Mikaelson One Shots

Hunted- Tristan

I hadn't seen Tristan in over 500 years. We were sort of a thing in the 11th century, but we got separated by the bloody Mikaelsons. I had become a vampire, and spent the past 975 years looking for him.

I was walking the streets of New Orleans, looking for any sign of any vampire. New Orleans was known as the Vampire Capital of the United States. So far, I hadn't seen any. I then felt arms grab me, and pull me into a hug. Reluctantly, I hugged them back.

"Play along or they might take us both." It was Tristan. Finally at long last.

"Why are we hugging?"

"I'm being hunted by the Mikaelsons, and they think you're human."

"Well, let's go to my apartment, and we can talk there." He slowly pulled away from me, and we locked hands. I led us to my apartment, and I locked the door behind us.

"Now, will you tell me what's going on?"

"The prophecy predicts they will fall by friend, family and foe."

"And this prophecy was spoken by..."

"A witch, Lucien's." I nodded my head, knowing what he was capable of.

"I've missed you, y/n." I pulled him closer, and our lips met. It was the best feeling I had felt in centuries, and I was not about to let this feeling go.