The secret Mikaelson child

If looks could kill...

The air seems different today. There's  still music playing but instead of being upbeat they're all in the minor key. It feels weird walking behind the casket of a man I never knew.  I know he was family, but is it wrong to feel like an imposter right now?

Mum's holding grandmas hand. She's trying so hard to be strong, but I can see that in any moment she's about to breakdown in tears, I mean can you really blame her? She lost her soulmate, anyone would feel the same.

My mind keeps going back to the conversation my mum had with Marcel the other day. I want to bring it up so badly, yet I know I can't, wrong time wrong place.

A symphony of woodwind instruments in front of my grandfathers casket play the instrumental of stormy blues and they keep rotating all the blues they play, all the way to the cemetery.

The second we stepped into the cemetery I felt a surge of energy, is that normal? I felt renewed, I felt powerful. I was in a trance, enchanted. Weird I know. Mums hand squeezing mine tighter pulled me out of it. I look up and notice that everyone has almost disappeared.

"Come on y/n," she tells me as she pulls me gently back towards the crowd

"Yeah, sorry mum... hey mum, did you feel that?"

"Feel what y/n?"

"Never mind..." I must've imagined it, right?

We sit in the front of the church, the pastors talking, telling everyone what a great man my grandfather was, how he helped the community and that he'll be greatly missed but his memory and legacy will be carried on in us and those words are repeated but in a different format from different people.

Halfway through the service I feel someone's eyes burning a hole into the back of my head, I turn around looking for the culprit but find no one, everyone is too focused on the service. My mum gets up and walks towards the podium. I didn't know she was going to give a speech. I mean I should've expected it, she was his daughter after all. God I hope they don't ask me to speak, I know that sounds however I never knew the man, never had the chance to meet him it would be extremely awkward to give a speech about his life without any knowledge of how he lived...

"My father was a brilliant man," I hadn't even realised my mother started her speech, still when she started I absorbed every word she said, I never had the chance to know him when he was alive but I still want to hear about him and how he lived his life and what better way than from her point of view.

"Samuel Desrosiers was more than just a father to me, he was my first friend, my first hand to help me back up when I fell, my first shoulder to cry on when I was sad,"  even though tears were rolling down her cheeks, she spoke with such confidence but still so softly, it was mesmerising.

"He thought of everyone in the community as family, he helped those who needed it and as much as his memory will live on in all of us, I believe his legacy lives on the most in my daughter, his granddaughter y/n"

This time I felt all eyes on me, I slightly sunk back into my seat, as if it was a barricade between me and all the stares.

"Nonetheless to keep my fathers memories and legacy alive, I have taken over my fathers herbal remedies and apothecary store." A round of applause erupted as my mother left the podium, I remember mum always telling me she used to work in an apothecary when she was younger, I didn't know it was her families however.

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We're all standing outside the churchyard and shaking hands and receiving hugs and condolences from people that I don't know when I feel those same eyes again, I could almost make out the face it belonged to, but as soon as I saw it, the face disappeared almost in a blink of an eye, I frantically moved my eyes across the area to see where it possibly went but no luck.

Finally a familiar face walks up to me, Benji wraps his arms around my grandmother and offers his condolences to my mother, they talk briefly about his family.

"Ms Desrosiers is it okay if me and y/n go for a walk around town?"

Mum looked as if she was about to say no when my grandmother answers for her, "Maya let the kids go, I'm sure y/n doesn't want to be around a bunch of people she doesn't know."

Mum still looked weary, until she hesitantly replied "fine, but be at Rousseau's by 4, or Im sending a search party, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied and mockingly threw up a salute, then skipped away after Benji who was three steps ahead of me.
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"Benji where are we going?" I questioned for the third time, my feet were sore from walking in heels on a extremely Peebley floor.

"Almost there," he shrugged off again.

We stopped short at a pier, walking towards the end we sat at the edge, neither of us said anything, it felt nice sitting there in silence, comfortably watching as steam boats went by. We stayed like that for a while when I realised I could ask Benji what I was going to ask my grandmother.

"Hey Benji, um, you seem like you know everyone that lived in New Orleans right?"

"Yeup, born and raised here, so I think I know everyone so far" he chuckled as he gently pushed my shoulder with his.

"So... do you know who my mother was married to?"

"Why?" His entire body changed from casual to a kinda strange serious tenseness.

"I'm trying to find my dad and I need your help." He watched me intently waiting for me to finish, "when I was in London I felt like I knew myself pretty well, but moving here to New Orleans I realise I don't know myself at all." He nodded as I went along which made me feel better, it showed he was listening and gave me a slither of hope that maybe he might help me.

"If I want to know more about myself I need to find my dad, please will you help me?"

Benji looked deep into my eyes, almost as if he was looking into my soul for his answer, before he sighed, "I don't think that's a good idea y/n"

"Oh please Benji, you're my only hope, my mother has kept this from me for sixteen years and I fear my grandmother will do the same" I pleaded with him, I was not going to let go until he promises he'll help me "I don't know anybody here, you're the only person that I know, that I trust will help me find the answers that I need, that I'm looking for," tears start to fill the waterline of my eyes as I begged him one more time "please Benji, will you help me?"

Benji took in a deep breath and sighed, rubbing his semi large hand across his face before looking at me.

"Fine, but we can't tell anyone,"

"I know, besides who am I going to talk to?" I smile as he chuckles at my pathetic excuse of saying I have no friends.

"So where do we start?"

"I have no idea..."

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