5,592 B.C
Niklaus POV:
It's been 6 years since I asked Bjorn to learn more about the humans. Fortunately, it seems he has begun to see them in a similar light to me. Unfortunately, our family has begun to watch him more closely. It seems that while they could barely tolerate my rebellion, they held back due to my strength. Bjorn doesn't possess the same power as I. I am worried that something may happen to him. Our family may prove to be the brutes that I know they are. I hope it doesn't come to that.
5,591 B.C
Bjorn is dead. My father assured me that it was simply an accident. He got too deep in over his head in a fight.
I know that they are lying to me.
Bjorn may be an idiot, but he has never been one to fight losing battles. It would not surprise me if our brothers ambushed him. Perhaps our father played a hand in this as well. I will find out.
5,590 B.C
I am certain that my family killed Bjorn. Elijah and Stefan let it slip during a late night of drinking. Yes, we can get drunk. It happens when we take in too much blood at once. That isn't the point.
I already have a plan to get revenge, and it will grant me passage out of this coven while I'm at it.
I am going to kill our father.
5,588 B.C
My plan is nearing completion. I have been steadily feeding our father animal blood over the past 2 years. Not a lot of it, not enough for him to notice. Just a little mixed into his drink every time he asks for one. I have noticed that our strength declines when we drink blood from anything except a human. Our eyes change. I have noticed the golden flicker in my father's eyes on numerous occasions. His strength seems to be declining. Not enough for anyone to notice, but enough to give me a chance. One that I intend to take. It is almost time.
6 months later
It is time. My father's strength has waned enough for me to kill him. My brothers will not be able to help him. I could beat them all with little difficulty. I have been hunting other vampires over the past few years. I wanted to find a weakness. I found one.
Fire
As long as I tear apart the body and set it alight, it will kill him completely.
Regardless of my confidence, I will wait until he is drunk. I will not risk everything for something as simple as pride in my strength.
Later that night
I stalk towards my father's room. Yet again, I can't help but wonder about the architecture of our home. Where does he get the ideas for things like this?
I am getting sidetracked.
My brothers are all out hunting. Father and I are the only ones here. Perfect.
As I walk towards his room, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
I have prepared fully for this night. I carry everything I need for a fire. Before this evening, I bit myself. Injected enough venom to turn 100 humans. I flushed out all the influence my father had on me.
Ironic that the first person I would turn to would be myself.
Tonight, I will avenge my brother and gain my freedom.
I still can't help but worry. My father possesses strange strength. I have even heard him talking from time to time, even when I know there is nobody in the room with him. I will keep my guard up; I have no idea what tricks he has in store for me.
I arrive at my father's door, take a deep breath, and push it open.
He sits upon his throne, as usual. I'm not fully convinced he ever leaves it. I can feel the danger radiating off of him, yet it is not as pronounced as usual. If before that danger told me to stay as far away as possible, now it tells me to keep my guard up, yet I still have a chance.
"Why have you disturbed me, Niklaus?" His deep voice echoes around the room.
He was always a large man. Not as large as Bjorn, but at least half a foot taller than I am. His black hair cascaded down his back, and his piercing red eyes seemed like they could see right through me. He wore a black robe with golden designs snaking up the sides. Where does he get this shit?
"I have come for your head, father", I reply, careful not to let my nerves show through my voice.
He looks at me for a moment, as if in nostalgia, "I should've known. I didn't exactly hide Bjorn's cause of death from you."
He steps forward, "Do you truly believe you are capable of killing me, boy?"
I look straight into his eyes, my rage building after he mentions my brother.
"I know I am capable. I have prepared for this day for decades. You simply gave me the catalyst I needed to enact my plan."
He holds my gaze for a moment before reaching next to his throne. He pulls up a straight, fully black sword, with 'Heavenly Demon' inscribed on the blade in red letters.
Again, where the fuck does he get this shit?
I see the arrogance in his gaze. Despite his weakened state, he still believes himself to be above everyone. I can work with that.
