Akane Young was one of a kind. New Orleans, where magic weaved its threads through the very air, the girl with uniquely beautiful red and black hair found herself entwined in a destiny marked by chaos and sacrifice.
Hope Mikaelson, that name became...
Klaus and Mikael are sitting across from each other, Akane sitting by Klaus' side at a small table in a restaurant, where Klaus is openly gripping the indestructible white oak stake in his hand on top of the table. A waitress comes to take their order and looks at the stake curiously.
"You want some fries with that stake?"
Klaus laughs and Akane shakes her head in amusement, but Mikael remains stone-faced
"I bought one of my own at Marie Lave au's voodoo shop." says the waitress
"I'll have a bourbon, please, sweetheart."
"I'll have curly fries and potato wedges" orders Akane
The waitress turns to Mikael for his order, and he just sighs in annoyance.
"Nothing. Leave us." Mikeal growls at the girl
The waitress gives Klaus a confused look and reluctantly leaves them to talk.
"I despise this city."
"Cut to the chase, shall we? Your precious Freya told me she sent you off to procure certain items that will expedite the death of your sister-in-law. May I assume you completed your task?" questions Klaus
"There are three elements total. Combined, they represent Dahlia's sole weakness. [Klaus seems intrigued] If you'd like to try and take them, by all means, have at it."
"Your mind always drifts to violence, doesn't it? Even when you're so clearly outmatched. What is it you tried teaching? Ah, yes-- [Klaus mocks Mikael] "The true Viking warrior hones his fear like a blade!"
"Did you come here to critique my parenting skills? Or, to whine about how little you were loved? You were weak before, but you are weaker still." Mikael annoyed
"If you truly thought me weak, you would snatch this weapon from my hand. But, you don't, because you know better."
Mikael looks angry but doesn't move, confirming Klaus' suspicions.
"We all know who is the weak one here," Akane says with a glare
"I suggest we focus on our common enemy. Rather than bringing your materials to Freya, drawing her into a fight she may not survive... why not join me? If we win, both our daughters will be free.
"If we lose?" asks Mikael
"Which we won't!" proposed Akane
"Well, at least you'll die knowing the bastard finally got his due," Klaus answers with a smile
Mikael sighs but seems to be considering Klaus' offer.
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