the originals · mikaelson sibling · vampire · new orleans · ruthless · loyal · supernatural · gothic romance · powerful · family drama
The melody had drained from New Orleans. Where brass bands once blared from wrought-iron balconies, there was only the percussion of rain, sluicing dark stains from the Mikaelson courtyard into the cracks of old stone. The French Quarter, normally a crucible of magic and tumult, now held itself in a terrified, breathless hush. The witches were quiet; the wolves had retreated to the swamps. Inside our compound, fear was a living thing. In a chamber lit by a few dying candles, Niklaus Mikaelson was collapsed in a chair, his hands marbled with blood, a dagger wound slowly sealing itself over his heart. For perhaps the first time, the Hybrid King looked less like a predator and more like a broken man. ‘You need to rest,’ Elijah’s voice came, soft yet firm, from the doorway’s shadow. K…