01. The Ritual
"A history teacher?" the girl asked from her position crouched on the couch, "Of all the people in Mystic Falls, you chose a history teacher to be your host, brother?"
"It's good to see you too, little sister" the man said as he walked toward the couch and leaned against it, "Besides I had this sudden urge to teach those young ones a proper history"
The girl scoffed. "If I didn't know you well, I would have said you were very genuine. But tell me why him?"
The man smirked, "Did I forget to mention that the history teacher happens to be…" he frowned as if searching for the right word, "Ah yes! Dating the doppelganger's aunt"
The girl smirked but after a moment she made a face.
"What is it, Arabelle?" the man asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"It's weird to hear your words in someone else's voice, Niklaus" she said. "So, the full moon's in two days. When are you going to switch bodies?"
"The evening of the ritual" Niklaus said.
"Any word about good ole Elijah?"
"No. But if I know him well, he's already stationed in Mystic Falls to get me at my vulnerable state" Niklaus said.
Arabelle gasped. "During the transformation"
Alaric Saltzman, or should I say Niklaus Mikaelson?, was sitting on the couch with a book in his hand. History Book, no less. Niklaus found it really funny with the records they keep on the events that has happened a long ago. He actually regretted to choose the history teacher's body when he first came across the text books about the French Revolution. To a man who witnessed that horrible events that occurred in those times, the history book seemed to be book of lies. Closing the book he placed it on the table across from him, careful not to wake his now peacefully sleeping sister with her head on his lap.
In the last thousand years since his family became the creatures of night, the only person to be constantly beside him was Arabelle. Never once had he daggered her. Because there was no reason to do that. For all these years his other siblings and Mikael saw him only as Klaus, the deadliest big bad Original soon-to-be-hybrid. But she was the only one to see him for who he really was, Niklaus, the big brother. She was always there in every moment of his life.
She was special and he would never let anyone harm her. He wanted to keep her in England, in their estate, tucked safe. He knows the dangers that are lurking for him on the full moon night. Elijah would be there for sure. But he has to make sure that Arabelle safe from Elijah.
But Arabelle being Arabelle, decided that she wants to witness the ritual with her own eyes, not with the words from her brother. He couldn't say no to her with those blue puppy eyes she used. And now, here she was on the couch in Alaric Saltzman's apartment.
Evening of the ritual
Arabelle watched silently as the witch named Greta chanted the ancient spell. Candles dancing brightly around her. Katerina was obviously very nervous. Arabelle could practically feel the woman's fear from across the room.
Greta, the witch, stopped the chanting as another man, who she believed to be a warlock walked toward the six feet height box. Apparently Alaric Saltzman fainted which meant that she was going to see her brother. The warlock opened the box. Out walked a tall, lean, green-blue eyed, dirty blonde haired man in suit.
Before Niklaus could say a word, Arabelle moved in a vampire speed toward her brother and hugged him tightly. She breathed heavily and said, "Niklaus".
Niklaus stepped back from the hug, and smiled at his sister. "Hello sister"
He kept his hand around her waist as she moved to stand beside him.
He looked up at Katerina and smirked, "Let's go break the curse, shall we?"
Soon enough they reached the clearing where the ritual was to be occurred. Arabelle thought back to what happened as they started to move toward the door of the apartment.
That blue eyes, dark haired, Damon "annoying" Salvatore appeared, blabbering smugly about how he killed the warlock and rescued the vampire and the werewolf that wa to be sacrificed. Little did he know that his efforts were in vain.
Niklaus was nothing if not with at least a thousand plans like Plan A, Plan A1, Plan A2,... till Plan Z100. He had another set of scarificial lambs readied even before the Salvatore's rescue mission.
Arabelle could not ignore the nagging feeling, like something bad was going to happen, reeling inside her. She was pretty much sure that Elijah was there, making himself ready to take down Niklaus in his vulnerable state.
But she would not let that happen. She did promise Niklaus Always and Forever. Others may have ignored that but she would never do that. She would be there for him and save him from Elijah, even if it cost her own life.
Niklaus deserves happiness after everything he endured for thousand years.
Arabelle couldn't help but feel the weird feeling inside her. Something was going to be wrong. But not the ritual that was for sure. She could feel Niklaus' anxiousness, Jules' pain and Elena and Jenna's fear from where she was standing. The ritual was about to be started when the 'saint' Stefan Salvatore seeking Niklaus a moment and offered himself in place of Jenna.
Oh how romantic. To die in a ritual alongside the woman you loved.
But Niklaus has other plans for that particular Salvatore. Of course, he refused the offer.
The ritual started.
As much as she hated seeing people used as sacrificial lambs, she was not regretting standing beside her brother while he was killing a vampire, a werewolf and a doppelganger. He has been waiting for a thousand years. And she would be damned if she allow anyone to jeopardize the ritual, let alone Elijah.
Moonstone. Status: Burst into fire.
Werewolf (who has been bickering). Staus: Heart plucked out.
Vampire (who thought she could stop the ritual by biting the witch). Status: Staked.
Doppelganger (who gave a piece of her mind by saying 'Go to hell' to Niklaus). Status: Draining of blood. Finally dead.
Finally. It's happening.
She could see the pull Niklaus was feeling on the full moon.
Suddenly the wind picked up around them. The weird feeling was increasing with every second. A caramel skinned girl was walking toward them with her hand stretched and chanting. A witch, Interesting. A Bennett witch, no less. She could feel it. Out of nowhere the elder Salvatore came and snapped Greta's neck and picked up the doppelganger's body. The fire started to blaze. This was not good. The pain Niklaus was enduring now was very big. She was feeling helpless. Just as she rised her hand, she caught her brother's eyes. He shook his head. No.
A man in perfect suit was walking toward Niklaus.
She started moving toward them. She could hear him say, "Hello, Brother", in a rather mocking way. Just as she almost reached them Elijah reached for Niklaus' heart.
Arabelle hissed and moved toward him, but was stopped short with his another hand in her throat. "Hello, Sister" he said in the same mocking tone.
"Let go of Niklaus, Elijah. Or I swear I would never forgive you and make every day of your life a living hell" Arabelle hissed at Elijah.
Elijah quirked his eyebrow as if she was telling a joke.
"Do it! Do it, Elijah!" Niklaus challenged, "And you will never see your family"
That seemed to do the trick.
"I would listen to him if I were you, brother" Arabelle added fuel to the fire.
Out in the corner they could hear the witch and Stefan Salvatore trying to make Elijah kill Niklaus. Oh they still have to learn about the Mikaelsons.
"Do it. Or I will take all three of you" the witch said.
Elijah turned toward them. "You will die"
"I don't care" the witch said.
Stupid girl. Ready to give up her life for someone who was from the long line of bitches.
Elijah gave both of his siblings a nod before turning toward the witch and the vampire and muttering "I'm sorry"
And then the Mikaelsons left the area.