ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠɴᴇʀɴᴇʀs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ.

The three youngest Mikaelson siblings were sat having breakfast. Prudence and Ambrose had been called away to Greendale. The pregnant werewolf and the suited original remained in the shack where the brothers left them stranded. Since their spat with Elijah, the brothers had turned their attention to Marcel.

At the present moment, the hybrid sat opposite their only sister whilst the vampire sat at the head of the table. They knew their sister had begun to speak with Marcel again. As far as they knew, the two had only spoken once, but still they hoped their sister would pursue the Spellman warlock rather than fall back in with Marcel.

Klaus was speaking with their sister whilst Alvaro observed. Eyeing Rebekah's moment and behaviour. Looking for something that would suggest she was against them. He had a nack for sussing out liars, most probably thanks to all the shameless deceiving he'd been doing himself.

However, almost nothing pointed the finger of blame at Rebekah, according to his observations. But Alvaro knew more than anyone, how deceiving appearances and behaviour could be. Because he'd been doing it for a thousand years. Something in his sister's eyes told him to be on guard.

He was fully aware of her anger towards himself and Klaus. For biting, beating and abandoning Elijah. Her being sour towards one or both of them was normal. But that didn't put her in the clear.

"Poppycock." Klaus pointed at his sister "I would never bite you. Elijah made some very offensive accusations about my intentions to my child, and preposterous one about Alvaro's towards his own child and Morgana. He deserves a day or two of discomfort. Besides, you know my preferred method of punishment for your indiscretions is the dagger."

The female Mikaelson sarcastically smiled, getting to her feet before leaning over the table, closer to her half-brother "There is something fundamentally wrong with you."

Rebekah stormed out of the room. Klaus's stare of concern burning her trail as Alvaro leant forward. Resting his forearms on the surface before starting to stir his tea thoughtfully.

"Something's off." He spoke at least, not bothering to tear his eyes from the area opposite him, as he pondered the signs he saw and his gut telling "Our sister is up to no good."

Klaus narrowed his eyes "Why? Are you suggesting Rebekah is conspiring against us?"

"I wouldn't put it past her." He ran his fingers though his hair, before looking at his brother "But something's telling me something's off."

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ᴄᴀʀ ɢᴀʀᴀɢᴇ.

Josh was looming over a car engine, he turning only to jump when Klaus came into view "Oh, man." He gasped "I'll never get used to that. Why do I get the feeling you studied theatre?"

"All the world's a stage, young Joshua." Klaus smiled widely "And it just so happens I have the role of a lifetime for you."

The hybrid tasked Josh with stealing the daggers back from Rebekah. And off he went. Alas, the young vampire arrived back empty handed, but full of information.

"Alright. So, not doubting your mad vampire skills of destruction or anything, but Marcel is on red alert, surrounded by, like, an army. You're totally boned unless..."

"Unless what?" Klaus questioned curiously, eyes narrowed.

"I overheard him arguing with Diego. Apparently, he's clearing out the compound tonight for a date or something. That's where Marcel will be."

Klaus claspped Joshua's shoulder "When I run New Orleans, there will be a permanent daylight ring in it for you, Joshua, for services rendered unto your true king."

"Cool." Joshua smiled, beginning to rethink his decision at the promise of a daylight ring.

Klaus leaned forward, his happy attitude gone "But if you ever betray me, I will make sure you spend the rest of your eternal life in exquisite agony wishing for a merciful death."

He gave Joshua a pat on the shoulder before leaving the garage, heading for his next stop: St. Anne's. Unknowingly passing his brother, who heared every word.

"Adios, Klaus."

The sound of laughter made the young vampire jump in fright. Josh turned to find Alvaro leaning against the wall, arms crossed. The vampire gulped nervously. He hadn't seen the third eldest Mikaelson since the very beginning in his vampire life. When Klaus made him drain other vampires of vervain.

The Mikaelson tilted his head, an amused smirk on his lips "You really haven't learnt the ropes yet, have you?" He withdrew from the wall and walked forward as Josh eyed him wearily "The best chances of survival in this world is to stay on the winning team."

"I am." Josh said confidently, not processing full knowledge of the history or reputation belonging to the original before him.

Alvaro's eyes light up with amusement, biting his lip before throwing his head back, letting his laughter out of his system. Josh looked at him as if he was insane. He inhaled, a sick kind of glee laced in his features.

"Ooh," he drew out, briefly pointing a finger at the raven haired boy "your on the losing team." He spun on his heel sauntering towards the exit only to face the young vampire "Joshua, you seem to have forgotten, my family are the oldest vampires in the world. No one, in this realm can beat us."

Josh narrowed his eyes confused as the brunette gave a light shrug, a empty expression rapping around his face "But children this days," his eyes pierced Joshua's "continuously fall to learn that they aren't the ones at the top of the food chain."

Alvaro sped forward and snapped Joshua's neck at lightening speed. He threw body to the ground carelessly before stalking towards the exit. It was time to remind everyone who was really running the show.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

A disdainful glower rested on Alvaro's beautiful features as he stalked into the empty compound of the Abattoir, which was once his home. It was one of the homes on earth he actually liked. He sensed his target. He caught the gaze of his enemy. Alvaro hated to admit it, but he was beginning to miss Damon Salvatore. Because unlike his older counterpart he actually took notice of the warning and hadn't dared to cross him, too far.

