Chapter 09
Myriam lead Klaus to Mason in the basement – again, Myriam hadn’t bothered to feed him or bring him anything to drink, but it would give Klaus something to do while she went on the hunt for Stefan and the coffins. Because Katerina was involved, she couldn’t entirely rely on her demons, but she had a feeling that Stefan was closer to home than she was made to believe.
She followed Damon into the Grill where he compelled the female bartender to put all the alcohol bottles on the bar so he could get day drunk. It was still quiet in the Grill, and after his fifth shot, Myriam ran up to him and smacked his head on the bar.
“Ouch!” Damon whined as he looked at Myriam. “Why did you do that for?”
She smacked his head on the bar again before snapping his neck and hauling him off to the alley behind the Grill. While he was unconscious, she found sharp objects lying around and pushed them inside of his body.
“What are you doing?” Damon groaned as he finally came to.
“Stefan doesn’t want Klaus to do anything against those he loves, but never said anything about me.”
Damon let out another groan before he started pulling the tiny pieces of glass and debris out of his body as he sat up. “What did that idiot do now?”
Myriam put her foot on his torso and pushed him back down. “You see, I don’t care about Klaus’ mission to create an army of hybrids, because, in the end, I know that it’ll go pear-shaped like any other grandiose plan he’s had in the past. And I get it that Stefan wants his revenge for what Klaus did to him, but you know… I don’t care. He kidnapped four bodies. I don’t care about three of them, but one of them is my best friend.”
“You have best friends?”
She put some more pressure on his torso. “Where is Stefan?”
“I don’t know! I don’t care! He betrayed us! We were supposed to kill Klaus, not save him!” Damon whined. “Just kill me already, why won’t you? You’re on team Klaus anyway.”
“And so what? He’s not evil or the bad guy, I mean, Mikael, now he was the big bad, but Klaus? He only wants what is owed to him. If you flip it around, Stefan’s the bad guy and so are you. No, even better… Elena is the bad one here.”
“What! No, Elena isn’t the bad one, she’s a victim.”
“Because you and Stefan put her in that role. She’s not a victim. She’s a manipulative bitch. You’d do anything for her, even kill people who don’t deserve to die. Then there’s Bonnie… now well, she needs to sort out her alignment. What kind of witch is she? One that helps vampires or one that hates them?”
Damon growled as he grabbed Myriam’s leg, snapped it and pushed her off of him, forcing her to the ground as he got to his feet. “You’ve been sipping the wrong kool-aid, sister.”
“I am not your sister,” she replied as she threw him off of her, snapped her leg back in place and pushed him against the wall, grabbing the nearest loose pole and impaled him on it. “Where is Stefan?”
“I don’t know!” Damon said again. “Leave me alone!”
“Yeah, good idea. I think Elena’s next on my list…”
“You leave her alone!”
“Ha. You can’t tell me what to do,” Myriam countered. “Tell Ric I said hi.”
“Myriam, if there’s any shred of decency left inside of you, you’re going to leave Elena alone,” Damon groaned as he tried to get off the pole he was impaled on.
She seemed to think for a moment and shrugged. “Very well,” she replied before running off. It was a good thing that Klaus had told Tyler to get all buddy-buddy with Jeremy Gilbert before he ran from Mikael, meaning that Jeremy was now off of vervain. She found him and Tyler shooting beer cans in the woods. “Hi, guys.”
“What are you doing here?” Jeremy said as he pointed the crossbow at Myriam.
Myriam laughed as she shook her head and used her speed to knock the crossbow out of his hands. “It’s a good thing you’re actually trying to protect yourself and your family, Jeremy. At least you’re not the useless Gilbert, you have brains!” She said as she rubbed her knuckles on his head. She then looked at Tyler. “How’s it going, Tyler? Is he clean?”
Tyler nodded slowly. “Just like Klaus wanted him to be.”
“Well, good thing I’m doing this for Klaus then,” Myriam smiled at him before looking at Jeremy. “Let’s have a chat, Jer. When you go home for lunch today, you’re going to leave your beautiful ring on the dining room table… no wait, you’re going to take it upstairs and put it in Elena’s drawer where she keeps her underwear,” she smiled at him. “Then, you’re going to go to the bathroom and drink some soapy water before you’re going to eat a nice sandwich and head back out with Tyler because you two are best buds, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And on your way home for dinner, you’re going to walk in front of a speeding car in your street. Make sure Elena and Alaric are watching.”
“But I’ll die.”
“Likely. But that’s okay buddy, you’ll die for the greater good,” she smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “Now, do you understand what you have to do?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now forget that I was ever here.”
While Myriam was on her way back to town, she was wondering what else she could do to make sure that Stefan would know that she was on a warpath. Oh, maybe she could start a fire at the Salvatore house?
She checked in in the Grill where Damon and Alaric were drinking. Well, Damon was continuing his drinking while Alaric was grading papers. It was quite busy in the grill, and Myriam decided to have a little bit of fun while Damon and Alaric still hadn’t noticed her. One by one, she compelled the patrons to go up to Damon and drive their knives into his body. Any part. Didn’t they have knives? They were to break their glass and hurt him with it. Of course, they wouldn’t remember a thing and wouldn’t remember it happening in the first place.
