#mikael

Days later Pierre found his way to the house he was given the address to. He took a moment before he walked into the house. "Well, I'm in possession of a stake fashioned from the wood of the ancient white oak tree. The one that left these ashes when it burned." He heard Mikael, good sign, on top of being able to enter the house, that he had the right place.

"Where is it?"

"The knowing of its location is my insurance policy."

"Against what?"

"You leaving this in my heart. You see, a vampire can't dagger an original without dying. So...it falls to you." He held out the dagger to a woman with a familiar face.

"You're going to die... again?" Pierre asked.

"Klaus?" The girl said stepping back.

"Pierre." He corrected immediately, eyebrows drawn together. "I'm not... like that." He said simply.

"He's better vampire, and not a beast, and nor is he my wife's son." He said, "Pierre, since when did you question my plans?"

"Since you died the first time and your compulsion went away." He said slowly.

"New. But I can make you correct your attitude another way if you wish?"

"... No, sorry. You know what you're doing." He agreed.

"Better." He said simply, "this time, wake me."

"Of course." He agreed and watched as the girl took the dagger and drove it into his heart.

He was sat with Rebekah after the call was over and she kept looking at him. Well, almost staring, he sighed, "can help you?" He asked her.

"Are you his... pet?"

"I'm his." He said simply. "That, all he ever put it as. His Boy." He told her.

"You realise he's going to kill my Brother, who looked exactly like you... a couple years older. Nik doesn't keep his curls." She said and knocked a curl slightly.

"He likes my hair longer."

"You do what he says?"

"He compelled me, since I was... 18? Hard to break that." He said with a smile, "I know its not healthy. I don't know anyone else who'll have me. Well there was... another Rebekah, she wanted a pet, turned me." He said lightly. "I think... its a bit of a blur. Her and her brothers only stayed a day or two after that."

"Hmm, well, I guess I can see that. I haven't undaggered my brothers because it would make Klaus mad." She offered.

"He's going to be dead. Why don't you do it now?" He asked and before she could answer there was a cough as Mikael woke.

"Finally. Took you long enough." Rebekah said and Mikael turned to her with a whisper of her name, pleased? awed? Pierre's not used to that expression, it could easily be Love. "Whatever fatherly rubbish you're thinking, save it. Nothing you say matters to me."

"I see." He said, the expression shuttering to neutral. "Where's my dagger?"

Pierre held it out but Rebekah grabbed it. "You can forget your plans of using it on me." She snapped.

"I was Never after you."

"Nik was my family." She corrected him. "If you were after him, you were after me."

"He blinded you, Rebekah. He killed your mother!"

She pushed to her feet immediately. "I know what he did," she said, anger calm but obvious in her words. "and he'll pay for it with his life. But Nik was not born a killer- none of us were! You did this to us when you turned us into vampires! You destroyed our family." She got incredibly close. "Not him."

She started to walk past him then came back and pulled Pierre to his feet where he'd been frozen wide eyed. "Rebekah." Mikael said in warning.

"I'm borrowing him and waking my brothers. You can have your Boy back after." She said.

"You're going to get me in serious trouble when he's mad he Hurts, and I already left him in a coffin for 15 years." He told her in an annoyed whisper even as he drove as she directed him.

"Yes, father can be rather brutal in his beatings with Nik."

"One time I offered another man my blood and I was chained to the bed for a month without blood. And he figured out how to Bruise a vampire." He told her flatly.

"... 'the bed', you mean Your bed."

"No?"

"Were you Screwing my father?"

He stayed quiet, "this turn?"

They turned into a truck lot. "I can't believe you fucked my father."

"I'm not a top." He said simply as they walked. She went to open a truck and he moved a hand and it quickly pushed up before she touched it.

"... I'm not addressing either of those things." She said flatly.

"Out of a... very old bardic curiosity, is it upset because I look like Niklaus and he chose me... you wish he found a double of yours?"

"No. Ew."

"Genuine question, because if it was, its because I'm also a witch. He liked my magic." She hummed and got into the truck and opened the coffin and pulled out the dagger, then the same with the one by it. "No Finn?" He asked as she finished.

"You know about us?"

"Mhmm, he talked about you." He offered, "of having his children back, having his family together once more."

Rebekah just looked at him curious and didn't seem to be able to make up her mind on her thoughts on the idea. There was a knock on the metal and both turned seeing that Elijah was now out of his coffin.

"Niklaus decided to wake us?"

"I decided to wake you." Rebekah corrected, "should we wake Finn?"