"Expecting someone else?" He remarked with arched brows "You've been ignoring my brother. He's not happy about that. Almost, as much as I am with your existence. And your arrogance."

"Been a little pissed off lately." Marcel informed, keeping a loose glare. Trying to keep his fear hidden. The plan wasn't for the savage original to come, but they could take him. "You and Klaus still thick as thieves, I see."

"When it suits." The Mikaelson admitted, totally emotionless "And our interests aligned. Yes. You're in possession of something belonging to my family, I'd like it back."

Marcel hoped to get a reaction from the original, but was unsuccessful. He swiftly pulled a dagger into sight, holding it in the palm of his hand "Sorry, but I can't do that."

Rebekah made her appearance. She knew one of her brothers would come. It was just the debate of who. But what she really wanted to was to give Klaus a piece of her mind. Although, she knew her bastard brother had always adored her barbaric one. And if she had to hurt her brother to hurt her other one, then that's exactly what she'd do.

"Surprise, surprise." The older Mikaelson in the compound reported mockingly, not remotely impressed by this fible rebellious defiance "I knew you were up to something, Bekah."

"Apologies for your behaviour?" Rebekah remarked before shaking her head "Thought not. I'm sick of you and Nik." Alvaro tilted his head "You two just act. I've had enough."

"Well, look at you," he moved his head back to it's previous position smoothly "finally in possession of the one thing that can take one of us down. Good for you. How does it feel, sister?"

"Great." Rebekah answered, keeping her eyes fixed on her older brother claded in gloomy purple, she knew that specific tone of his voice had taken well. It had deepened, familiar blades were making themselves known. Marcel brought his fingers to his lips before whistling.

The Mikaelson man rolled his eyes, hardly glanced at small group of vampires that began to surround him "This is it, the evil bastards have gone too far. Now one of them must be punished," he glanced at his sister, knowing she'd understand the reference in the making "like how Lucifer was punished by Michael, on the battle. How ironic." His eyes flickered back to Marcel "Do you really think you can subdue me with this?"

"No," the Gerard vampire shook his head "but I think I can with this." He gave another whistle before an larger crowd of vampires flooded into the compound. Alvaro surveyed the action with a lazy sigh.

Rebekah smirked as did Marcel, believing he could finally make the Mikaelson respect him. However, the blood in everyone's veins ran cold and a chill sprinted down spines when the older vampire did something unexpected, something utterly mad: he laughed. He inhaled deeply, eyes running over the individuals before him, drawing an 'oh' like releasing a puff of smoke from a cigarette. His smile vanished though, just as quick as it had came.

"Let's end this charade, shall we?" He held out his arms smoothly, turning a full circle to address the entire room as he said "Vampires of New Orleans," his arms fell to his sides, he resumed his original place and his voice had grew louder in volume, but not in tone "do recall that I am an Original, the man all industry trembles before, at the mere mention of my name. Do remember, that even the Destroyer, Mikael feared me."

His eyes ran over them all as Rebekah caught sight of how dark his orbs were. The chaotic, ice and fire anger she had once explained to the oldest Salvatore brother had took hold her brother.

His gaze shifted, rich chocolate orbs pierced like a bolt of lightning into Marcel and Rebekah's eyes. He arched  his head "I cannot be killed. I am Alvaro Mikaelson! And I've got something I've never had before. Something that people have attempted to grip at. Something similar to what Klaus desires, the only thing is, they'll listen to me." He dropped his head "I am the king of Hell, it's self."

He made a click with his teeth, before pulling out a single piece of sliver, a sliver coin from Judas Iscariot's collection "To use a trick, with inspiration from an unlikely ally. This coin, a coin once stolen by Judas Iscariot himself, whoever picks it up gets to live." He flicked towards the ground, eyes meeting his sister's as it landed "Seems appropriate."

"Now," he lifted his head, looking to the side away from the ringleaders "which of you glorified vagabonds wants to join me?"

"Anyone wants that coin," Marcel broke the silence, not believing the last half of Alvaro's speech but Rebekah knew it was true "pledge allegiance to Alvaro and Klaus. Take it now. Go ahead. The choice is yours."

Alvaro glanced around smoothly, not really caring if anybody moved to side with him or not. As expected nobody even flinched.

"Take him." Marcel smirked.

One vampire dared to be the first to attack the original. Although he didn't get far. Alvaro snapped his spine before he could even throw a punch, the brunette threw towards the wall.

Alvaro swung his arms upwards  lazily, inviting them all to try, hands open a grin on his face, his head sway downwards slightly in a half circle to the left as he spoke "You have my full attention."

Marcel gave a nod to the vampires behind the original. Chains sawed though the air, and wrapped themselves around Alvaro's wrists. The Original's grin turning to a smirk before vanishing. The chains restricted his movement as he tugged slightly, teasing them before he was pulled backwards.