“Would you stop it!” Damon had finally spotted Myriam sitting in the farthest corner of the Grill. Of course, as a former employee, she knew the best spots to hide.
Alaric looked over his shoulder and shook his head laughing. “All this because of Stefan?” Damon had told him about his encounter when he came to the bar to grade papers and wait for Jeremy.
“Well yes, supposedly Stefan took her bestie,” Damon winced when someone drove a knife in his back, and he mixed himself a margarita instead.
“I thought he took Klaus’ family?”
“Well yeah, apparently she’s really close with one of them.”
“And she’s taking this out on you because?”
“She thinks I know where Stefan is,” Damon winced when Alaric finally pulled the knife out of his back. “I don’t, but she doesn’t listen. I swear, she’s worse than Klaus!”
“What does Klaus have to say about Myriam’s behavior?”
“I wouldn’t know, would I? It’s not like he and I are the best of pals!” Damon growled as he turned around to look at Myriam. “But I’d sure love to know his opinion about his abusive wife.”
“He’d be so turned on right now,” Myriam smirked after the last compelled person took a seat back into their chair and walked over to Damon and Alaric. “I can keep that up all day if I have to, Damon. I might even risk Klaus’ ire and go after Elena. No more hybrids.”
“I told you not to!”
“Then go and find me Stefan and where he’s keeping the damn coffins!” Myriam slammed his head against the bar for the last time before she drove a knife through Alaric, practically ripping him in half. He was wearing his ring anyway.
“Myriam!”
“I’ll keep on doing that until you find me Stefan,” Myriam said plainly. “You get two hours. Then I’ll come and find you again. Right now I’m hungry.” She went straight home where she found a dead-ish Mason on the expensive rug in the living room. “Did you have to make him bleed like that? It’s difficult to get those stains out!”
“We’ll buy a new rug. How’s the hunt for our family going?”
“Oh, I’ve set things in motion…” Myriam said as she ungraciously allowed herself to fall onto the couch. “Damon saw a naughty side of me.”
“Oh?” Klaus was intrigued. “Please, tell me everything!” After she was finished telling him, Klaus was all over her, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, his hands under her clothes, causing Myriam to laugh. “What?”
“Damon asked me what you thought of me doing what I did, and I told him you’d be aroused.”
“Oh, more than that, love,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to devour you.”
“Next to a werewolf who’ll soon wake up in transition.”
“We’ve had a worse crowd than one dead wolf.”
“True.”
~o.O.o~
Myriam followed Elena and Damon to the old Witches’ place, overhearing them talk about Bonnie hiding the coffins and Stefan being inside. And so were the coffins. Well, now was a good time as any to try her ‘appear human’ talisman on a bunch of dead witches all at once, because she saw that the witches didn’t particularly like Damon and his ring wasn’t working inside the house.
Unfortunately, the witches were stronger than her talisman was and she, too, was affected by the witches messing with her daylight ring. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Myriam breezed as she looked at Damon. “They’re here, aren’t they?”
“I don’t know! I know that Stefan is!”
“Oh, he’s in there alright. And hiding the coffins,” she snapped Damon’s neck and grabbed her phone. “Do you want to hear the bad news or good news?”
“Did you find them?”
“Of course, mon Loulou. I found them. The bad news is that they’re protected by a hundred dead witches, and I can’t get in to verify that they’re actually there,” she replied. “I think I’m going to light a pretty fire.”
“Shall I instruct Tyler to bite Caroline as a distraction?”
“I doubt that will work, he loves Caroline. It may be the one thing he wouldn’t do for you.”
“Can I try?”
“No!” Myriam shot at him. “Don’t you even try doing something because Stefan might dump Kol in the ocean and sorry Klaus, I love you, but I will not allow my best friend to get lost forever.”
“Ah, well, that’s my mistake then. The Founders Council are having a fundraiser tomorrow, and I thought I’d bring you along as my date. Perhaps we can convince that everyone’s lives will be better, protected, once Stefan returns my family.”
“Klaus. I’m handling it.”
Klaus sighed dramatically. “Very well, I’ll take one of my hybrids as my date. Would you mind if I gave them all a room in our home?”
“It’s my house, Klaus. You’re living in it because you’re mine. Your hybrids can stay in the yard in their dog houses.”
“There’s an abandoned home next door, I think I’ll give my hybrids something to do.”
“You do that.”
“And I will instruct Tyler to bite Caroline. He can’t refuse me.”
“Klaus!”
“You have to allow me some fun, love, it’s not fair you’re getting all the fun.”
“This isn’t fun!”
“Please?”
Myriam sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Fine. Have Tyler bite Caroline. It’s her birthday tomorrow anyway. Just… just don’t go to her place when she’s all delusional and stuff and be all nice to her. I know you love your blondes. It’s your weakness.”
“Are you jealous?”
“No. I hate the bitch,” Myriam stomped off after kicking Damon’s limp body and headed towards the nearest gas station. “So, are the coffins fireproof?”
“Of course not! Mother’s might be because of the spell that’s on it, but the others will burn and—”
“Will the daggers burn?”
“Please don’t set fire to the witches house. We know where they are now, I’ll make sure they’ll return safely. I’ll take it from here.”
