Severed Heaven (Niklaus and Elijah Mikaelson)

Prologue

     "Our sister was quite the beauty." It was Freya's voice that echoed off the walls in The Abattoir, and eventually earned Niklaus' attention. When she shared the view of the painting together, it seemed her brother wasn't all that pleased. Though, when was he ever?

Never had they ever experienced such an intense relationship before. Niklaus was paranoid about the long lost sister, and Freya was nervous about her place in the Mikealson family. Neither, and certainly not Freya, dared come between the moment that was supposed be pure quietness. The witch seldom ever interrupted her brother when he stood in anticipation and paranoia. She shall never ignore the darkness that endlessly lived within Niklaus, yet today was different. "You said that you could put Rebekah back in her original body." He fragrantly said, and even dared to order her to. "Do it."

Freya released a chuckle, having awaited that question for much longer than he knew. "So, you've come to your senses."

"My senses have not faltered. They still demand you are not to be trusted. However, circumstance dictates otherwise for now." When Niklaus thought back to his instruction to the sister, and how Rebekah had hushed his paranoia so easily, he attempted a much softer approach.

Freya, however, loathed the words that were not to be taken back anymore. "What's changed?" She asked in her calmness either way.

"Eva Sinclair has resumed control of her body, leaving Rebekah trapped and powerless— so make with your spells and enchantments, and put my sister back in her true body." The hybrid urged himself to cure the hint of demand in his voice, yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. His mind was clouded with judgement, fear of failure, paranoia to be led astray by his own blood.

Freya wasn't afraid to disappointment him, but prepared herself for a wave of anger and rage either way. "I'm afraid it's not that simple." She said truthfully.

"More stalling. Very well." Niklaus stated, and in attempt to imitate the sister, simply warning her, he stepped closer. "I know I can't kill you, but I shall have a fine time trying. Tell me, have you ever been skinned alive?"

She never budged by the intimidated wanting her brother gave her, and had no trouble telling him what the problem really was. "The problem is Rebekah's conduction has worsened, and when I offered to help, she was in control of Eva's body. She's lost inside Eva. I don't have a spell that can reach Eva's mind and find her."

Niklaus thought for a split second. The memories flashed before him; lunch by the stream, painting her face on the weakest canvasses he'd ever attempted, the village— her village... her deep brown eyes that he would remember forever. Then, there were leftovers scenes, because she wondered why he was always alone and what he did with his time. He remembered it all too well. "Fortunately for you, I know someone well-versed in such spells." He told her quietly. "Get Elijah. I do think you'd be happy to meet her— oh, and whatever you do, you probably shouldn't mention me."