9 Chapter 8
(season 1, episode 11)
Niklaus Mikaelson was a man of his word, a determined and resolute individual. Once he set his mind to something, he would stop at nothing until it was accomplished. It was no different when he broke the curse that had been placed on him and robbed Marcel of control over New Orleans.
With his control over New Orleans firmly reestablished, Niklaus now faced a more personal challenge: dealing with his unruly son's habit of leaving and snapping the necks of those who crossed him. Niklaus had had enough of the boy's antics and decided to take action.
In a somewhat casual but determined manner, Niklaus instructed a couple of his trusted vampires to track down his wayward son.
Klaus addressed his trusted vampires, "Marcus, Isabella, I need you to find Henry. His disobedience has gone on for too long, and it's time he learned the true meaning of family loyalty. I want him back under my guidance, no matter where he's hiding or what it takes. Be discreet, be relentless, and ensure he returns to us swiftly."
Five hours later
"So, what have you discovered regarding the boy's whereabouts?" Niklaus inquired, his sharp gaze fixed on Marcus and Isabella.
With a nod, Marcus and Isabella confirmed, "Yes."
Niklaus leaned back, considering the information, and said with a hint of satisfaction, "I see. Do you have the exact address?"
They nodded again, "Yes, we do. It's 8946 Ann Avenue."
"Good," Niklaus said calmly before swiftly and ruthlessly ripping out their hearts, ensuring no loose ends.
With the address in hand, Niklaus Mikaelson wasted no time. He wasn't one to twiddle his thumbs regarding family matters.
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Henry hadn't expected his father's sudden appearance at his house. Niklaus, making a grand entrance as always, brought an unexpected tension to the room. Father and son exchanged glances,
Niklaus didn't beat around the bush. "It's time to end these escapades of yours and come back with me, " his voice carrying a note of impatience.
Henry, known for his unwavering resolve, leaned in with a wry smile. "Well, if I have you visiting my humble abode, which you seem unafraid to do," he quipped with a sly tone, "there must be something you want. Let's discuss this inside, shall we?"
Henry then Invited Niklaus in and led him to the living room.
Niklaus raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his son's proposition. "And what is it that you think I want?" .
Henry chuckled, his expression mischievous. "Oh, I don't know, Father," he teased. "Maybe a bit of genuine quality time? Or perhaps Davina isn't under your control after you killed her little boyfriend, and you need another witch."
With a nonchalant shrug and a casual grin, Henry decided to take a more strategic approach. "Well, Father dearest, you know I'd hate to disappoint you," his tone was sarcastic. "But let's talk terms. I'm all for helping out, but I've got a few conditions of my own, just to keep things fair."
Niklaus regarded his son with curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement. "Conditions, you say? Go on, Henry."
Henry leaned forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "First off," he stated, " No more threats or attacking me. We keep it civil, yeah? And, of course, there's got to be some quid pro quo. For every spell or favor I provide, I get something in return. That way, we both get what we want, and no one loses their head."
Niklaus couldn't help but appreciate his son's audacity and cunning. He leaned back against the couch, an almost paternal pride showing in his expression. "You've grown into quite the negotiator, my boy," he acknowledged with a chuckle. "Very well, let's see if our terms align. It appears we have a deal, but remember, you are still my son, and there are certain expectations."
With their deal struck, Henry quickly put his newfound leverage to good use. He had arranged for Liam to become his constant companion, ensuring that the loyal vampire always followed him.
With their newfound agreement in place, Henry had successfully managed to maintain a sense of control while keeping his father's potentially volatile nature in check.
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Elijah, with an air of erudition, spoke while flipping through the brittle pages. "The Italians call them strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them häxa, and here we call them witches. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them, and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There's never been one all-powerful witch until Davina."
Klaus, lounging in his chair, considered this revelation. "Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection. Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil, according to our volatile artist in residence."
Elijah nodded, his gaze shifting from the book to Klaus. "Yes. Perhaps Davina's mistaken what she calls evil for power. Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over two hundred years. I don't understand. Why all these sketches now?"
Klaus leaned back further, his demeanor casual, as he mused on the question. "Why does any witch do anything?"
Henry, who had been quietly eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't resist but jump in with a casual shrug. "Well, you see, it's all about power," he began, leaning forward nonchalantly. "Witches may talk about nature and all, but deep down, it's power that they're after. And what does Davina have? Power that's not just hers but also tied to three other witches, including her magic. I'd bet that's what Celeste's got her eyes on."
Elijah nodded, now wearing an expression of intrigue. "It's a plausible theory," he admitted, "but the question is, how does Celeste plan to get her hands on that power, especially with Davina safely under Niklaus's wing?"
Klaus, looking pensive, joined the discussion. "Perhaps it's time we delve into the mind of our resident witch and figure out if she's truly the linchpin in all of this."
After contributing his thoughts to the conversation, he leaned back and casually said, "You do that. I'm going to pay a visit to Davina."
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Henry walked down the hallway to see Davina puking up soil with Marcel.
The room had turned into a chaotic whirlwind, and Klaus, lured by the racket, barged in with an initial scowl that quickly shifted to a raised eyebrow. His grumbling annoyance shifted into intrigued concern as he observed Davina's relentless vomiting of soil and debris.
Henry acted swiftly, the sort of decisiveness. He reached for Davina's trembling hands with a clear purpose in mind: siphon her magic once again. In the whirlwind of confusion and fear, Marcel moved to intervene, but Klaus, ever the vigilant, moved faster, restraining Marcel to prevent any impulsive actions.
Henry's connection with Davina's magic was like a tempest within him, a surge of power more potent than he'd ever experienced. The initial thrill of siphoning soon gave way to searing pain, but he pressed on with stubborn determination. Clutching the pendant tightly, he channeled the raging magic, his nose bleeding and ears ringing as he weathered the storm.
The magic emanating from Davina was of such magnitude that it pushed Henry to his very limits. His efforts did not cease until Davina fell unconscious, her distressing vomiting ceased, and her breathing stabilized.
"What have you done to her?" Marcel Demanded
Henry, his breaths ragged and his body heavy with exhaustion, managed to speak, though his voice was barely a whisper. "I had to stop the... the magic eruption," he wheezed, his tone filled with pain and urgency. "She was... she was in danger. And I needed to buy you some time."
Klaus, ever observant, interjected with a grave expression. "What do you mean, 'time'? Time for what, Henry?"
Henry's vision blurred, his consciousness slipping as his strength waned. He could only manage one more response before succumbing to unconsciousness. "Time to figure out what's happening to Davina... and why Celeste is after her," he murmured before the darkness claimed him entirely.
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Stefan meets a girl who claims to be the niece of the Salvatore brothers' uncle, Zach, Sarah, but she turns out to be an imposter. What is the girl's real name?