“Klaus!”
“Myriam, I mean it. Don’t make me come and get you.”
“And then what? You’ll spank me?”
“Stop it. Come home.”
Myriam scowled as she hung up and ran into the building, straight to the basement to find a place without sunlight. “Fucker!”
“Ah, I was wondering who was going to show up first. You or Damon,” Stefan said with a small smile on his face. “I’m a bit surprised that it’s you.”
“You can keep the coffins. I only want one,” Myriam took a few deep breaths as she made herself small to stay out of the sun. “Please, Stefan. I just want my best friend back.”
Stefan scoffed. “If they’re your best friend, why are they in a coffin?”
“Long story,” Myriam shook her head. “I know they’re here. I can feel his essence. Please, you owe me this.”
“I owe you nothing, Myriam. You’re not getting one coffin until Klaus, and his hybrids leave town,” Stefan replied as he pulled her out of her hiding spot, causing her to burn. “See ya. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and ran out, straight for the Salvatore boarding house before she realised that she couldn’t enter anymore. Letting out a cry of frustration, she went home. “Don’t talk to me,” she shot at Klaus as she walked up the stairs to her room. “You can have your fun now.”
“You promise?”
“Shut up!”
~o.O.o~
Myriam smiled from ear to ear when Klaus’ hybrid started to roll the coffins into her home. She had cleared out the dining room for them for storage, and she couldn’t wait to wake Kol. Granted, Klaus had to go through a lot to get them back, even risking losing his precious Doppelganger, but she had her best friend back.
However, before she could do anything, Elijah appeared and extracted the hybrid’s heart. “Now, what did I miss?” He asked while he cleaned his hands with his handkerchief and looked at Klaus’ dumbfounded face. “You look surprised to see me. So it wasn’t you who removed the dagger from my chest.”
Klaus composed himself quickly. “You look like you could do with a drink, and we have a lot to discuss, so shall we?”
It was then when Elijah started to attack Klaus and Myriam watched as the parlour was being smashed to smithereens. Her french doors. Her beautiful table. “Take this outside!” Myriam called from the dining room, not wanting to interfere with the two brothers. “You’re ruining my home!”
“Stay out of this,” Elijah told Myriam before Klaus threw him through another table.
“Enough!”
“You have every right to be cross with me, Elijah,” Klaus barked. “But I kept my word,” he said as he moved between Myriam and his brother. “I reunited you with our family.”
Elijah didn’t pull his punches when attacking Klaus again, and Myriam rolled her eyes as she stepped aside, and Klaus fell onto Kol’s coffin. She watched with fascination as he opened the coffin and pulled out the dagger, threatening Elijah with daggering him again. Elijah was daring him to do it again as she walked around the coffin to stand behind Klaus and wait for her best friend to get back in his feet. She’d take him out for a snack when he did.
“I dare you, use it. You’ll have Kol to deal with.”
Klaus lowered the dagger. “Mikael is dead.”
“What did you say?”
“I killed him, with his own weapon. He’s gone, Elijah. Forever.”
“Why does our family remain in these coffins? Finn for over 900 years, Kol for over a century?”
“Because of Stefan Salvatore,” Klaus replied, anger in his voice. “He holds the one thing keeping me from freeing him. There are things you do not know about our past, our mother’s death, things I never wanted you to know. But I’m ready to tell you now.” He then walked to the jar that held the ashes of the white oak tree. “I only wish you remember your oath of loyalty to me.”
“Klaus, don’t,” Myriam said as she realised what she was going to do and tried to block him from daggering Kol again. “Come on, he doesn’t deserve to be down this long. I’ll take care of him. Please.”
“You said that the last time and he plotted against me. Before that, you weren’t even there, so that doesn’t count, but before that, he set fire you your beloved club, remember that, love? You think you have some control over him, but you don’t.”
“Because I’m not controlling! I’m his friend!” She pushed Klaus away from Kol. “Don’t do this to him, Klaus. He doesn’t deserve to stay down.”
“Elijah and I have a lot of catching up to do. I promise you, love, once everything settles down, I’ll undagger Kol.”
“You say that all the time!” Klaus pushed past her and pushed the dagger back inside Kol. “Cochon!” Myriam slapped him and ran out of the house to the Salvatore Boarding House. Knowing that she couldn’t enter, she sat down on the steps, sulking.
She waited for hours, and then Damon arrived home first. She was glad it was Damon, he was more agreeable than Stefan. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be cosying it up with your husband?”
“I would be if you hadn’t undaggerd his brother,” she said as she got to her feet and leaned against one of the pillars. “Why?”
“To talk some sense into him!”
“And?”
“Like I’m going to tell you. You’re on team Klaus,” Damon huffed. “Besides, you hurt me, Myriam. Me. You’re not supposed to do that because you’re supposed to be the nice one!”
Myriam shrugged. “Anyway, you need to call Elena to invite me inside.”
“And why would I want to do that?”
“Because you undaggered Elijah and thus you upset the balance between Klaus and I. So I’ll be bunking with you.”
“Yeah, no way in hell, Myriam. Get lost.”
“You want to know what’s in the fourth coffin?” She asked as she approached him. “Is that why you have Bonnie and her mother down in the cave right now with the coffin? No vampire can enter because it’s protected, isn’t it?”