Elijah's eyes moved to Pierre who decided against commenting, of correcting the assumption this them. Then Elijah spoke, "perhaps once we know he won't bring father upon us." He said simply. "Or we've settled." He said as he got out of the truck. "Did you happen to bring blood with you?"

Rebekah grabbed Pierre's hand to pull it up to 'offer' Elijah his wrist and Pierre's eyes went wide. Elijah seemed surprised. "Rebekah-" Pierre started but Elijah took the wrist and bit down so Pierre stopped and bit the inside of his lip to stop a audible reaction, Elijah's eye's moved to meet his. He kept the gaze on him purposefully, and a little too like Mikaels for his own good.

Elijah pulled away slowly as Kol coughed behind him, "if Elijah gets a bite, do I?" He asked and Rebekah was the one giving a positive response for him. Kol was already in front of him and he gave up on getting a say and tilted his head to offer his throat.

Kol was gentler then Mikael but he gripped his waist tighter, like he was worried he'd pull away. Mikael never did that when he fed. Kol pulled back slowly, "well that a pretty new thing from you, Nik!" He said as he wiped blood from his lips.

"Because it's not Nik." Rebekah said casually, amused.

Pierre turned to her as his hand came up to pull at his now stained t-shirt. "You want me in trouble."

"It's a little amusing." She said simply.

"Wait-"

"Pierre de Troyes." He cut off Elijah's question. "Not Nik, Not Klaus, Not the Hybrid. I'm a musician, a Bard."

Elijah hummed and his eyes scanned over him. "Where did you come from."

Pierre Almost pouted, a habit Mikael had certainly fixed that Early in their relationship, as he turned to Rebekah. "You want to tell him the situation?"

She opened her mouth and stopped. "... He's fathers pet." She told them.

"Your Sister helped call Klaus to get back for Mikael to kill him." He clarified. "Likely at Homecoming."

"Well, that's certainly a plan." Elijah said after a moment.

"The whole supernatural world knows you were planning to kill him last year too." Pierre added. "I'm a witch, and I was with Mikael. I know all the plans against Niklaus Mikaelson."

All three looked uncomfortable.

"Right... so are we stopping father? Or are we seeing how the plan goes?" Kol asked.

"I have an apartment!" Pierre offered. "And there I can shower and, please, no one tell Mikael you bit me."

Rebekah hid a laugh and Elijah raised an eyebrow but nodded. "What's your-"

"Let's just... go." Pierre cut him off and turned to leave.

He'd just finished drying his hair when Rebekah pushed him from the bathroom, just his towel around his waist. "I'm not dressed!"

"You're a man. deal with it."

He stared as the door was slammed in his face. "How... do you deal with her?" He asked Kol and Elijah.

"That's normal with a girl around." Kol offered. "No sister?"

"Only child... well, only one that survived. 12th century healthcare." He said as he went to find clothes.

"Tenth." Kol said casually.

"You had a witch. My mom was a 'broken' one." He said simply. "So was I. Her family disowned her." He explained as he pulled on a shirt, "she was sick."

"Right, sorry."

"It was 900 years ago. I'm healed." He said flatly as he dressed.

"I'm surprised we didn't notice you weren't our Niklaus." Elijah said casually.

"Oh?"

"Scars. He doesn't have them, you do."

"Ah, yeah, you have to be paying attention or see me naked, so..." He shrugged.

"People see you naked often?"

"No."

"Oh, Virgin?" Kol asked, amused. "Did father treat you like a puppy, a replacement for his kids?"

"No." He repeated. "Rebekah? You know going to this party is a bad idea, right?" He called.

"You and my father fucking is a bad idea, you still did it!" She called back.

"You're such a brat. How are You his favourite?" He returned immediately as he felt the other two stare at him.

"She's my favourite because she's my little girl." Mikael said as he walked in.

"... Sorry."

"No, she can forget herself." He waved him off. "You changed." He said, his eyes flicked over him, confused.

"I did." He nodded. "These are more comfortable, I showered."

"Hmm. We'll discuss it later."

"Is Rebekah right?" Kol asked after a moment of silence. "Are you and Nik's look alike sleeping together?"

"Pierre is mine." He said simply as motioned to him. Pierre walked to him, Pierre offered his arm and Mikael took it, feeding. He kissed him almost chastely afterwards. "My stake?" Pierre smiled and there was a rush of wind and he held it out to him. "Good boy." He said softly. "Now, all of you will stay here until my return. You too, Rebekah." He called, "those Salvatore boys are scheming." He was gone before anyone could complain.

"Oh, my god, you are our fathers pet." