Klaus' Weakness [TVD AU Fanfic] - On Hold -

Ch. 2 You are not going to die

May 23, 1001.

A twelve-year-old young male with long wavy dark brown hair and brown eyes named Henrik Mikaelson laid on the ground covered in blood as his chest has a massive claw-like scar, revealing some of his bones and body parts. Tears fell from the young male Mikaelson's eyes as he feels immense pain all over his body. Even though the young male can heal himself by using a spell, he felt his body getting paralyzed. 

Across from Henrik, laid his unconscious twenty-year-old brother named Niklaus Mikaelson. The young dark brown-haired male slowly turns his gaze to his older brother. 

" N-Nik," Henrik mouths out to Niklaus as blood begins to fall out of his mouth as his left arm slowly reached towards the older male Mikaelson's face. 

" D-Do not die," Henrik begins to cry as he used most of his strength to heal Niklaus' wounds by using his magic. 

Henrik's vision begins to get cloudy as he sadly smiled when he hears Niklaus groaning. The dark brown-haired male's gaze softens, feeling weak. 

Niklaus groans when he felt a massive headache overwhelming him. The dark blond-haired male's eyes widened when he remembered some werewolves attacking him and Henrik. 

" Henrik!" Niklaus cries out as he sits up, and he turns to see Henrik lying on the ground. " H-Henrik!" The dark blond-haired male yells as he quickly crawls towards the dark brown-haired male. 

" Henrik! Henrik! Wake up," Niklaus begins to panic as he gently placed his hands on Henrik's bloody chest. 

Henrik faintly stared at Niklaus. 

" Nik," Henrik softly calls out to Niklaus. 

" Good! Stay awake. I am going to take you to the others, and our m-mother and K-Kol will heal you," Niklaus begins to cry as he carefully pulls Henrik towards him. 

Henrik slowly closed his eyes. 

" I am glad you are okay," Henrik whispers as he falls limp against Niklaus' arms. 

Niklaus' heart skipped a beat, feeling scared. 

" No! You are not going to die!" Niklaus cries out as he stands up, and he begins to run towards their Village. 

Twenty minutes later, Niklaus and Henrik safely arrived at their Village. The dark blond-haired male looked at his surroundings, feeling scared when he sees his sister, fifteen-year-old Rebekah feeding some chickens. 

" Rebekah!" Niklaus cries out. 

Rebekah stops what she is doing, and she turns to see Niklaus carrying a bloody Henrik in his arms. 

" Henrik!" Rebekah cries out. 

" Get Mother and Kol now!" Niklaus shouts at Rebekah as he falls onto his knees, and he gently laid Henrik on the ground in front of their home. 

Rebekah immediately runs inside their house, and a few seconds later, their whole family came out, feeling speechless when they saw Henrik's bloody body on the ground. 

" Henrik!" Twenty-two-year-old Elijah Mikaelson worriedly calls out as he immediately kneels beside Henrik. 

Twenty-seven-year-old Finn Mikaelson stood there as tears fell from his eyes when he sees Henrik's bloody body. 

Forty-six-year-old Mikael Mikaelson turns his gaze to Niklaus.

" What happened?" Mikael sternly asked Niklaus. 

Niklaus lifts his head as he turns his gaze to Mikael. 

" S-Some werewolves a-attacked Henrik and I, and t-those creatures killed him!" Niklaus shouts as he cries in front of Mikael and the others. 

Rebekah gasped in horror when she hears that some werewolves killed Henrik. The blonde-haired female turns to her mother, forty-four-year-old Esther Mikaelson, and her older brother, sixteen-year-old Kol Mikaelson. 

" Mother! Kol! You have to save Henrik," Rebekah worriedly tells Esther and Kol.   

Esther stood there, feeling surprised that a werewolf got to Henrik before her. Kol glares at his mother, knowing that she is displeased that Henrik got killed by someone else. 

" If you are not going to do anything. I might as well try to heal Henrik," Kol snaps at Esther as he runs up to Henrik's bloody body. 

Esther comes back to reality as she turns her gaze to Niklaus. 

" How long was Henrik dead?" Esther curiously asked Niklaus. 

Niklaus stays quiet as he lets Mikael make him feel guilty for allowing his younger brother to get killed by some werewolves. The dark blond-haired male turns his gaze to Esther. 

" A w-while," Niklaus stuttered. 

Esther faked a sadden gaze as she turns her eyes to Henrik's dead body. 

" Kol. We cannot save the boy," Esther tells Kol, who's hands are glowing a bluish color as the dark brown-haired male tries his best to heal Henrik's wound. 

" What do you mean, Kol/I cannot save Henrik?" Mikael and Kol shout at Esther in unison. 

"For the resurrection spell to work, it has to happen quickly after Henrik's death. Since it has been a while, Henrik is sadly in the afterlife," Esther faked a sad frown. 

Kol stared at Esther in disbelief. 

' If she were not my mother, I would have bloody killed her by now,' Kol bitterly tells herself. 

The reason Kol has a strained relationship with Esther is that the dark brown-haired male witnessed something terrible that the blonde-haired female did without her knowing. 

Mikael growls, feeling furious that he has lost yet another child of his. The dark blond-haired male closed his eyes, thinking of what to do when he remembers that his wife and his young son knows magic. The older male Mikaelson opens his eyes as he turns his gaze to Esther and Kol. 

" Esther. Kol. Is there a way for us to stay alive without getting killed by those werewolves?" Mikael curiously asked Esther and Kol as he thinks about his children's lives. 

Kol turns his gaze to Esther. 

" I remember hearing about a spell called the Immortality, but it is one of the Darkest spells in the world," Esther explains to Kol. 

" I do not care if it is the Darkest or not. I want our family to save alive. So, Esther do the spell now, and Kol help your mother," Mikael sternly tells Esther and Kol. 

While Esther and Kol start doing the Immortality spell, Niklaus is holding Henrik's bloody body close to him, feeling guilty that he got his younger brother killed by letting the young dark brown-haired male come with him to the forest. 

' Forgive me, brother,' Niklaus sadly tells himself. ' I am a terrible brother for letting you die,' The dark blond-haired male closed his eyes. ' If there is a God out there, please save my brother. Please do not take him away from me. I promise that I will become a better brother and that I will protect him with my life,' The older Mikaelson for once started to pray, unaware that someone heard his cries.

Many centuries have passed since that awful tragedy, it is now the year 2001, as a five-year-old dark brown hair and brown eye male named Henry Gilbert is looking out the window from inside a taxi with an awed expression. The young male brightly smiled when he sees that his family has brought him to the American Museum of Natural History in New York for his fifth birthday.