[previously known as the fallen]
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In which a group of old acquaintances threaten the existence of the Mikaelsons and want to take them down which they do by slowly killing the ones loved by the originals.
[the originals season three ]
[ klaus mikae...
I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL OR IN NEW ORLEANS ______________
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JAZZ MUSIC WAS BEING PLAYED OUTSIDE IN THE QUARTER WHICH DISTURBED MY TWINS, WAKING THEM FROM THEIR NAP. I walked out on the balcony to give the musicians a piece off my mind, "Hey! It's not Jazz Fest! Some of us have toddlers who need to sleep!"
I returned inside but the musicians kept playing. I put a hand to my head as the twins started to cry. I didn't get it. If one cried, the other cried. They both had to cry because not making their mom miserable was a problem.
"You all right?" I turned around to see Jackson in the doorway.
I sighed, "Oh, they were napping until that stupid music woke them up. Ho— How am I supposed to live with all this noise?"
"You're just sensitive to it, okay? We spent six months as wolves in the Bayou. We've been back a day" He entered the nursery, "I think it's okay to take a minute to adjust"
"Easy for you to say. You're not half-vampire. Everything for me is heightened. It's not just the noise. I'm claustrophobic. My skin is crawling. I'm irritable. I'm hungry" I sighed again, "I wanted to be with them so badly. And now that I am, I just feel off"
"Well, you gotta let it out. If talking won't cut it, I have an idea that will" Jackson told me, "Ask Freya to babysit"
I looked at him, "Why?"
Jack smiled, "I'm taking Mommy out for the day. Just you and me, like old times"
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JACKSON'S IDEA WAS TO BRING ME TO ST. ANNE'S CHURCH WHICH MARCEL HAD TURNED INTO A GYM FOR HIS VAMPIRES. I looked around, "I'm pretty sure that Marcel opened this place for vampires"
"Well, you said it yourself, you're part-vampire" Jack shrugged, "Figured it'd be a good place for you to blow off some steam. You might feel better if you hit something, even if it's me"
"I can't cut loose with you, Jack," I told him, "You'll get hurt. I have an advantage, being, you know, I'm dead"
Jackson grabbed two staffs and handed me one, "Here. You got muscle and a bad temper, but I'm pretty good with one of these things. Might make us even, at least enough to get a workout in"
"I'm really not in the mood for some half-assed sparring match, so. . ."
Jackson hit the staff out of my hand. I didn't move, all I wanted was to go home and sleep, "Oh come on, you're not gonna stand there and let me win, are you?"
I tilted my head before picking the staff up. I swung at Jack but he easily blocked it. He continued to block all of my hits until I swung the staff towards his torso, he stumbled back.
