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Chapter Four- Distant Relatives

Chapter Four- Distant Relatives | Never Forgot You (Klaus Mikaelson)

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Not every Episode will be covered, I'm going to write the next episode and the following. Soon enough I'll be skipping a few to get to the episodes that Klaus enters.

(Print is for Annabella)

(Italic is for Alithea)

"Annabella watch me show you how to treat these filthy animals" a wicked smile washed upon Emil's face as he twirls his favourite whip around in the air before striking one of the slaves.

Hal, a poor old man who didn't deserve this, cries out in pain as the whip smacks against his bare back. His back was already scarred up, and some were freshly made and were opening up and bleeding.

"What a pathetic little..., what are you?" Emil taunted as he made another lash against the older man's back.

Annabella flinched as she tried to keep the tears from exiting her eyes as she watches Hal get beaten.

"..."

"I asked." Emil's tone shifted, it got lower as he grips the whip tighter in his hand, giving Hal a moment to think. "what are you?"

"..."

Emil looks down at his younger sister, who blinks away her tears "Sister, what is he?"

Annabella hates herself for answering this question, but even though she hates this, hates slavery, the love for her brother and the fact that she didn't want to disappoint her family is to strong. So with a tiny voice, she answers Emil back "A slave, he's...a slave brother."

"A slave that..." Emil trails off, waiting for his sister to finish his sentence.

"A slave that stole from the garden and was caught red handed by you."

"Good sister, now run along before Mother come looking for you."

Annabella, who couldn't even look Hal in the eyes, just nods her head and turns her body around before leaving the field.

A short while later, Annabella hears her name being called from a room that she just passed. Annabella walked backward and looked inside and saw Nik sitting against the headboard of the bed, a book resting in his hands and body laying peaceful on his bed.

"Hello, Mr. Mikaelson" the eleven-year-old girl bows her head, only to get a soft yet thick voice in return, enough that it sent shiver all throughout her body.

"Bella, it's Nik. Nothing more, nothing less. Just Nik."

A light scarlet blush slowly washes over her cheeks before she slowly enters the room.

"May I help you Nik" her blush grew deeper as she walks further into the dark room. It wasn't that dark in the room since there was the flame of the candle the emulated the room, but it wasn't very bright either.

"I wanted to ask you something, take a seat, Bella," Nik said as he places something to hold his page and sets the book on the dark wooden nightstand, next to the candle holder.

Annabella found herself waddling towards the edge of the bed and stood on her tippy toes and gently lowers herself down.

She took a stand of her straight and silky chestnut brown hair and slid it behind her ear.