Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 37: a closer walk with thee

THE citizens of the French Quarter all prepared themselves for Father Kieran's funeral service. A long line of community members and family, including Cami, Francesca, Genevieve, and Marcel, made their way to Father Kieran's open casket to pay their respects. Klaus arrived late and by the time he reached the casket, everyone else at the service was already seated in the pews. He greeted Cami and gave her a kiss on the cheek before going to give his respects to Father Kieran. However, when he opened the casket, Father Kieran was gone, and in his place was a baby. The baby cooed at him and he smiled widely.

"Hi." Klaus reached down to pick the baby up but before he could, a squishing noise was heard and blood poured from Klaus' mouth. He looked down to see that he had been staked from behind with the indestructible white oak stake. When Klaus turned around, Mikael was standing there with a satisfactied grin. He grabbed Klaus in a choke-hold and sneered at him. "Greetings, boy."

Klaus woke with a gasp and looked around to see that he was in his bedroom at the Abbatoir. After breathing heavily for a few moments, he lied back down in bed. Ingrid rolled onto her back, still half asleep, and motioned for him to come toward her. "It is okay, darling. Just a bad dream."

He rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on her chest and throwing an arm around her baby bump. She wrapped her arms around his head, cradling him, and played with his blond curls. She hummed a song softly and kissed the top of his head.

The soothing nature of her touch calmed him down and he fell asleep on her chest. She smiled when she noticed he was asleep and began to fall asleep herself. "Mikael cannot hurt you anymore."

At Rousseau's, Ingrid, Klaus, and Elijah sat around and drank, Ingrid only having nonalcoholic options.

"Seems rather uncivilized to laugh and dance around the body of a loved one." Klaus commented in disapproval, taking a sip of his drink.

"I thought the same thing." Ingrid agreed as she watched the patrons having a good time.

Elijah poured himself another drink and nodded his head. "Yes, far better to practice your process of grief, Niklaus-- denial, rage, and hoarding coffins in basements." He remarked on a patronizing tone and Ingrid chuckled beside him.

Suddenly, Hayley walked over to them and sat down across the two brothers. Elijah glanced over at her with a smile and proceeded to joke. "I will warn you, Hayley, Niklaus is in a spectacularly foul mood today."

"Sod off." Klaus sneered at him with a harsh glare.

"What's the deal with these moonlight rings?" Hayley questioned him impatiently. "Oliver's trying to set a revolution every five seconds. People are scared, angry, and frankly, I'm tired of stalling."

"It's a day of peace, Hayley. Try and enjoy it." He suggested with a bitter smile. "And, in the meantime, with all manner of unknown enemies conspiring against our family, you'll cooperate with us."

"Awesome!" She commented in sarcasm then rolled her eyes. "I'm very capable of looking after myself."

"Oh, we are well aware." Ingrid replied with a flat lipped smile and raised eyebrows.

"The rings are in progress. I will live up to my word. We will find and punish whoever launched the attack on the Bayou!" He snapped in frustration while Hayley sighed and rolled her eyes. "But, right now--" He grabbed his bottle of scotch and waved it at her. "-- I'm gonna finish this bottle --" He said while opening the bottle. "-- and the next, in the hopes of drowning the demon who has chosen today to haunt me." He looked up at the ceiling before chugging right from the bottle. "Cheers, Mikael. Impeccable, Freudian timing."