The next month I received a letter from Damon Salvatore explaining his plan to desiccate himself, so that when he woke up he'd be reunited with Elena. He told me he loved me, and that he'd see me again.
For the next few years things were calm and good. I bought out the apartments across the street from the Abattoir, did some remodeling. I called it my home. New Orleans was safe, free of violence..because of me. I was the protection the city needed. I would sniff out those who wished to destroy us, and I...took care of them. I was Queen of New Orleans, and of our father's sire line. I had to act the part, which Marcellus helped me with.
Within those three years Silas and I had our second child, a son, who we named Archie Kollin Salvatore. We didn't want to force Mikaelson on him, it was to be his choice.
February 23, 2015
Baton Rouge, Louisiana (an hour and a half from New Orleans)
Woman's Hospital
"Can you please not eat that in here? You're going to make me throw up." Poppy looked at her husband, her hands at the edge of the hospital bed. She wore a baggy hospital gown, her hair was in a bun, and her belly was huge. It was close to midnight, and she would rather sleep through the contractions than be awake.
Silas looked up at her from the chair he was in, immediately nodding. "Yeah, sorry, I forgot that you can't stand pizza." He quickly put it back in its container. "Can the baby come out already?"
Poppy shot him a glare. "You think I want him in here?" After her husband held up his hands in surrender she sighed and softened her gaze. "I'm sorry, I know you're excited. You get to actually witness the birth this time." She said, turning around and sitting on the bed. She looked down at her belly and rubbed it gently.
"Hey," Silas stood up and walked to his wife. "There's no need to be nervous. You're going to be okay." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "You'll be getting the epidural soon and you won't feel a thing."
March 18, 2017
New Orleans, Louisiana
St James Infirmary
Outside in the streets were parties, post St Patrick's Day celebrations. The party never ended in New Orleans. And though it was loud outside, inside the club it was quiet and calm.
A blonde mother stepped inside, holding the hands of her twin three year old girls, who stayed close to her legs. She looked tired, she had been driving all night.
"All right, girls." She spoke quietly to the twins, Lizzie and Josie. "You know what this is? It's a bar. And this is the last time you're gonna be in one of these until you are twenty-one."
A waitress, who had cleaning, walked into the room she glanced at the woman. "Sorry, we're closed, and..." She took another look, then scoffed "I don't think so."
"We're not staying." The mother assured. "We just got here, and then I realized, I didn't actually know where the person I'm looking for lived."
The waitress hummed to signal she was listening, though she really wasn't. Instead, she was setting up candles on tables.
"Klaus Mikaelson?" The woman got to the point.
The waitress stopped and looked up at her. "Honey, hate to say this, but you've wasted a trip."
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Endgame ⚜ Sweet but Psycho
Fanfiction"Hope, this is where things get a little crazy.." The title is inspired by Sweet but Psycho by Ava Max (obviously :D)
