The Originals; Pureblood

Chapter 2

"It feels rather weird to be able to sit down and not worry about our lives." Rebekah stated as she walked into the living room. There was Elijah and Klaus engrossed in playing chess and Hayley and Freya reading a fairly tale to Hope.

"Well then," Klaus started as he moved one of his black pawns, "lets cherish this moment of peace, shall we?" The moment he looked up and smirk at Rebekah, Elijah moved his queen in front of Klaus' king. "Checkmate, Niklaus."

Klaus look back at the chess board wide eyed. He then look back at Elijah irritated. "And this is a reason why I don't like playing chess with you." Klaus point his finger angrily at Elijah who only raised his eye brow at him.

"Look at your father, Hope. Getting angry over nothing." Freya smirked at Klaus who only glared in her direction.

"Don't start with me, Freya."

Freya, on the other hand waved her hand off and turn back to Hope.

Klaus was about to say a sassy come back but closed his mouth when his little princess giggled, as if the current situation was hilarious.

"Awww"

Hope was the child of the two hybrids; Klaus and Hayley. Then there were Klaus' siblings, the original vampires; Elijah, Rebekah, Kol and Flynn. Ah but lets not forget about the oldest out of all of the Mikaelson family; Freya the witch.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash followed by screams from down stairs. Alarmed, Klaus and Elijah stood up and run downstairs with their vampire speed. There they saw Marcel and few other vampires fighting with zombies?

"What is going on here?!" Klaus yelled as he ripped a head from one of the creatures.

"You tell me!" Marcel said back, snapping the neck of another zombie-like creature. "They walked here like they had own the place and just attacked us."

After defeating all of the monsters, Elijah, Klaus and Marcel looked around feeling utterly surprised.

"How dare they attack us?!" Klaus spat angrily pointing at all the bodies laying on the ground.

"Niklaus-"

Elijah start to speak but was soon interrupted by the dead bodies moving. Their ripped heads, arms and legs start to join each other again and soon after the creatures stood up good as new.

"What the...?" Marcel raised his eye brow at loss of words when he saw what happened. He could swore they were all dead, so how come they are still standing? What kind of magic is that?

Before any of the vampires could attack an unfamiliar voice stopped them.

"βρυκόλακας, stop."