"Even in my weakened state, you stand no chance against me. Surrender now, and I will allow you to continue your pitiful life."
My jaw clenches at his words. His arrogance is still so overbearing, like he was born to rule the world, regardless of what anyone else says.
I prepare to attack, yet his speed still catches me off guard. I am sent flying back into the wall, a slight indent in the middle of my chest.
"If I had used my sword, you would already be dead", I am so graciously informed by the bastard in front of me.
"That's not happening again", I snarl
"We'll see"
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We have been fighting for over an hour. Everything I do is matched by him. Even after being weakened, he is still matching me in both speed and strength, probably stamina as well. I need to end this, but I don't know how. He copies every move I have. I am seeing him, no matter how impossible, use all the gifts of my brothers. How?
I think I finally understand why he was so happy to see our gifts. Why he got a certain child-like glee from it. Why he looks like a child who just received the perfect present. He is able to copy our gifts. I don't know how he does it, and I don't know why. I don't even care, but it makes him very difficult to fight. He is basically a perfect warrior with all our gifts combined, excelling in every aspect of combat. I have noticed however that he only uses the gifts from the people in our coven, perhaps that is some kind of restriction? He is also avoiding using Marcel's strength or my speed. Is it a trump card, or a restriction? I will find out.
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We are thrown apart again. The entire house had been reduced to rubble long ago. We have destroyed the surrounding forest. I have noticed things. Every time he uses my gift or Marcel's, his body shows visible recoil. He may have our gifts, but his body is unfit to use them properly. I can use this. If I can force him into a battle of speed, I can push his body into destroying itself.
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I have been using my speed more regularly. Not enough for him to catch onto my plan, but enough for his body to take enough damage. His speed and strength have been slowing steadily for the better part of 30 minutes. I can't keep this up much longer. If my brothers return while this battle is still ongoing, I will lose simply due to numbers. I increased my speed once again, as did he in order to match me. We clash countless times in the short span of 10 seconds.
Regardless of the situation, I can't help but feel a rush. This is exactly what I've been waiting for. A strong opponent. Someone who can push me, help me break through my limits. A battle that can excite my whole battle, balancing on the edge of death.
I push harder and harder, my speed reaching newer heights, my copy becoming more seamless. I can switch between styles easier now, everything becomes smoother. I can feel myself on the verge of a breakthrough. That breakthrough will lead to my victory.
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Our battle has slowed. Even by vampire standards we are practically invisible with the speeds we are moving at, but we are both visibly slowing. My plan has been working though. I can see his complexion grow even paler. Visible cracks have shown on his skin. A slight stumble in his step, almost invisible, tells me that me plans has worked.
We have clashed more than I can count, but I can feel it. Every cell in my body is trembling in anticipation. My copy seems to be working more and more perfecting. Until finally, Everything seems to click into place.
Like the perfect puzzle that I didn't even realise was unfinished.
I leap backwards, out of my father's range. I close my eyes to examine my body. Nothing has changed physically, yet I feel as if my entire existence has been re-written.
I slowly open my eyes to look back at my father. As I do shadows connect inside my mind. 10s, 100s, 1000s. Everything I've ever copied, seamlessly joining together. As if my copy ability has become perfect. Can gifts evolve? I'll have to look into this later.
As the aura surrounding me becomes more pronounced, my father seems shaken. He looks at me with wide eyes. I hear him whisper, "That's not possible. This was never shown before."
I smirked at him, "I live to surprise"
I dash at him again, now radiating a tangible purple aura. All of my moves perfectly joining together. Hundreds of different styles used in perfect unison. My 'Perfect Copy'.
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My father is falling behind. For every attack he uses, I have hundreds of responses available. While we are equal in physique, I am now superior in technique. The difference is fully visible. He is growing more panicked. More desperate. More erratic.
I smile at the development. I feel like I could fight him even at his peak. This weakened state feels like nothing to me now. I'm going to finish this.
