Face of the Dead (TVD/TO)

Chapter 13: Bloody Wolves

Hey there, readers. I apology for the long wait. I had finals and there's been a lot going on with Christmas and family. And I'm happy to say that this story has reached +9K reads and 231 stars. Thank you all for reading.

A/N: I had some difficulty while writing this chapter. I will most definitely rewrite this later on but for now, this is the best that I can do for you. I do hope you had a safe and joyful Christmas or holiday (depending on what you celebrate).

Also starting next year, I'm not sure if I will be able to post a new chapter every month since I've got more classes to attended to but I'll try my best for you guys. Do put positive comments if you have been enjoying this story of our dear Henrik Mikaelson as it does mean a lot to me.

Now. On to the Story
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Smoky Mountains

"Times like these, I wish it was the early Renaissance period," Henrik complains as he was far behind his elder brother and Stefan, who was carrying the dead werewolf over his shoulder. "Going on a horse was so much faster."

"You were alive during that period?... So where were you at that time?" Klaus questioned his little brother.

"Nik, it was the 1300s. It's bloody impossible for me to remember where exactly I was with the time that's past." Henrik explains. "Plus I was practicing bloody witchcraft in the depths of a dark tomb for most of that century."

"Then how did Elijah find you?"

"Are you seriously playing 20 questions with me, Nik?" Henrik scoffed.

"Well, call it being curious. After all, everyone that knew about you thought that you were dead and no longer suffering," Klaus explains, as he looks at his younger brother.

"My coven contacted Elijah months before you ever arrived in Mystic Falls. Before then I was trapped in a cursed mirror for 6 centuries, unable to escape."

"Then how did you get out?"

"The spell used to free me required blood from a blood relative of whoever is trapped in the mirror," Henrik explains. "You and the others weren't very easy to get a hold of."

"Well, its best to explore and not get too involved with one place for so long," Klaus tells him. "Plus where's the fun in staying when you get bored of it eventually."

"Is that why you daggered Finn? Because he was a bore?"

"I see Elijah told you about Finn's very long autumn nap."

"More or less. Anyway how far away did this pack of mutts decides to settle down?" Henrik complains. "It's bloody ridiculous."

Stefan stopped and looked around at the witch with a baffled look on his face. "How old are you? Twelve?"

"I died when I was twelve..." Henrik states. "Over a thousand years ago."

"How are you- you know what never mind," Stefan says just not wanting to continue the conversation about the thousand-year-old witch's death.

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"Are we there, yet?" Henrik says annoying both his brother and the Salvatore as they continued on their seemingly endless hike up the mountain.

"I dunno, Henry, can you do you see any campers around," Stefan snapped at the witch.

"No. But I do sense some hostility from the vamp that's been binge eating on the country folks," the witch shrugged.

"Stefan, I hope Ray isn't too heavy," Klaus says, getting the vampire's attention.

"Aside from your annoying brother, I'm fine," Stefan tells him.