this child of mine, she will paint the walls red with their blood.
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─── extended summary;
years and years ago, klaus mikaelson fell in love. over a century of his life was spent alone, scowling at the disloyal inhabitants of his town. although truly all he wanted was an escape from this lonely hell. he found peace in his new, human love, choosing to disregard power in order to protect his family. time passed, and this love formed life. he watched his wife hold the precious bundle in her arms, smiling and cooing at the soon-to-be heir of new orleans. he watched as her smile dropped and a look of worry flooded her features. he watched, unmoving and numb, as her hold on the baby loosened and her eyes dulled. a thick, red substance poured out of her eyes, nose and mouth.
blood.
any breath that was making it's way up to his lungs halted, a single tear made it's way dripping to his chin and onto the floor which was painted red with his wifes blood, and klaus wanted nothing more than to laugh. of course, this would happen. a monster like him, having a loving wife and a daughter? it was unheard of. the nurses around him gasped and several dropped unconsious to the floor. high-pitched, wailing cries escaped the baby's body, tiny arms stretched wide as if to say, pick me up, i need to feel safe.
and he did.
shaking, calloused hands reached to her body and picked her up, holding her tight in his arms. slowly, he leaned down, the child still in his arms, and pressed his lips to his first loves forehead. i love you, he thought. always and forever. the big, bad broken wolf turned and walked out of the hospital room, choosing better than to vampire speed his way out in fear of scaring his daughter.
you and me, we'll make it. he whispered.
he fumbled around his pockets for his phone, and dialed the first person he could think of. this person was with him for everything, they stayed up with him on nights he couldn't sleep, gave him advice whenever he would get in a fight with his now dead wife, stayed even when the world was caving in on them. he gently rocked the baby in his arms, who had just fallen asleep. a faint, feminine voice woke him from his dazed, staring state. "klaus?"
he sighed in relief and looked down to the sleeping figure in his hands. he would need all the help he could get. "rebekah? i need you. get elijah too."
only a few seconds passed, perhaps longer but two blurry figures made their way towards him. one was blonde, and definitely female, the other wore a suit and had a calm demeanour. a small, yet sad smile made it's way upon his face as he showed the baby to them. the silence was now followed by a gasp and a choked back sob.
"long time no see, brother, sister."
"is she yours, brother?" whispered a rough but gentle voice. elijah.
but klaus did not reply. his gaze was focused on his daughter ( yes, she is mine. she has my eyes, my smile. she is the very reflection of me. but she looks so much like her, aswell. ) all he said was this.
"my daughter will rule over the world and this unfaithful town and all those who stand on it. she will be merciful, but stand her ground. she will give us all we ever asked for. she will be our salvation. this child of mine, will be named artemis, after the goddess of hunters."
─── and her fury will be brighter than the light of a thousand suns.
