Henrik Mikaelson died a horrible death. Torn apart by the werewolves, his last minutes on this earth were unbearably painful. He also served as a catalyst and unknowingly assisted his mother, who turned her family into the Originals. Alan Mason, a 1...
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When Henrik opened his eyes, he was in his and Kai's bed, tucked against Kai's warm body, who was snoring softly and mumbling occasionally. Henrik found it cute and softly kissed his lips, not wanting to wake him up from his peaceful sleep. The last thing he remembered was... CHERYL! What was she doing here? That scream... Henrik shuddered remembering the pain of his eardrums bursting and healing and then bursting again. Looking to his right, where their window was located, he saw Kol, his brother, sleeping in the chair while snoring, his hair a messy cow-lick. Henry snorted at the sight, causing Kol's eyes to snap open, he instinctively wiped his mouth, thinking, him drooling was Henrik's source of amusement. The action caused Henry's grin to stretch even wider.
"Are you okay, Henrik?" asked Kol, looking at him with worried 'big-brother expression'.
"Peachy," grinned at him Henry, displaying his dimples. His smile soon was wiped from his face when he realized that Kol was here, probably with the rest of the gang. "What are you doing here? are others here too?" accused Henrik, a scowl etched on his forehead.
"When Cheryl disappeared Matt asked us to track her using magic, it brought us here," admitted Kol.
"Us? And what about Cher, is she okay?"
"Us as in our family. Jeremy's here too. He threatened to 'shiv my ass' if I didn't allow him to tag along," Kol did the air quotes, amusing Henry.
Youngest Mikaelson wearily dragged his hand down his face. "Did I miss the whole drama?"
Kol winced, remembering how their meeting went with their relatives.
Flashback
"Are you sure this is the right place?" asked Kol annoyed, his whining grating on their nerves.
"Yes, Kol, I'm sure," answered Freya with exasperated patience.
"Nothing's here!" he yelled, a little too loudly, wildly waving his hands around, to prove his point.
"It must be cloaked," deduced Esther, causing Freya to nod in agreement.
They cut their palms and joined hands together, chanting the incantation, that would help unravel the hidden.
"Ostende quod est occultatum!"
They repeated the chant a few times and watched as the Manor shimmered into existence. Originals, who owned this manor, suddenly remembered about its existence. Freya and Esther both panted like dogs, the protection taking almost all of their magic to take down, leaving them bloodied mess on the ground. Their family members quickly picked them up and brought them inside.
"Someone brought down the barrier!" they heard a panicked voice, that they didn't recognize.
When they entered, they were met with a peculiar sight. Mikael, Henrik, Kai, Marcel, and few unknown vampires, on the ground, blood leaking from their ears, while two young witches hovered over them trying to wake up. Cheryl, too, was unconscious, her auburn hair covering the floor like autumn.