He almost fell but caught himself by the heel of his foot. He ended up slightly before those who had thrown the chain. The rest of the vampires ascended on them, feeling confident because of the chains on the original's wrists.

A vampire sped forward, but his neck was snapped by the Mikaelson man, his body fell to the ground before another attempted an attack. The daring vampire punched his elder in the face. Alvaro retaliated by snapping his head clean off. Another punched him, only to kicked at. Only thanks to another vampire punching the brunette, making him fall to his knees, the vampire was spared.

The confidence and arrogance of the vampires only grew as they all began to march towards the original, and proceed to beat him. The pair who had thrown the chains tugged Alvaro backwards, they pulled his upper body up before shackling him to the wall. A vampire headbutted Alvaro and punched him in the face before backing away.

No matter the form of attack, eyes never left the original. Alvaro groaned when a vampire stabbed him in the chest with a stake repeatedly, before doing the same as the previous attacker. Bloody and beaten. Alvaro slumped to the ground. Rebekah's eyes broadened at how easy it was, she took a few weary steps but halted. The air shifted. And thunder rumbled, mercilessly. The lit candles in the compound blew out without a wisp of wind.

Alvaro slowly raised his head. Just a second before a flash of lightning struck though the sky. The compound was now illuminated by the full moon, and Rebekah knew. They were all dead men walking. Alvaro's vampiric face came forward as he lifted his head, a deep, unnerving growl bounced off the stone walls.

The dagger fell from Rebekah's grasp. She now regretted siding with Marcel to protect her unborn niece, and wished it had been Klaus who had come. It would have been slightly better. The only good alternative was that the pair of them didn't come.

Alvaro rapped his hands around his end of the chains before pulling the two vampires forward, and snapped their necks. He shook the chains off, letting them clang to the ground. A vampire sped towards him but he ripped out his heart. Another two went for it only to lose their own hearts.

Alvaro made the fight a merciless bloodbath. He only snapped necks and pulled hearts out of chests at start. However he quickly begun to take a barbaric turn. A vampire screamed when Alvaro's fangs tore into his throat. The Mikaelson silenced the screaming by ripping his head clean off.

He chucked the head over the crowd before advancing "Come and finish this, Marcel!" He roared before continuing to behead, drain, bite, snap necks and rip hearts out.

He pushed Diego to the ground and fought off the army of vampires. He climbed up the side of the wall and snapped the neck of one of the vampires. He tore the head off a vampire.

"Enough!"

Alvaro's gaze shifted to the Gerard as the fight ceased. Marcel bent to his knees and picked up the coin. A few vampires walked to stand behind him as he raised his head.

Alvaro's eyes remained dull, blood coated the morjorty of his face, neck, hands and clothes. He stalked towards Marcel "The 'great' Marcel, self-proclaimed King of New Orleans, bowing before me. The King of Hell." He stopped, looking down at the black man, he raised his brows "Learnt your place?"

"There," Marcel tossed Iscariot's coin at the Original's feet "I hereby pledge my allegiance to you, and Klaus. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours."

Alvaro's brows went downwards, relaxing as his facial expression hardly altered. He shifted his weight, tilting his head "That would make Nik happy. Unfortunately for you, I'm not my brother."

The king of Hell moved barely within a blink of an eye. Any of them could hardly see him expect the blur of purple, which left a trail of heads, hearts and snapped necks. Alvaro reappeared before Marcel with Iscariot's coin in hand.

"Betray my brother or forget your place again, I will kill you." He looked at his sister before tossing the coin to her, she caught it and looked at him "Keep it, Rebekah. Maybe it'll remember this, and what happens to those who cross me."

He turned on his heel and stalked towards the exit. However he quickly changed his mind, he turned and gestured to the mess "Make this a reminder of who's running the game. Klaus may have run it in the day, but what I have bests his hybrid advantage."

Fire swirled around the original and teleported him away. Leaving the only two vampires alive staring at the spot. Unaware of Klaus stood on the balcony above them, who had seen the entire thing.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ,
ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ.

Arrangements had been made. Klaus had reclaimed the Abattoir for his family. Just as Alvaro had reclaimed New Orleans. Klaus had gone to get the pregnant werewolf whilst Alvaro was showing the newest - but not too newest - members of their family around the Abattoir.

"It's beautiful." Morgana said as the three wondering around looking about.

"It's nearly as big as the Academy." Prudence noted, wandering about the compound where tables and chairs were set up.

"Bigger. Just wait until you see the rooms." Alvaro smirked cheekily "You should have Kol's room."

The Blackwood woman look at him shocked "Really?"

The Mikaelson nodded "He'd want you to have it." He met the Spellman's eye and grinned "Ambrose, you've got ahead start of choice. And I'll hang up your union Jack myself." The warlock grinned widely before sprinting to the staircase.

"New Orleans is ours, then." Prudence purred, hand resting on her chin.

"Meaning we can give the lot abit of devilment, they deserve." Morgana smirked, Prudence looked towards her wearing the same smirk "Yes."

The Mikaelson shook his head amused but didn't say a word. Knowing they were the kind of witch not to mess with, plus he respected them.
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This is my all time favourite chapter, so far. What do you think?