“We’ll figure it out. Don’t need you for that.”
“Oh come on, Damon, I don’t want to be at my house right now. Please?”
“Nope.”
Myriam let out a long sigh as she grabbed her phone out of her pocket and fake dialled a number before putting a hand on Damon’s chest, looking up at him through her lashes. “Hi love, I’m just calling you to inform you that Damon and I are going to rent a motel room and have sex. We both have some anger issues to— Oh. You don’t like that, huh? I don’t care.”
Damon put his hand on her mouth. “Fine!”
“Thank you, love,” she smiled as she ‘disconnected’ the call.
“Are you insane! He’d rip me apart!”
“That’s the point. Call Elena?”
~o.O.o~
It was a good thing that the coffins were now in her home. Whatever Bonnie and the witches did to hide them in the first place had been lifted, and she could now interact with Kol’s demon again. While Stefan and Damon were enjoying dinner with Klaus and Elijah, Myriam stayed at the Salvatore House watching some dumb sitcom on television with a very expensive bottle of wine.
It was when Kol’s demon alerted her that he’d been awakened, she hurried home. She was surprised to see that everyone was on their feet, even Finn, the brother she hadn’t met yet, and the Original Witch. Klaus’ mother. The wicked witch from the West. She’d never felt good about Finn’s coffin nor Esther’s coffin and to have them both out meant that there was trouble on the rise.
However, they were all quietly enjoying something to eat and to drink, and Myriam just stood there, watching. They didn’t even notice her, apart from Kol. Who, eventually noticed her and rose with a big, goofy grin on his face. “I was wondering where you were,” he said as he walked towards her to hug her tightly. “I’ve missed you! Oh, thank you so much for the company, it made it a lot more bearable this time round.”
Myriam let out a sigh of relief as she hugged him back, happy to feel him in her arms again. “I tried, you know… he wouldn’t let me.”
“I know you tried, my friend told me,” he smiled widely at her.
“Oh, that’s just rich,” Finn rolled his eyes. “A vampire groupie? When did you pick her up, Kol? I can’t believe she stuck around for this long to wait for your return.”
Myriam could feel Kol stiffen in her arms and she smiled at him. “Breathe,” she told him before looking at Finn. “1698 is when we met,” she told Finn. “He kidnapped me.”
“Now now, darling, you kidnapped me first,” he chided her playfully. “Disturbing me in my feed.”
“Rescuing an innocent young woman,” she said at the same time.
“She was a very gifted witch,” Kol nodded and saw his brother roll his eyes at him. “Honestly! We became the best of mates, and then Nik daggered me a few years later, and when I woke up again, she and him got married.”
“What!” Finn said shocked before looking at his mother who had an incredulous look on her face before looking at his other brother. “Tell me he’s joking.”
“He’s not,” Myriam replied as she pulled Kol along with her to Klaus and nestled in Klaus’ lap, still holding Kol’s hand, not willing to let him go just yet. She loved him being back. “I’ve been Klaus’ wife for over 300 years. I’m sure we have our marriage certificate somewhere still?”
Klaus looked over to Elijah. “Do we?”
“Of course, and if not, there are still old records in France where you two got married, if mother and our brother really wanted to see the evidence.”
Myriam knew that Finn had a healthy dose of self-loathing and hated to be a vampire, thinking that they were incapable of any sense of morality, humanity. “We wed when I was still human. Klaus turned me here, in the New World.”
“What were you possibly thinking? Foolish girl!”
“Foolish or not, I love your brother, Finn. He’s my husband. And your other brother is my best friend, so if you’re going to hurt them, you will be sorry,” she said, a tone of warning in her voice.
“You don’t want to make her mad,” Kol grinned. “Isn’t this lovely, Mother? The whole family complete, including a daughter in law. Just like you wanted. Us to be a family again!”
Myriam’s demons alerted her that Esther was quietly magically poking around to see if Myriam was genuine, but her demons made sure to deflect any assault. She smiled at Esther then. “If you’d like to know something, Mrs Mikaelson, I’d respectfully want to ask you to use your words, not your magic.”
“What are you?” She asked curiously.
“I’m a very breakable vampire in my own house surrounded by a bunch of powerful Original vampires. I suppose that makes me either very stupid or very brave,” Myriam replied with a shrug. “I still have some protection measures left from when I was a witch.”
“Your house?” Elijah blinked. “But Niklaus said—”
“It’s our house. But I built it 150 years ago. It’s mine. I used my own funds for this. It’s my house. You’re all my guests, and please stop smashing things when you’re angry.”
“Well then, does that mean I’d need your permission to host a ball tomorrow night in honour of our family’s reunion?” Esther asked Myriam.
“You do,” she nodded before looking at Klaus. “What do you think?”
“What mother wants, mother gets.”
“I suppose we’re throwing a party tomorrow night then,” Myriam smiled and softly kissed him before finally letting go of Kol and got off of Klaus’ lap. “Now, if you’d excuse me, it’s time for me to retreat. Have a good night.” Myriam went upstairs to her room and opened her drawer filled with Dark Objects. She needed to protect her room. She had removed all safety from the house once Klaus had returned to her, with his army in tow, but she didn’t and couldn’t trust Esther. At least her and Klaus’ bedroom was going to be a safe one. And Kol’s and Rebekah’s. She didn’t care much for the others.