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My father is on his last legs. His body is riddled with damage. His panic and desperation have turned into something suspiciously similar to acceptance. He can't use my gift or Marcel's anymore. Elijah's compulsion never worked on me to begin with. Stefan's ability isn't working either, my mind is too strong to let him have control of my emotions. It would be too risky to use Bjorn's gift when his damage is already so high. Damon's ability simply shows the best way to attack, something that matters little when the skill difference is so large. His only remaining option is Kol's telekinesis, something I have been watching out for since the beginning, and which I am fast enough to evade.
It's time to end this.
I push my speed to the absolute maximum, ignoring any pain, and I charge at him. I tear off an arm before he can react. The sudden loss of balance allows the to take the other just as easily. I flip him upside down to take his leg. In a mere instant, I have rendered him helpless. Not wishing to risk it I light a fire as quickly as possible.
Strangely, I feel no satisfaction from watching his death. No peace, no happiness. Just calm. Like I can finally close this chapter of my story and move onto the next.
As I move to leave, I hear something. A faint whisper. My father's final words. Perhaps a small sense of duty makes me stay to hear them. However, after they are over and his body has been destroyed, I can't make any sense of them. It was a call for help, but who the fuck is 'system'?
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As I'm leaving, I feel multiple people approaching. My brothers. 'Former' brothers. I am leaving this place and those 'people'. They surround me, all glaring daggers at me.
"What the fuck did you do?!" Elijah demands. My anger surges. He has never been stronger than me. Who does he think he is, demanding things of me now?
I pause for a moment to think. Why am I so angry? My emotions have been surging since my father died. Another question for later, I suppose.
"What does it look like, brother? I helped this world be rid of a tyrant, that's all."
All of my brothers look enraged.
"How dare you!"
"After all he did for us!"
"He was our father!"
I am losing my patience.
"SILENCE!" I roar. All of them flinch. The shout felt far more powerful than it should've. It affected them more than it should've as well.
"He is dead because I deemed he must die. If any of you wish to take revenge, I welcome all challengers. Make no mistake, however, this will be a battle to the death."
All of them look unsure of themselves. Niklaus just killed their father, the strongest man in the world. Even if they win, how many would they lose? Which of them would they lose? No-one wants to die simply because they were unlucky, or because they rushed in first.
They all stood, slightly stepped back. I gave a grim chuckle.
"You are all cowards. You dare demand things of me without any power to back up your words. This is why I killed father. This entire family is a group of pathetic weaklings who rely on prestige rather than their own strength. At least father fought me until the end. All of you simply relied on his strength to run wild. The only truly strong brother I had was Bjorn, and yet you cowards ambushed him, 5-against-1, and act like that makes you unstoppable."
I stare at all of them, and release as much killing intent as possible, "From now on, you will all stay out of my way. If I so much as see any of you, it will be your last day alive. Do I make myself clear?"
They all hesitated, and then nodded reluctantly.
"Good, well then. Goodbye brothers, may we never speak or see each other again!" I shout while walking away, waving a hand slightly over my shoulder.
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Everybody dispersed, and stories began to be spread across the world, to all vampires who would listen. Stories about the Originals, the Demon, the Traitor,
The Kingslayer
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[I know I got a bit cringey at the end there, but couldn't resist a title drop]
[Bjorn was a bit short-lived, but I needed an emotional catalyst to finally cut ties with his family for good. His brothers will be back, but not as allies, probably]
[Yes, if you couldn't tell, Niklaus' father was a transmigrator. I needed a way to introduce vampires that wasn't something overdone like witches. I always found the idea funny that someone would reincarnate into a world, and die before the story even begins because of their arrogance. He named his 'sons' like that simply because they are vampires]
[Niklaus' origin is done. Something has happened to his gift and something has changed within him. All will be explained during canon via flashbacks. I will take probably 1-2 chapters to introduce his daughter properly before we get into canon, and then we can get into the good stuff]