Chapter Five: Niklaus

Nicklaus POV/

My name itself has been known to strike fear in the hearts of bigger and badder witches and vampires than this little girl. But here she is, with little to no fear of me. When I held her by the throat, I could have killed her. But I held no wish to, when I saw her looking into my eyes with more awe than fear. I found myself wanting to know more about her. This little red head with green eyes that held knowledge beyond her years. But now that I think about it, I had no name to go with the face of a child who fascinated me. She was the first in a long time to be a mystery to me. Yet when I held her eyes, it was like she could see all of me.

When she had said that her family wanted my power, and now she wanted my help, I didn't know what to think. Anger was the first thing, and I had moved to attack. However it was not her I wanted dead. It was that family of hers. But my brother and sister stopped me. It was likely for the best, if what she said was true, that they would just jump into a new body if I did then what was the point. But something told me not to let this girl be a part of any of this. She reminded me of myself, before I was turned. Sad, but just wanting to make everyone happy. After all she was only a child.

But no, she would help us end whatever it was that was starting, and she would live or die. And it would not be my problem. Somehow I felt I was wrong.

The next day, before the meeting. Still Nicks POV/

Where could that girl have gone? I had wanted to speak with her before the meeting to find a spell that my brother was holding. But she was not in her room. I stood in the court yard and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, and I could smell lavender and nutmeg. It was coming from my art room.

In a moment, I was standing in the doorway. She was sitting on the balcony of my art room. The morning light hit her red hair perfectly, and I had a sudden need to paint her. The way she looked so young and care free her face not marred by tears or scratches. (Rebekah must have given her, her blood.) She was looking at the Quarter below, and was writing in one of my sketchbooks. Normally, I would have been mad, but I had a need to know what she was writing.

"Take a picture it will last longer." She said not turning to look at me.

So she had known I was there. She truly was a powerful girl then. Though I'm not sure what to make of her backbone.

"I'd rather paint you, love."

"And I'd rather you not."

I was shocked. Did she not know that to have me want to paint her was an honor? It seemed she did not, but soon she would. I would have her begging me to paint her.

"What are you writing, love?" I asked. As it had been weighing on me to ask. She looked at me and then away again, but I saw the bright pink her cheeks became. Was she embarrassed?

"I write a little poetry. It takes my mind off of things." A single tear ran down her face.

"Well then let's hear it love." I asked hoping to keep from having a crying child.

"A pretty face is all you see

When you look at me

But there is so much more

Of me

Under what you can not see

A heart of gold or so I'm told

A mind to behold

Creativity yet untold

This pretty face is not much to hold

For I will grow old

But my mind will still be yet untold

Even as the years unfold."

I was stunned. One so young could write like that. She had passion; she had a way with her words that made you want to hear more. It made him wonder what it would be like to see her draw. But also made him want to make her poem untrue, and have her never grow old.

"That's very good, love."

"Rose." She said, still not looking at me.

"What was that, love?"

"Rose, my name is Rose Evergreen."

"Well then Rose, lets not keep my brother Elijah waiting. He hates when things and people are late."

With that I walked from the room. Thinking that name fit her very much.

She truly seemed to hold no fear of me. If anything, she seemed indifferent to me. But that was likely my doing. I know that I am not very good with first meetings, or people at all. But something in me wanted to go back and be more welcoming to her. To have been kinder. Ha, me kind? I can not remember a time, since I was a child, that I have been kind to anyone.

I knew that she was following me back to Elijah's office. I could hear her foot steps behind me in almost perfect rhythm with my own. When we finally got to my brother's office, he looked at me oddly; when he saw that Rose was with me. When his eyes moved to her, I could see him trying to find if I have done anything to her.

"So Elijah what plan have you come up with in solving our little problem?" I said, as I made my way to the bottle of scotch.

"I had forgotten to ask what spell was used to bring them back. But I am hoping that with the help of our mother's Grimoire, we will find what we are looking for."

"Well then we must ask. Rose, love what spell was used?" I said turning to look at her.

I saw the shock that passed over my brother's face; that I knew her name when he did not. It made me smirk.

"*Et potentia et scientia, et mortui, qui nobis vitam tibi dabo. It was done when the moon and sun became one. I heard what was said back too, it was: **Tibi nunc audimus et potestas, et vivere vita nostra, non tua, Deus, voluntatem tuam."

Her Latin was very good for one so young, but the words she said gave me the feeling her family knew what they where getting into more then she knows. And that could only make things worse.

After a few hours of watching them look through the Grimoire, it seemed they may have found something helpful.

"I'm not sure if I'm reading this right, but I think this may be what we need." Rose said to Elijah.

She passed the page to him and he read it over, his Latin being better then hers.

"I think you may be right."

"Well do enlighten us then. What does it say?" I asked, not liking the way they seemed to work together so well in so little time.

"It says that I have to find this plant called Echinacea paradoxa or a Yellow coneflower. It's a yellow flower that looks rather wilted; if I remember right. But it's very rare and hard to find. I have to mix it with my blood, and put it on them somehow and say the spell:

***Tumultus mentis et corporis, et solum mens et animus et separavi vos pereatis simul . Ludificatust atque te, ut jam mundi Nullius apud eos superbia."

And so the hunt for this rare flower began.

*Those who have died, give us power and knowledge, and we will give you life. ** We hear and give you power now, the life you live now ours, your will no longer yours. ***Bind soul and body, mind and heart and only death may set you apart. This world you may no longer resided with your fooled and misguided pride.

Rose's POV before nick found her/

I sat on the bed that I had been given to sleep on and looked out the window in to what could have been any night. The moon was big and full shining down happily on the city. But all it did was remind me of the times my father would spend out side with me looking at stars.

The reminder of my father hurt like I had been kicked in the chest. Just thinking about my family and the happy times we had together made me cry all over again. But I knew I had to be strong, so I made myself a promise that I would find a way to save my family without crying. Without acting as if I had no hope, after all I had the Originals on my side right? What could go wrong?