Buried Secrets ((ON HOLD))

Prologue

Author's Note: Hello my lovelies 💜 So as you can see, I have started a new Klatherine story XD I'm in a Klatherine mood, what can I say? 😂 But anyway, check out the trailer above made by me ^^

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August 1490, England

Klaus Mikaelson frowned as he entered what was meant to be his bedroom, at least according to the man who was currently leading him through the castle hallways. "Surely you must be joking." He said and turned to look at him. "I cannot stay here. There is but one window and it faces west. It simply won't do. I enjoy feeling the sunlight on my face during the mornings."

"Yes my Lord. Of course. I only offered this one because these are the largest chambers-"

Klaus rolled his eyes and cut the man off, ripping his heart out of his chest and dropping it to the floor just as his lifeless body fell over.

"Niklaus, must you?" A tired, yet completely unsurprised Elijah spoke up as he finally caught up to his brother and caught sight of the dead body on the floor.

"How else was I meant to get him to be silent?" Klaus shot back with an amused smirk before peering inside the room once more. "I suppose this will do. I could always tear out a window somewhere." He settled, now fairly okay with the room. "It is the largest one after all, and size overcomes abundant sunlight."

"Pay no mind to the bedroom. What I wonder, is what exactly are we doing here and why have you compelled the King into bestowing you the honor of naming you a Lord? We are the Mikaelsons, a family of original vampires, in case you have forgotten. You can quite literally take anything you desire. Surely you do not strive for mortal power as well."

Klaus couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him just then. "Oh, Elijah. Ever the clueless one. We are here for the same reason we go anywhere. The curse. I have heard a rumor that werewolves travel amongst these areas. Now that I control the land, I can easily meet the locals without the suspicion that would certainly come if one were to...disappear." He smirked and briefly glanced at his brother. "Seeing as I am their Lord."

"I assume by meet, you mean torture until you learn what it is you want." Elijah said not remotely shocked by anything his brother did or said at this point. He only hoped they would find what they needed so he could break that blasted curse soon. It had been five long centuries and he longed to be free of this obligation towards his younger brother.

"You know me far too well Elijah." Klaus chuckled and walked deeper into the bedroom. Due to the fact that there was absolutely barely any light seeping through, he knew he would need another bedroom to turn into a place he could paint in. "Have you found your chambers yet? I do apologize for getting rid of our tour guide so quickly."

Though the word apology was leaving his lips, Elijah could easily see the all too amused grin on his face, indicating it was only just another empty gesture. "No need. I am certain I can find my way around." And with those words spoken he headed further down the hallway. He truly did not care about such trivial things like the size of his bedchambers. He only wanted to find the ingredients needed to break the curse. It was why, whilst his brother worked on finding a werewolf, he decided to find that moonstone they also needed. More often than not, he knew Niklaus forgot about it and tended to focus on the bigger picture.

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As the evening rolled around, Klaus had to set his paintbrush down. The light in the large open room he found was now quite dim, and even with his enhanced vision, he simply couldn't see any more. He sighed softly as he eyed the latest piece he was working on. It was a person, with an unrecognizable face, chained up tightly. The man was clearly attempting to free himself, which only caused the chains to dig deeper into his skin, drawing blood in some areas. It was often how he felt in regard to the curse. It had been five hundred years and there was still no sign of the supposed doppelgänger that was meant to follow after his past love, Tatia. What if the witches had been wrong? He often wondered if there truly was no such thing as a doppelgänger. It wasn't like he had ever seen one before. But he knew he could not allow himself to dwell on those thoughts. If he did, he would surely go mad.