A/N: Sorry guys this is going to be a bit of a long author note.
Before anything else, I'd like to celebrate us reaching 500k views on WebNovel! Massive achievment guys, I love you all for it!
And now the rest of it.
Due to one *ehem* rude fellow (deleted his coments because he was downright offensive just for the sake of it) I took an interest in how the books actually are.
I was studyin/researching a bit of the lore from the TVD books, and honestly?
I can't quite understand why one would take things that happened there and compare it with stuff that is based on the show. Because the only things that are similar in them is the name from a few characters, and that's it...
The two are so different you may as well consider them to not be related at all apart from the name.
I'll point out a few differences for you guys to understand where I am coming from.
First and foremost we have Klaus, and that is it, his name is Klaus, end of story. He is not Niklaus Mikaelson, as the Mikaelson's don't exist in the book. The Original family is solely a show thing. There are no 'Original Vampires', in the book these are called 'Old Ones'. Klaus isn't a scandinavian who came to America somewhere in the XI century... no, in the books he was around since roughly 6000 B.C. Brother fought in the Peloponnesian War, he caused the fall of the Roman Empire, you get the idea.
Then we have Katerina von Swartzchild, a noble girl from german nobility, and not Katerina Petrova. This Katherine got sick or was sick, not quite sure, and she was dying, so her maid Gudren goes to the local vampire (Klaus) to have her turned. She is then sent to the boarding house of Count Giuseppe di Salvatore in Florence. Then she falls in love with both Stefano Salvatore and Damiano Salvatore. The two force her to make a choice between them, and she agrees to do so. She then sleeps with Stefano (seemingly choosing him) and gives him her blood, then she proceeds to do the same to Damiano. The two were rather understandibly quite upset about it. She plays the victim, and acts as if she believed that if the two became vampires she could live happily-ever-after with them, which doesn't happen of course. She then proceeds to stage a suicide, which causes the rift between brothers to grow even larger. And that culminates in both having a duel to the death, where they end up stabbing each other through the heart, only to wake up in the family crypt a while later, forever bound to one another.
Another few minor differences as well... Mystic Falls is instead Fells Church; Caroline Forbes is actually a werewolf; Tyler Lockwood is instead Tyler Smallwood (Does he have the micro peepee? What the hell is this name?); Vampires are obscenely powerful in the books, as all (who feed on human blood at least) are capable of changing the weather, controling the elements, shapeshifting into animals, they have the standard weaknesses from the show PLUS not being able to cross runing water. There is more but I'll stop here.
You should all get the idea now...
So, I'll mess around with the powers the Old Ones have and improve my own Originals.
Anyhow this is it for my ranting.
Hope you guys have a good read!
[Blood Diary Entry – Rebekah Mikaelson]
I quickly moved Isolde behind me, just to be safe. After all, you never know with these types. Across millennia, most, if not all, of the hunters I've met were quite unpleasant.
But that may be because I am a vampire…
Anyhow, I just want to be safe.
Because I know that if this man harms the woman behind me in any way—Darian may just destroy this whole city or die trying, at least.
Sigh.
I hate hunters.
It was then that the witch with whom the hunter was arguing noticed us, and by following her eyes, so did the hunter.
His eyes narrowed as he studied me up and down, and that irritated me no small amount. His gaze wasn't lecherous—as I've grown accustomed to over the centuries—no, it was far from it. This insolent little man is assessing whether I am a threat and if he could take me on.
"The answer to that is no," I said.
"Yeah, it seems that way, doesn't it?" He replied in a deep voice.
His face had a few scars on it, his beard was mal kept, his hair a messy tangle of locks. Yet somehow this man turned it all into a sort of rugged charm, but I couldn't be more disgusted by him. And it also seemed the feeling was mutual.
"So, what brings one of your ilk here? And you've also brought your little thrall… How so very cute of you! Are you walking your pet by any chance?" He smiled a cruel smile.
I felt Isolde tremble behind me.
Isolde moved to refute his statement, but I raised a hand and moved her behind me again. "Watch your words, little hunter, lest you lose your foul mouth."
"How scary…" He turned his voice into a mocking drawl.
My eyes narrowed, and I balled my hands into fists.
But at that moment, the witch threw a bucket of water over the man's head.
His hair turned into a wet mess that clung to his face, covering one of his eyes. He blinked several times out of sheer disbelief, licking his lips as he removed the excess water.
"Behave, Rickard! You're in my shop, I won't stand for you picking fights with my customers!" The witch chided him, as if she were lecturing a kid.
"But she-" He tried to muster some defense, but was rudely interrupted.
"But nothing, Rickard!"
"Fiiiine… But when she rips your trachea out for a sip, don't call for my help."
"She won't do that. Will you, Miss Mikaleson?" She turned her attention back to me, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.
When she said my name, I could see the man freeze up, like a deer caught by a car's headlights.
"Not yours, most certainly, but I can't say the same for someone else's…"
She chuckled, and the hunter swallowed dryly.
