37 (View from the Other Side)

"Klaus, are you sure that everything worked out and worked as planned?" Freya, who was considered one of the strongest witches in the world, asked him.

Sitting on the sofa, she looked thoughtfully at her brother, who was arriving in no less reverie.

"Suddenly, nothing happened, and Alex didn't feel anything?" such thoughts were in the mind of an ancient vampire, who for centuries terrified all those who stood up against him.

He killed many vampires, werewolves and especially witches without any mercy in his heart and regret. Now, he has changed, met his love, with which such passion flared up that he did not think to subside, what a shock it was for him, the great and terrible Klaus Mikaelson, to learn that he would soon have a child, a daughter!

From that moment, the hybrid of an ancient vampire and a werewolf began to change imperceptibly for himself, and no, cruelty towards his enemies remained the same, however, as well as arrogance paired with arrogance, but imperceptibly for himself he changed, became different.

Communication with the family also improved, it was not bad before, but sometimes there were quarrels that ended with the fact that Klaus, who flared up with anger, could kill all the ancient vampires in the family, stick a white oak stake that prevented their resurrection and put them in a coffin.

At least that was before he began to change unrecognizably, not only in his own eyes, but also in the eyes of his family, who, despite such "Quarrels", still loved his brother very much, just like he loved them.

With the new arrivals in the family, especially Hope and Hayley, the family rallied like never before. Yes, there was no way without discord in such a large family, but everything was resolved more or less peacefully and without victims.

And the Michaelson family lived, ruling New Orleans to some extent. And everything was like always: someone needs to be saved, killed, and the curse lifted. Ordinary everyday life of an unusual family.

Until a teenager intervened in their routine, at least he seemed so at first glance. Alex, that was the teenager's name, turned out to be a new, unknown variable in their way of life, and after he saved Hayley from imminent death, such a whirlwind began, from which the head ached at once.

First, the knowledge of who Alex was and where he came from, and it would be fine, but this strange guy spoke to them as if he had known them for years. After that, his reason for such confidence was also revealed.

But what he told them shocked them so much that they had to... take a bite of bourbon, yes. There was something so refined about it, and it fit well on the tongue with receptors.

To think that the existence of other worlds is a reality. No, of course, they had something similar, but that was only a space created on the basis of a spell, and rather they had it - it was just an isolated space, and not another world!

He also told about their future... which, let's say, was not at all comforting. In the future, which was already literally on their heels, their family broke up in the saddest way.

Two ancient vampires, two brothers who had been through so much together, decided to be forgotten in order to protect the others. But, it would have been a good way out if Alex hadn't told them what would have happened next.

And in that "further" their family needed them more than ever before. Therefore, despite the problems of the present, they no longer thought to consider that option. He didn't suit them at all.

That's when Alex offered them his help, quite timely, to be honest. The main thing is that this method gave them time, time to come up with another way, and then completely return to the family, nevertheless, they really hoped for it.

"There's no other way out, is there?" Klaus asked dryly, frowning at Freya, and this frown was directed not at her, but rather at himself, never in his life had the great and terrible Klaus Mikaelson felt so indifferent and useless…

Previously, he could influence and radically change the outcome of any case or battle, even visit the cursing witches, he disliked their coven too much, the one that was in New Orleans.

But now, now the situation did not depend on him at all, or rather it did, but not so much that everyone could miraculously escape from his decision and continue their lives.

That's why, in fact, they needed time, which was too short at the moment, but because of Alex's help, maybe they can come up with something and in the end everything will end well. How wonderful that would be…

Some time ago they decided to call Alex. Everything was done as Alex said about it, and the way to communicate with him, frankly, is very extraordinary: "You just have to wish hard and I'll get a signal!", roughly, that's what he said.

It sounds like some kind of nonsense, and even the fact that they themselves are not really people, or rather not human beings at all, cannot change their opinions about this method. But they also trusted Alex, a boy who became part of the family in absentia.

And after the ritual, to which Freya had a hand, Alex became a member of their family by blood. Therefore, there was no doubt about their trust in him. It's a shame to admit, but some of the Michaelson house, with whom Alex has already managed to get acquainted, trust him much more than other personalities from their family.

"You're right, there's no other way out, yet. But there will be time there will be a solution" Freya answered a little not in her usual manner, while chewing a nail on her finger with impatience or excitement.

The voice was also not characteristic and sounded hoarse. The witch from the Michaelson family was very tense, if something went wrong, then... then her hands clenched into a fist, she didn't even dare to think about a bad end.

Then Elijah entered the living room where Klaus and Freya were sitting, and then Rebecca followed.

"Are you worried, brother?" There was no mockery or hidden subtext in Elijah's voice, on the contrary, there was some kind of unclouded peace in it.

"No ..." here Rebekah's reproachful look fell on him, and he corrected himself "Yes, a little ... usually I always solve my problems myself" he said that he felt inside himself a hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf.

"You're not the only brother, you're not the only one"

There was a slight smile on Elijah's face, but despite it, his eyes were full of seriousness and determination. He walked between the carved table and the leather sofa on which Klaus was sitting, both items could be considered a rarity.

And sat down on the same type of chair. Despite the fact that he values his family very much and loves it just as much, he also loves his boundaries, that's why he chose the chair so that no one would encroach on his personal space.

Quite recently, he didn't even know who he really was yet, because of the erased memory there were some problems at the beginning. Waking up in the wilderness and not understanding where he was and who he was, he was seized by vampire instincts, especially hunger, then he killed a man and took his documents and rushed off in an unknown direction for him.

A week later, by pure chance, he gets to New York. Where his acquaintance and meeting with the freedom-loving vampiress Antoinette takes place…

Pushing away the memories of the past, he thought about the present. At the moment, it was supposed to occupy his heart, his present and his family, which was in front of him, although not quite in full.

"Okay, it's worth admitting that we're all a little tense here" Rebecca smiled, watching a small family squabble, and the lights of sadness settled in her eyes.

No one had time to answer anything to this, everyone turned around at the appearance of new faces in the living room of the family mansion.

"Father, did you, as always, decide to run away without saying goodbye?" Klaus' daughter flashed her eyes angrily, causing only touching smiles and thoughts that the "little wolf" was angry.

"But most importantly, did you want to stop my meeting with Alex?" she continued to press on the ancient hybrid, and thus, without following her own language, she said what the young girl was really thinking about.

"Oh…"

Hope herself realized that she had said too much, but for her it was so exciting and embarrassing, because she shyly lowered her beautiful eyes and blushed, blushed very much.

A wave of cheerful and bantering laughter swept through the living room. At such a moment, they were no different from an ordinary, but slightly large family.