This ball was going to be interesting. She had every available demon spying on Esther now, she was likely planning something, and Myriam didn’t like that. At all.
“Oh, look at you,” Myriam smiled at Kol as she straightened his collar. “A nice haircut, a nice shave… and oh so handsome.”
Kol smiled at her. “Careful now, you might regret marrying Niklaus.”
“Oh, never! I can’t wait to see him in a suit, it’s been far too long,” Myriam sighed as she picked a piece of lint off of his new suit. From her side, she could see Finn rolling his eyes as he was fitted for his own suit. He definitely didn’t approve of her. “Where is he, anyway?”
“Who cares?” Rebekah sighed as she watched the compelled servant polish her nails. “It’s nice and quiet like this.”
“Rebekah, tell me how handsome I am,” Kol smiled proudly at her.
“Ah Kol, unlike your and Nik’s little pet, I can’t be compelled.”
“I can’t be compelled, and they would think twice of doing so,” Myriam said as she kissed Kol’s cheek. “Your date will be a lucky girl, Kol.”
The door opened and Klaus walked in, anger written all over him and rolling off of him as well. “You went after Elena?” He demanded as he looked at Rebekah. Elijah was looking up from polishing his shoes with an entertained smile on his face. “What is wrong with you?”
“Here we go,” Rebekah smiled at him, showing no fear at all.
“Do you want another dagger in your heart?”
“Enough with the daggers!” Myriam tiredly pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Again with the dagger threats?” Kol said at the same time. “Don’t you have any other tricks?”
“Oh go back to staring at yourself,” Klaus shot at him.
“And who are you, my father?”
“Stop it,” Myriam sighed. “I want to keep my house in one piece, thank you very much.”
“Then perhaps Nik and I should take this outside,” Kol said as he sized up his brother.
“Enough!” Esther demanded as she walked into the room. She then folded her hands in front of her and beckoned for Klaus to follow her. Like a puppy.
Oh, Myriam knew that she wouldn’t be able to do anything with the Mikaelson’s love for their mother, they’d tell her she was crazy if Myriam would tell them that Esther’s up to something. All she could do was to protect her husband and her best friend at all costs. And maybe Rebekah. But Elijah and Finn could go to hell for all she cared. It sucked that Esther was using something against intrusion, deflecting Myriam’s demons and spirits, so she couldn’t find out what Esther was up to the usual way.
Myriam felt as if she was stuck. She had lost her friends or at least those she deemed to be friendly, because of her allegiance to Klaus. It made it easier to hurt her former friends, but she didn’t have anyone friendly anymore. For this, she was glad that Kol was out of his box, but there was no doubt in her mind that Klaus was going to use him as his attack dog.
Her husband was more busy with pleasing his mother and making sure his siblings were settling. Not to mention his hybrids. She was considering moving back to New Orleans. On her own, and feel at home again. Because while Mystic Falls had been her home away from home, it didn’t feel like that anymore.
“What’s on your pretty little mind, darling?” Kol put an arm around her and lead her out of the room. “Aren’t you happy for us that we have our family back?”
Myriam could hear the hint of annoyance in Kol’s voice. “Let me guess, you’d rather have your mother still in her coffin and Finn at the bottom of the ocean.”
“Finn, yes. But mother…” Kol sighed as he shook his head. “I can’t believe it was Nik who killed her and not our father.”
“Try putting yourself in Klaus’ shoes. What would you do if you were half and half and your mother bound the part of you that she didn’t like to please her husband?”
Kol sat down on one of the settees and pulled Myriam down with him, careful not to crease his new suit. “Likely the same. But now you’re talking about me again. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Myriam looked around before getting up and pulling Kol upstairs with her, to her room where things were quiet, and nobody could listen in. She poured the both of them a hefty glass of bourbon, and she decided to tell him everything. How she felt, what she’d done, what happened since he was last daggered. How she felt stuck. Alone. “Granted, it’s Klaus we’re talking about, but I have more needs than just being here for the sex.”
“You sound like you could use some fun,” Kol said as he refilled their drinks. “How about you introduce me to your friends, and I’ll beat them up for you?”
“That’s fun for you!”
“Well, you can help, darling,” Kol smirked. “And tomorrow, we’ll dance. I’ll have Klaus do the waltz with you, but I’ll be yours for the rest of the night unless Rebekah needs me for something.”
“When Rebekah needs something it usually means trouble,” Myriam let out a soft chuckle. “Can I be your partner in crime?”
“Of course! I wouldn’t have it any other way!” Kol kissed her cheek. “Now, let me get out of this monkey suit, and you can show me around in town.”
Myriam showed him around in Mystic Falls, carefully avoiding the Scoobies as she told him about all the good things that this town had to offer. However, on their way back home, Damon popped up in front of her. “Who’s your date?”
“Go away, Damon,” Myriam sighed. “You’re ruining an afternoon of fun.”
“Good, because don’t think that I’ll ever forget what you did to me.”
