Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 50: brotherhood of the damned

"NIKLAUS." Elijah greeted in surprise, walking up behind him.

Klaus was standing in the middle of the room with his eyes closed. He opened them and turned around to face his brother, confused as to what was going on considering he was just in the church with Davina.

Kol walked around a wooden pole, noticed his brothers' presence and frowned in confusion. "You two." He commented with wide eyes, also confused because he had just been in the Mikaelson compound.

Ingrid walked toward them with a raised eyebrow, glancing around the room in perplexity. "What is happening?"

She and Klaus shared odd looks as Elijah looked at his family, annoyed and on edge. "What is this?"

Kol paused and walked toward the wall, seeing of the heads of a deer and a fox mounted on the wall and looked unnerved. "It's a chambre de chasse. A hunt room. It's where witches bring their prey for mental target practice. Our bodies are in the real world, laid on the floor, whilst our minds are in here, represented by these creepy animal heads." He explained to them, looking between the heads on the walls.

"Not that I'm truly worried... but I was driving." Ingrid remarked with a tight lipped face and held her hands out at her sides.

Klaus gave them all an unimpressed expression and nodded his head. "Let me take a wild guess as to who is the author of this nightmare." He mused before raising his voice to a loud volume. "FINN! Show yourself!"

Finn entered the room through the front door and Klaus reached out to grab him in a choke-hold, but his hand couldn't come close enough to his throat. The eldest Mikaelson smiled and spoke calmly. "Save your strength. In here--" He laughed and gestured around the room. "-- I am untouchable. My magic, my rules. So, make yourselves at home. We're gonna be here for a while. At the very least, this prison is a bit more comfortable than the box you held me in for..." He paused and thought about it for a brief moment. "Almost nine hundred years?"

"Eight hundred ninety-eight years, four months, and eleven days." Ingrid answered with a bitter smile then waved her hand side to side. "If you're looking for the hour count, I didn't keep track of that one. My apologies."

Klaus smirked and gestured to the walls. "The heads are a nice touch. Let me guess--" He pointed to the wolf head hanging behind him and laughed in amusement. "I'm the big, bad wolf?" He questioned curiously and gestured to the other heads representing his family. "Kol, the wily fox. Elijah is the noble stag, Ingrid, the courageous snow leopard, and you, fittingly enough, are the boar! Bit obvious, as far as symbolism goes..." Klaus trailed off with a smirk and Ingrid laughed.

"Are you a boar or a bore?" Ingrid questioned mockingly and the younger brothers snickered quietly.

Klaus turned his attention to Finn and sighed in annoyance. "Why are we here? Don't tell me-- it's about Mother? I didn't force her to drink blood and betray everything she holds dear. That was her choice." He argued sternly, defending his actions.

"This isn't about Mother, this is about you. I want you to know how it feels to be powerless! So, I'm going to take the thing that matters most to you--" Finn explained with a blank face then smirked widely. "--the city you've come to love so much."

Elijah rolled his eyes in annoyance and glanced at him. "Are we quite done here? You will release us now." He demanded urgently.