Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 56: night has a thousand eyes

KLAUS and Ingrid were sitting at a local cafe having breakfast with Hope. The infant was in her stroller and Ingrid was pushing it back and forth with her foot as she sipped on her coffee. The couple enjoyed the calm, breezy morning between them and Klaus reached across the table to grab one of his wife's hands in his. He brought her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss across her knuckles.

Ingrid set her cup down and beamed at him in nothing more than genuine affection. It was blissful until a violinist walked toward them and began playing a slow yet familiar tune. The hybrids looked at him in confusion until it struck them. It was the exact same tune that Dahlia used to sing to Freya. Ingird froze in her spot, looking visibly unnerved as she stared over at the violinist. Shivering in terror, she set up in her seat. "That melody..."

"Yes." Klaus answered her unspoken worry and stood to his feet, placing himself between his family and the violinist.

The musician was staring back at them in an eerie manner and Klaus began scanning their surroundings and noticed a waiter at the cafe writing a message onto the chalkboard outside of a restaurant that reads, "A promise made is a debt to be paid."

Ingrid became even more alarmed at this point and stood to her feet quickly causing the silverware to clank against the table. Klaus pulled her toward him and frantically grabbed Hope's stroller before attempting to flee.

However, they were stopped by a man holding a large, long-stemmed red and black flower in his hand. He smiled at Ingrid and kindly offered it to her. "Flowers, miss." He held it out to Hope, admiring the infant. "A gift for the child." When the Mikaelsons refused, he continued pushing the subject. "You sure?" He held up the flower again and smiled, this time creepily. "Black dahlias are in bloom. They're quite lovely." He then grabbed her tightly by the arm as both of his eyes turned pure white.

Klaus shoved him against a light post in a choke-hold as he growled furiously. "Show yourself, witch."

A waiter walked toward them and stood stiff as a statue while speaking in a creepy voice. "I am here. I am everywhere. And I intend to take what is mine."

Klaus scowled at him and backed off the salesman, shocked and terrified. "It's her."

Ingrid, Rebekah, Klaus, Freya, and Elijah were convening in the dining room of the compound to discuss what had occurred at breakfast that morning.

Klaus paced the floors, displeased and frustrated. "You two can't be allowed to leave the house anymore. It's not safe. If something---" He ordered sternly, glancing at Ingrid with a desperate look on his face.

She held a hand up to stop him and flattened her lips into a tight line. "Niklaus, I think everyone on the planet knows I do as I please. But moving on, we need to figure out how we plan to go about this."

Klaus, aggravated with her rejecting his concern and his demands, raised his voice into a loud shout. "What I would like to do is take a--"

Ingrid stood to her feet, her chair screeching behind her, and walked toward him. "Do not take that tone with me, Niklaus. I will tear--"

Elijah walked toward them and stood in the middle, politely breaking up their argument. "Children, please. Niklaus, your ire is justified. However, Ingrid is quite right." He admitted then lowered his voice into an amused whisper. "As she is always."