“What did you do, darling?” Kol asked curiously. “Did it involve sharp or blunt objects?” He remembered her telling him about Damon. This used to be a friend of hers.
“Yeah, to get you guys back,” she smiled at him. “Damon didn’t like that very much.”
“It was unnecessary!” Damon shot at her. “And who is this anyway? Doesn’t look like much, does he?”
Myriam sucked in a breath as she took a step back as Kol took a step forward. “Myriam is someone who deserves to be adored, to be listened to and, in a way, to be feared.”
Damon stared back at the vampire, confused for a moment as he glanced quickly at the smirking female. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Sure she’s a bitch, but it’s not like she’s at the calibre of Klaus and Elijah where she can’t be killed.”
Kol shrugged with a smile. “Perhaps not, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have her ways of defending herself, mate. I’m sure the saying still goes. Happy wife, happy life? My brother still hasn’t quite learned it, but he will properly in time just what he has.”
“Still, what has that to do with me? She’s not my wife. Brother? You’re a Mikaelson?”
“Of course! Who the hell do you think introduced the lovely couple,” he replied with a sour face.
Myriam grinned. “Damon, this is my best friend. The one your brother stole.”
“I thought girls only had girl best friends?” Damon blinked.
“Not when this girl does what she does,” Kol muttered. “You wonder why she’s with my brother? She can be every bit as evil as he is when she puts her mind to it.”
“Klaus isn’t evil. He’s determined, and he’s right, we can’t help it that this world is filled with special snowflakes.”
“He kept me boxed! And you helped him!” he exclaimed.
“Once! Because you burned down my business!”
Kol huffed and rolled his eyes. “It was an accident! And I apologised!”
“And I’m always doing everything in my power to keep you out of the box but seeing as I’m fragile as fuck, I’m not going ten rounds with Klaus or Elijah when they dagger you! Instead, I give you a friend!”
He waved off her concern. “Klaus won’t lay a finger on you. I can’t say the same for Elijah, but Klaus would go fight to the death with our father if it meant protecting you,” he replied, completely unperturbed.
“And what about your mother? Would he fight her for me, too?”
His eyebrow raised. “Well, that is an intriguing question. Perhaps we should take this elsewhere, but first, your little pet needs to forget this whole conversation. He knows too much.”
Myriam sighed and nodded. “He’s on vervain though, just a second, let me see who’s up for helping you out with that…” She said as she felt around in her pockets for some of her tiny trinkets she had attached a demon to. She picked the strongest essence and had it latch on to Damon. “Give it a moment, please, vervain sucks, but he can separate it from Damon’s blood.”
“Ah!” Damon started to claw at his arms and legs and torso. “What the hell is this?!”
“Ah, you’ve had a demon on you before, right, Damon? Just a non-intrusive one!” Myriam cooed as she remained alert on the demon’s progress. “This one is a little different, I save him for the special occasions. Like this one.”
“Honored, now make it stop,” Damon groaned.
“Almost there,” she smiled. “Isn’t this fun, Kol?”
Kol sighed dramatically. “Truthfully, I miss the times where you could just set things on fire.”
“You’re not going to kill him,” Myriam told him. “He may think that I’m the worst for being loyal to Klaus and that I have different beliefs than him, but he doesn’t deserve to be killed. His brother, however, is a completely different story.”
“Ah yes, you told me about him. I can’t wait to meet him, darling, now, can I compel him so we can continue our conversation without him being present?” When Myriam nodded, Kol took another step towards Damon. “You will forget we’ve met, you won’t remember the conversation we had with and about you. And for God’s sake, be nice to Myriam. Just because she’s siding with Klaus doesn’t mean that she has changed.”
“Kol, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay,” Kol told her before focusing back on Damon. “While I’m at it, is there anything you feel the need to confess, Damon?”
Damon’s eyes grew wide before shifting them between Myriam and Kol. “Back in 1864 I used to have a huge crush on Myriam.”
“I don’t need to know this,” Myriam shook her head. “Klaus will kill him for this.”
“It’ll be our little secret,” Kol winked at her. “Now, Damon, off you pop, and remember, you’ve never seen us, and you’ve never heard our conversation.”
“Got it,” Damon said as he walked away.
“Is your little friend still on him?” Kol wondered after a few minutes.
“Yeah, just to make sure he gets home safely,” Myriam said as she looped her arm through Kol’s. “So. Klaus and your mother. Did you know that I can’t use my demons to spy on her? It’s freaking annoying.”
Kol frowned as he thought about the conflict between the magic and the realm that Myriam operated in. “To be honest, I have noticed Elijah eyeing Mother suspiciously since her return. I think he actually shares the same concerns you do, which is in itself a shock.”
“Ugh, I don’t even want to go there, but no, something just feels off. She feels fake.”
“As mother said, she had a 1000 years on The Other Side to forgive and to heal, mother always wanted what was best for us, although… she did feel like she made a mistake after we started to eat people.’
“Kol, your brother killed her,” Myriam pointed out. “That’s not something you can forgive. Not even over a thousand years. Revenge, sure. And when you have not only a Bennett witch and the doppelganger together on the same land it all happened? It’s a recipe for a huge fucking spell.”
“That is true, but what if she truly wants what’s best for us, Myriam?”
