virginia 

Klaus sat on a large armchair next to the fireplace, the warmth comforted him and yet his heart still felt cold. On his right palm held one of the many sketches he has made of Hestia, throughout the centuries he didn't stop drawing or painting her, in fear that one day he would forget her, although that seemed almost impossible. Klaus took a sip of his bourbon as he replayed the memory of when he first laid eyes on the flaming beauty, how he wished he could go back to that time. An involuntary tear trickled down his cheek, but he had no intentions to wipe it away for he wanted to remember what it felt like to feel something other than rage, even if that was pain.

"It's the anniversary of her death," Rebekah whispered as she entered the library of her brother's mansion in Mystic Falls, she made her way over to Klaus and rested her hand on his shoulder as an act of comfort.

"We all miss her, brother," Elijah's voice was further away than Rebekah's, because he just entered the library with Kol close by.

"She was a force to be reckoned with," Kol smiled sadly as he thought of his best friend, he then made himself a glass of bourbon before staring into the fire which reminded him of Hestia's spit fire attitude, she was fierce and yet gentle, something Kol always found amusing and yet confusing.

"And yet she still died," Klaus whispered, he was utterly vulnerable, and usually when he is at his weakest he refused to allow anyone to see him, but he knew all his siblings who had the pleasure of meeting Hestia would feel the same. Therefore they all shall mourn together, for this one moment they put their past behind them and no anger was exchanged, just the agony of knowing the one girl they all cared about like family died a tragic death. 

THE END

JOKING (I'm so funny)