Lucien

“You mean that? And I don’t plan on staying long. I was hoping Scar would be home?”

“And the sophisticated Mr. Castle is actually out and about here. Last place I’d expect you to be,” she spoke as she did her best to tease him back. They both had secrets of their own and she knew better than to go spilling his news around and she hoped he knew the same as well. “I am quite curious though. Did you come here with your family or are you just trying to find some enjoyment in this maze?”

He smirked at Freya’s attempt to tease him, shrugging it off with a roll of his eyes. He’d grown used to the witch because if it had been almost anyone else, he probably wouldn’t have let them escape their own words without a few less teeth. Instead, he stepped up to her, speaking delicately, “The second option sounds much more preferable.”

The vampire delighted herself with the feeling of FINALLY drinking from the vein (she hated the taste of those awful blood bags), she was practicing her own self-control when it came to take too much, her victim was already dizzy when she took her mouth away from the teeth, lips tainted crimson blood. “LEAVE, forget this happened, you had far too many drinks at the bar.”

And with some of her blood on his system, the young man parted to his home, green orbs settle on his back as she brushed the blood from her lips with her thumb when she feels a stare on her direction.

“What? Can’t a girl have some alone time?”

Klaus nodded, a tiny smirk playing on the ends of his lips. He didn’t wait to enter his home like it were his own, letting his eyes wonder. “Tell me, friend, what has the uncivilized savage that is Lucien Castle done to occupy his time?” 

Lucien watched as Klaus came in, himself moving to a table with a bottle of bourbon and a few clear glasses on it. As he poured himself a glass, he listened to Klaus’ words. “Well you see, I just find anything to occupy the boring wisp of time I have here, bourbon,” he lifted his drink, “is just to start the day.”

Freya had decided to come to the corn maze today since she had received a day off for having covered another woman’s shift last week. So here she was, well into the maze and having gone off course a little. To be honest the woman didn’t mind since she could wisp herself if she needed. However, when she turned around she noticed a familiar figure. “Ah, Lucien.”

“Freya.” He reciprocated her tone, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips. “Surprise, the Mikaelson witch takes a day off her sophisticated job to come to a corn maze.” There was something about teasing her that made Lucien chuckle, as he didn’t often get to use peoples secrets to his own agenda. He recalled considering it fun on more than one occasion, it seemed some things would never change.

When Elena heard a voice appear next to her, Lucien had been one of the last people that she expected to see–however, it could have been someone worse. “This thing is going to go one of two ways; it’s either going to be a nice getaway for everyone and a chance to do something fun with the family, or it’s going to be a complete disaster and end far worse than anyone expects.” She said softly as she looked over at him. “We’re all stuck together anyways, why not make the best of it?”

“Making the best out of it would actually be not coming.” 

“I aspire to catch up, mate. All innocent spirits. But the longer you make me wait, the more antsy I’ll grow. And we both know how low my tolerance for patience is.”

“Of course we do.”

“ As my father, it’s pretty much your job to flatter me. ”

“It’s more of a privilege than a job, if anything.”

“I don’t believe anything, but I’m taking the precaution. Consider it a friendly warning. Now, tell me about this agenda you have.”

“Well, Hayley Mikaelson, what would be the fun in having a hidden agenda if it were to be shared with the world?”

“Hi Lucien. Everything alright?” she asked, concern showing in her expression as she asked him. She knew he was one of many that wasn’t happy about being stuck in town, but at this point, it was something she was used to. “Just thought I’d stop by and all…”

“Perfectly dandy.” He moved back toward the small table in his living room, grabbing a glass and pouring a clear liquid into it. Obviously vodka. With the loud, annoying festivities outside his walls, he figured he’d need some. “You can come in, if you’d like, plenty of this good ol’ thing for the both of us.” With his words, he raised his glass.

Elijah didn’t even look up from his book when Lucien spoke, not even reacting. He blinked and sighed, turning his page, not saying anything for a long moment before he finally opened his mouth. “I do hope you’re using the term ‘friend’ loosely,” he murmured. “As for Niklaus…I can’t say I’ve seen him.”

“You brood so much, Elijah. You need to find a different hobby, if we’re speaking openly in terms of truth.” He began forward, stepping up to where the Original sat. Lucien glanced upon the words Elijah was reading, chuckling, “But ah, Elijah, the Original with- what’s that term - class, is it? I believe it is. The Original with class, I don’t believe such a figure could do anything but brood about.”

“Look–all I’m saying is maybe this whole ‘edge of town, pumpkin patch, corn maze, get away’ thing isn’t such a bad idea after all.” Elena said as she started to walk towards the tractor that would be taking them all across town. “It might actually be nice to take a break from everything for a little bit and actually have some fun.” She added as she climbed into the back of the tractor and sat on top of an empty hay bale. “What could go wrong?”

“It’s fall, Halloween, cold air, all that stuff and such, it makes these things happen all around, at the same time, usually things don’t go wrong. That isn’t to say it’s not a bad idea.” Lucien hadn’t intended to walk next to Elena, let along talk to her. He didn’t originally want to attend any of the towns festivities, but as his boredom grew with the town, his need to put his attention into something else did as well. “Who’s to say this,” he glanced about at the tractor and the others that had piled on before pushing himself up and onto the hay that would be his new seat, “will be any fun? Coop a bunch of people together, like a herd of wild boars, let alone people that have been together already for so long, and see what happens. It’s more of an experiment than anything else.”

“Just a fair warning to behave. I would hate to see your fate if you decided to mess with my husband or one of my children.”

“All these years since New Orleans and you still believe I’d want to angry someone connected to a Mikaelson.”

“Why don’t you be a good house guest and start with inviting me in.”

“And what would come if I invited you into my abode?”

“ Surely. I’ve some of my mother’s looks and definitely your attitude - for the most part. ”

“You and your mother both have an unfaltering beauty.”

Elijah sighed as he flipped the page in his book, not bothering to look up. He could feel someone there. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked quietly.

“Perhaps you could point me in the direction of Nik, Elijah. Old friend.” He looked at Elijah, an almost invisible smirk on his lips.