“What’s best for the family and for the world is that you’re all dead,” Myriam said coldly. “I mean, if I’d fuck up like this and create monsters who feed on blood, I’d try to rectify that myself.”
“What?!”
“Not that I hate being a vampire or that I want you and Klaus dead, but from a very liberal point of view? Yeah, I can see your mother doing that. She’d likely only need the Doppelganger’s blood to help with the spell.”
Kol sighed and nodded. “I don’t want to see my mother as yet another person fed up with our family. We’ve technically done nothing wrong, it’s merely that everyone else thinks we did so we’re evil.”
“Well, you’re mean. Not evil,” she said playfully. “But I think she’s up to something, that’s all. So I hope you don’t mind that I’m putting a strong demon on you to protect you. And I’ll do the same for Klaus. One that can take you over when needed.”
“I don’t like that idea.”
“Well tough. Klaus’ demon lead him straight to me after I was mauled by the wolves in New Orleans. It works, and it’s my only way of protecting you.”
“We don’t need your—”
“Shut up and humour me.”
“Alright darling,” Kol smiled as they walked onto the driveway to their house. “I do love how you set this place up. There’s room for everyone.”
Myriam sighed. “I hadn’t planned on the entire family. I wanted it to be for you, Klaus and me. Perhaps Rebekah, but the rest of the rooms? I wanted an art studio for Klaus. Or a library. A calm place for me to do my thing. Stables.”
“Build another house.”
“I might,” she smiled at him. “Now go and hang with your siblings. Thank you for a great time this afternoon, I’m feeling a lot better.”
“Good! That means my job is done.”
~o.O.o~
Myriam felt like a gothic princess in her black and red dress with a sweetheart cut. She loved the feel of the fabric over her skin, it was so tight, but it looked so good on her. The sweep train made it a little bit difficult for her to walk around with but she didn’t care. She looked beautiful and genuinely hoped Klaus would notice. If not, then he wouldn’t. He didn’t see a lot of things lately.
She joined Kol as he mingled with the rest of the guests. “Now, look at you, darling, you clean up so nicely,” he smiled at her. “You are gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad looking yourself,” she beamed at him. “Where’s Klaus?”
“Who cares? Oh, I see Damon, let’s have a chat,” he said as he gently took her arm. “Mayor Lockwood,” he said as they walked towards Carol and Damon. “We haven’t formally met,” he said as he took her hand and kissed it. “Kol Mikaelson. I hope your lovely town embraces us just as much as we plan to embrace it. Myriam here has been a great help so far.”
“Damon Salvatore,” Damon said as he stretched out his hand and eyed Myriam briefly before making eye contact with Kol again. “Have we met?”
For a moment there Myriam was afraid that it hadn’t worked, the demon in him and compelling him. But Kol covered it up nicely. “I’ve met a lot of people,” he shrugged. “And you don’t particularly stand out,” he said before gently guiding Myriam away from them.
After they were sure everyone was in, including Elena and fucking Caroline Forbes, Elijah gathered everyone on the stairs, and Myriam wasn’t allowed. She had thrown a tantrum earlier that day because she was a part of the family whether Esther liked it or not. But no. It was just the mother and her children. Bitch. She’d wanted to rip her apart but hadn’t done so because of Klaus. He blindingly adored his mother.
And Elijah’s speech was boring. As always. After the speech, they all got ready for the dance, but Klaus spotted Caroline. And, of course, he went over to her. “Predictable pig,” she muttered as she kept an eye on her husband and the harlot.
“Caroline,” he said surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? You invited me!” Caroline countered. “I’m surprised you did, seeing as you’re married to Myriam and all, but here I am.”
“Sorry love, but I didn’t invite you.”
“You didn’t? And you didn’t send me this dress? Or gave me this bracelet?”
“Ah, my apologies, love,” he shook his head. “But while you’re here, do enjoy the party. Your friends are here too,” he smiled at her. Klaus took her gloved hand and kissed it before the sound of glass breaking could be heard. He looked up only to see Myriam’s retreating back as she walked outside.
She’d wanted to attend the dance, but she was so furious. He didn’t give her the light of day and yet spoke to Caroline? Not wanting to cause a scene, she went outside instead. Oh, she shouldn’t let a teenager like Caroline get to her like that, but it had been building up, and while she and Kol had fun the day before, it had only been a slight distraction. No, she and Klaus needed to deal with this. Now.
She wasn’t sure what was worse, marrying him and waiting for nearly 30 years for them to have sex or him so ignorant of her needs? Hadn’t she been doing everything for him? Made sure he had a home to come back to in Mystic Falls?
“Myriam?” Klaus asked carefully. “Are you alright, love?”
“Oh, don’t you start!” Myriam fumed as she started to pace on the patio, lifting her skirt as she did. “Don’t act all innocent! Use your bloody brain!”
“Sweetheart? What’s going on?” He reached out to grab her, but she hit him in the chest, pushing him away from her.
“Before you broke the curse, we had a lot of fun. Since then, you’re only focused on the doppelganger, the hybrids…”
“We talked about this.”
