ᴋʟᴀᴜs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs's ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟ. And he have very intention to find out more. As he observed his relatives. Elizabeth kept to her son very close to her, and always had her eye drifting to the ravenette. Ever since he'd been brought back to life. Which was understandable. Orpheus - who was cladded in his grandfather's clothes, which were too big for him - was mesmerised the things around him. Klaus found his grandson curious. He was like his mother, but he had quite a reserved nature. The hybrid assumed he inheirted it from his mysterious father.

Elizabeth was sat beside the ravenette - who was sandwiched between his two family members, watching with a smile as he fiddled with the stereo. Flipping from song to song. She was surprised at comfortable he was, being back. Considering the changes that had occured since his death. He didn't seem too shocked about their relation to Klaus, but she couldn't care less. As long as he was aware and happy, she was too. She suspected he was a little weary of his grandfather or was staying close to her, in a way to reassure her.

Since his resurrection, Orpheus found himself to be quickly smothered with attention. After a nice warm bath, his grandfather had given him some clothes. And his mother had been very attentive to him. Despite enjoying being able to interact with his surrounds, instead of just being invisable. He noticed Stefan's confused stares and slightly anxious behaviour. He suspected something was wrong, but didn't mention anything.

Chosing to simply enjoy himself and his mother's company. However, he did wonder ; what was about his father? He knew the pain he caused his parents, and desired to make it up to them. He was fully aware of the following events proceeding his death. He saw his grandfather's outburst against his grandmother after he learnt of his mother's and his own existence. How angry he was. Orpheus was fully aware that Katerina was a hypocrite. And his mother, his father, himself and his grandfather were the ones whom were wronged.

Orpheus blamed his grandmother the most for his mother's suffering, and he didn't know which revenage was better. The fact that he was alive, or the fact that now Klaus would stop at nothing to get back at Katerina. Stefan was beyond confused. First Klaus had a daughter, now he also had a grandson. Vampires weren't able to procreate yet, both Elizabeth and Orpheus - if he heared it right - existed. More importantly, he was afarid. Elizabeth was way more power than Klaus. What if that meant Orpheus was even more powerful than her? And if so...what the hell was he?

After arriving in Chicago, they arrived at a bar. Orpheus snaked his hand into his mother's, causing her to look at him for a second before smiling. As he concealed the fact, by walking slightly closer to her. Similar to the way his father had done once a upon a time.

"You got to be kidding me."

Their gazes flew to a dark skinned woman, holding a tray under her arm. Looking shocked at the sight of Stefan, but slightly fearful when she spotted the three originals. Klaus smirked "So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the -"

"Granddad." Orpheus stated flatly, with a deadpanned frown "Don't go there."

Elizabeth smirked proudly, whilst Klaus rolled his eyes playfully. The hybrid felt his chest warm when the pale ravenette called him 'granddad.' Even if it was scolding, it still made him smile.

"You're Gloria." Stefan pointed out, regconising her " Shouldn't you be-"

"Old and dead? Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?" Gloria remarked as the brunette mother and raven haired son shared a suspicious look - there had to be more to it than that.

Elizabeth raised a brow, speaking up in a seemingly curious tone "And how exactly did you go about that?"

Gloria shifted her eyes to the close duo, narrowing them. She could feel the power radiating of the pair - as could Stefan despite spending a longer amount of time in their company. The brunette was very beautiful, as was the pale boy beside her. Both of them seemed very regal like. They shared the same facial shape, but the frame of his face was slightly more square "I can slow the aging down with some herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day. You're new faces."

Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk as her son raised his brows, quite blatantly stating "Oh, we're old ones actually."

Klaus instructed Stefan to fix them all something behind the bar. Orpheus pulled his mother aside, hand never slipping from hers. Elizabeth smiled to herself, she thought it was cute how Klaus' clothes hung on him like an oversized coat. It reminded her of when he'd dress up in his father's clothes, and pretend to be him. Until Morpheus would unexpectly appeare. Orpheus would jump six feet before scurrying behind his mother.

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"Your what?!" Rebekah Mikaelson exclaimed, bewildered. It was soon found out that Gloria the talisman belonging to the original witch - which Rebekah had been possession of for the last thousand years. Klaus scrowled at his sister, patiently "My daughter."

The blonde vampiress blinked rapidly "How is it possible?"

"I don't bloody know!" Klaus threw his hands up with fustration "All I know is; she's been under our noses for the last five hundred years, Katerina's her mother," Rebekah's jaw dropped "and because of that selfish, hypocritical bitch, I've missed out on everything!" He ranted, shocking his sister with every word whilst the younger originals and Salvatore waited outside.

Orpheus stood with his mother, as they both listened to the siblings - having being told to wait until Klaus thought it was safe to come to meet their aunt / grandaunt. Stefan stood meters away, head bowed. He found himself piting Klaus and Elizabeth - it was one thing being seperated willingly or simplely know who your parent was. But to go for so long, with little to no idea was horrible. He was certain of one fact, no matter how the vampire doppelganger had wronged Klaus, by hiding his own daughter's existance from him. Katherine had dug herself a hole so big, that nobody could get her out of.

"I missed her birth, her first word and steps. Her growth as a individual. I missed the opportunity of meeting and threatening her lover, if he ever hurted her in any way!"

'Husband, actually.' Eliza looked at her feet, sadness crashed inside her like a wave against the coast. Orpheus pouted, unhappy that his mother was upset. He grabbed her hand, and laid his head on her shoulder. He knew that she was thinking of his father - whom she was scared of confronting with the information of his resurrection.