"So, what can I do for you, Miss Mikaelson?" She asked politely.
"Are you done with your previous business?" I replied to her question with another one.
"No need to worry about that, this fool is trying to get into something that is way above his own paycheck." She quipped.
"I don't get paid," he said.
"Of course you don't. Hence why you are such a terrible customer."
"Is my friendship not a fair repayment?" He asked with an innocent voice.
"Not when people of your family are notorious for dying early in their age."
"That's harsh…"
She shrugged her shoulders. "You can at least be thankful that due to his curse, you've all managed to leave at least one descendant before dying."
"Don't speak of him!"
She smiled cruelly. "Hit a sore spot, now did we? Tell me then, Belmont, how does it feel?"
I narrowed my eyes at the mention of the familiar name.
"Not awfully great." He answered.
"Yeah, I don't think it would feel nice either, so why don't you stay quiet?" She reprimanded, and he nodded his head and stepped aside.
Isolde and I stepped forward, catching the witch's attention again.
"So?" She asked.
"I am giving her," I pointed at Isolde, "and her son safe passage to Norway, but somehow they are attracting a lot of nasty creatures."
"Oh? What types of nasty?" She asked curiously.
"Wendigos, a couple of skin walkers, some cannibal wolves… The list goes on."
"I see… So, cannibals then?"
"No vampires? After all, you leeches aren't known for being vegetarians either." Rickard interrupted our conversation.
"Shut up, will you? But I'd also like to know… Have any vampires also attacked you?" The witch spoke again.
"No…" I paused and then remembered the night I met Darian and Isolde—well, maybe 'met' is a strong word. "Well, there was this one time… And there was also one spirit that attacked us, but I don't know if it is related." That seemed to get the attention of the two.
"A spirit, you say? And where was this? It'd be best if we sent someone to deal with it before it causes any more harm." She asked.
"There's no need to, I dealt with it," I lied through my teeth, unwilling to speak anything about Darian, other than what I already did.
"You purified a spirit?" The hunter asked incredulously.
"Why? Is it such a surprise I know how to do it? I have been around for quite a while after all."
"Spirits aren't quite that common, Miss Original." He replied, but I turned my attention back to the witch.
"So can you do anything about this?" I asked.
She looked at Isolde and raised her hand, her palm facing the ceiling.
Isolde looked at me, and I nodded.
Isolde stepped forward and placed her hand atop the witch's.
The eyes of the witch shot open in surprise, and she nodded to herself before retracting her hand.
"You have something very powerful in your blood. And that is attracting the supernatural to you like a lighthouse." The witch said to Isolde. The hunter perked up and looked at her and me, curious.
"Can you do anything about it?" I inquired.
"Not without extensive and intrusive research. But I am guessing that is not what you want?"
"It is not."
She nodded and turned back, disappearing behind a door.
Rickard looked at me, his eyes holding some newfound respect, even if it was almost drowned in a sea of scorn. "You said you're giving her and her son safe passage, did you?"
"Yes, I did."
"Do you want me to take over that task? I would only ask for fair compensation for my services." He asked as he rested his back on the wall and crossed his arms.
"No, I'll handle this myself."
He nodded. "And what about you, ma'am?" He turned to Isolde.
"I'd also prefer if Rebekah were the one accompanying us," Isolde replied.
His brow raised in amusement. "First time someone feels better in the company of a bloodsucker. And I don't think you've been compelled… You're an odd one." He looked back at me. "If you're serious about this, I'd pick them both up and leave Chicago as fast as possible."
"And why is that?" I asked.
"Something very old and very powerful is in town. Older than you even." He teased me, and my eyebrows twitched in annoyance. "Louise wasn't kidding when she said I was getting in over my head with this."
"But you'll still go after it?" Isolde asked.
"No… I am getting out of this city as well. I am not equipped to deal with this; I have other targets in sight."
"Your ancestor?" I asked.
He nodded but said no more.
"Who is his ancestor?" Isolde questioned.
"Someone very powerful and monstrous, and let's leave it at that," Rickard spoke up and went silent the next second.
Finally, the witch—now Louise—returned. Holding in her hands a box filled with vials. She extended them to me, and I grabbed the box.
"What's this?"
"A masking agent. It should neutralize their scent and keep things from catching on to it. Unless you meet them face to face, but I am confident that you'll be able to do with the occasional straggler."
"Thank you."
"I'm just doing my job."
"How much for it?"
She shook her head. "Elijah once did me a favor; consider this me repaying it."
I nodded. "What is the thing that is in the city?"
Louise looked at Rickard angrily. He raised his hands in surrender, and she sighed and looked back at me. "You don't need to worry about it. Unless you go out of your way to provoke it, it should be fine. It is more of a force of nature; it will do what it came to do in Chicago, and then it will leave."
"And you're not telling me what 'it' is?"
"No," she replied, "it's better this way, believe me."
I nodded, and me and Isolde left the witch's shop.