“I am not done!” Myriam countered angrily. “Then it was Stefan who took the coffins. And now… Caroline! And you didn’t even give me any affection in the meantime! It was angry sex. It was needy sex. But there wasn’t any love!” She hit him in the chest again. “I’m your fucking wife. I’ve been your wife for 300 years, and I have done everything for you! I’m feeling like I’m merely existing to be ignored these days!”
“I didn’t invite Caroline. Honestly.”
“I don’t fucking care! You treated her with more love than you’ve shown me ever since you returned! Kol has given me more attention than you, and he only got out of his box a few days ago!” She then took a deep breath and tried to compose herself but, rarely emotional, she could feel the tears prick behind her eyes. “I am your wife. I want to be loved, to be included. I’m so lonely, Klaus.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“I have been telling you! And you don’t change! You haven’t even told me that I look pretty tonight,” she said disappointedly. “I understand that it’s great to have your entire family back, but I’m your family, too.”
He gently took her hands and pulled her closer to him. “Tonight is not the night to cause a scene, love,” he said quietly.
“Why do you think I’m outside?”
“Come back inside with me, we’ll talk about this later.”
“No, we’re going to talk about this now,” she said as she pushed him away from her again. “Not later. Now. Because I’ve been thinking about going back to New Orleans and just let you live your life here.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I don’t want to, no, but I’ve been thinking about it. The urge got less after Kol’s return,” she admitted. “But while I’ve got you back, I’ve lost most of the people I had started to care for. Because of you. They think that I’ve changed. But I haven’t. I just didn’t have to get really angry with them before you came back, guess they don’t like that. And all I have is you. And Kol. And you still haven’t commented on my dress!”
“You do look ravishing,” he nodded.
“Yeah, that didn’t sound genuine,” she shook her head. “Look, you need to start treating me as your wife again. It’s not like I haven’t given you enough space for you to realise that you’re not treating me as your wife. I’m not going to wait another 25 years, Klaus.”
“I promise, I’ll do better,” he pulled her back into his arms.
“I want the Klaus back before all this,” she muttered into his embrace. “Is that too much to ask?”
“No, sweetheart, you’re absolutely right,” he softly kissed the top of her head. “I’ll do better, I promise. You have my word. Now, would you please join me for a dance?”
“This isn’t over.”
“What else is there to discuss?”
“We’ll discuss that later, I don’t want to ruin your night.”
“Myriam.”
“Your mother.”
“What about my mother?”
“I feel as if she’s up to something.”
“I know.”
Myriam looked up at him in surprise. “You do?”
“Which is why I’ve been trying to get closer to her, but it’s always her and Finn. The only time when I get some time alone with her is when I throw a tantrum,” he replied, a sigh. “As much as I wish to believe that she’s forgiven me for what I’ve done, I can’t help but remember how she was the one who put the curse on me, and how she hated us after creating us. I was actually wondering if one of your pets might have picked up on something.”
“No, she’s shielded. Whatever she’s doing in her room, they can’t penetrate,” she replied as she kept looking at him. “You knew? Why didn’t you say something?”
“To protect you.”
“Klaus.”
“Honest,” he laughed a little. “And I think she’s the reason why Caroline is here. She wants to test our bond, Myriam. And I think that when we’re not going inside for that dance, she’ll think she’s won.”
“I need a drink before we dance,” she rolled her eyes at him. “Just remember, I’m your wife.”
After they showed unity with a few dances, Myriam went to get a few drinks and saw Rebekah and Kol scheming. As expected. She was going to stay out of it, whatever it was, someone was going to get hurt. After her third drink, she went back to Klaus, linking her arm through his as he mingled with the guests.
“Myriam! Why haven’t you attended any more of the council meetings?” Mayor Lockwood asked.
“Ah, well, uhm… with the agreement that you and Klaus have in place, I don’t think that the council need me anymore? Unless… you’re reconsidering the deal?”
“No, of course not, I mean…”
“You only wanted me around for my knowledge about herbs. Wolfsbane and vervain, right? Didn’t I provide you with enough knowledge?”
“Yes…”
“Madame Mayor, I think what Myriam is trying to say is that you and I have a deal, a good one for Mystic Falls. There’s no need for her further involvement,” Klaus smiled, knowing how much Myriam hated the council and for roping her in. “Of course, should you require her assistance, she’d be more than willing to help. But I assure you, she wishes to keep Mystic Falls as safe as we do. She has been, after all, been a part of your town for a long time.”
“Of course. I-I’m sorry I asked.”
Myriam watched as Elena went upstairs with Finn to see Esther and attached a tiny demon to Elena to spy, to attempt to anyway, because everything Myriam had tried so far, had gone down poorly. At least Klaus and Kol were well protected with two of her strongest demons on them. Just like the one she had put on Klaus when they were separated and who had physically directed Klaus to her when she was dying.
Even if the demon wouldn’t be able to communicate with Myriam immediately, she was sure that it would be able to relay everything to her once Elena would get out of that room.
“What are you up to?” Klaus wondered as he lead Myriam back towards the bar.
“I was thinking of buying a little cactus in a cute little pot and to name it after you because you’re a prick.”
“I thought you forgave me!”
“I told you, this wasn’t over. First, you need to prove yourself to me. And then, I might forgive you,” she said simply as she took her glass of wine and downed it in one go. “One more dance?”