"I missed my daughter being pregnant and radiant as ever!" Rebekah stared at her enfuriated brother, shellshocked. Wincing as his voice got louder by the second "And let's not forget the birth, growth and formation of my grandson! I missed everything. Every opportunity to spoil the pair of them, kill and threaten anyone who dared even look at them the wrong way!"

"Nik." Rebekah whispered, tears in her eyes, feeling sympathy for her brother, who was panting heavily. Steam still practically pouring out of his ears, like a screaming kettle.

"Do you have the necklace, or what?" Klaus growled.

A scowl formed on her face "I already told you ; it's not here! Now, I wish to meet my niece and grandnephew, Nik!" She demanded like a child.

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Orpheus bit his lip, in thought as he flicked though the racks of clothes. Due to his granddad's attempts to sweeten his grandaunt, they'd all moved on to some clothing store. His mother and grandfather compelled everyone to leave, and for whatever they chose to take to be free. His aunt had been trying on dress after dress, - he didn't know what he wanted. He sighed defeatedly, turning his head, glancing at his mother - who was held her glass of whisky halfway up to her mouth, eyes clouded over in thought.

"Prince Orpheus!" Mervyn Pumpkinhead the caretaker called after the four year old ravenatte, making him giggle.

The messy, shaggy haired boy ran as fast as his small legs could go. Ducking and diving, under and over every obstacle that crossed his path. He sprinted though several doors, round corners until he saw two figures stood in the corridor "Mama!" He cried joyfully.

Elizabeth turned with a smile, catching him from under his armpit. Luicenne chuckled, taking a step back as the tribrid lifted the young endless off his feet, and spun him around in the air. Orpheus beamed, laughing "Faster, faster, mama!"

She chuckled as he whined, as she slowed to a halt, before smirking mischievously. She lifted him up further suddenly, making him squeal. She laughed, moving one of her hands to his leg, guiding it to rap around her waist.

"Sorry, majesty," Merv bowed his head "he slipped away."

"It's quite alright, Mervyn." She laughed, Orpheus perched himself on her hip, clinging to her. Mervyn bowed again, silently chuckling at the young boy as he went back to work. Elizabeth raised her brows at her son "Have you missed me, little dream?"

"Yes!" Orpheus giggled, before tucking his face into the hair around her neck, making her laugh. He turned his head, catching sight of his father and aunt approaching them. He beamed, pawing on his mother's shirt "Again mama, again!"

Death beamed, observing the trio as Dream chuckled, sublely snicking up on the pair - but little did he know, the original was leading him on, she felt his gaze the moment he and his sister arrived "Ooh, I say," Eliza smirked at her beaming boy "let the games begin."

Orpheus shriked joyfully as she spun him around, both of their long hair flying wildly. She halted, smiling as he giggled, she caught Morpheus' eye, and sent a challenging smirk with raised brows.

"You pair can put all troublemakers to shame," the pale man scolded playfully, as Elizabeth and Orpheus looked at him "even Lucifer Morningstar." He stroked his son's head, pushing his hair from his face. Orpheus glanced between his parents, watching as his father admired his mother.

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Rebekah turned her eye to her niece, who seemed lost in her mind. The blonde tilted her head, she noted that Elizabeth truly did resemble her father - especially in her face, and the glint in her orbs "What about you?"

Elizabeth's eyes snapped towards her, brows slightly raising "Me?"

"What have you been up to, during these last centuries?" Rebekah quried curiously.

"Aside from dealing with Katerina, as you can see I had a son," the brunette gestured to Orpheus, who was collecting loads of black clothing "with my husband-" Klaus spat out his champagne, coughing violently "we're happy, very happy. Until, my darling mother lured and manipulated Orpheus to his death." Rebekah glanced between the coughing hybrid and calmly seething tribrid, the similarities were uncanny "Of course, I and he grew apart in our grief and I left him. Ever since I have gone about my life, as normal, whlist seeking revenage on mama. Although, I did have a rather fun time in the forties."

"Husband?" Klaus wheezed, still kind of coughing. Rebekah blinked at her brother.

"Mum," All attention shifted to Orpheus, who had materialed out from the dressing room, claded in gloomy black hi-top converses, a pair of woman's skinny jeans with a baggy shirt "what do you think?" He gave a spin, before looking hopeful of her approve.

Elizabeth smirked, getting to her feet, she nodded. Rebekah frowned, was he going to add a little colour? Even if it was grey. Elizabeth nodded, as she approached him "Looks good. If this is what you want, go for it. But...I think you need one more thing."

Orpheus looked at his mother curiously as she summoned an old, army kind of shirt. It was a botton up. She offered it to him. He took it, casting a wonderous eye on the badge on the side, he frowned "Was this yours?"

"Yep."

"You were part of the army?" Rebekah queationed.

"Yes." Elizabeth nodded as Orpheus slipped the shirt on, it was comfortable and slightly a bit too big "I was part of a particular regiment."

"Which one?" The blonde original questioned, as the ravenette frowned, he'd seen badge somewhere, he recongised it but couldn't remember. Then it clicked. He blinked, looking at his mother in wonder.

"The SAS." The tribrid smirked.

"The what?"

"Special Air Service." Klaus smirked, proudly, he wondered just how did his daughter get into the SAS when it first began.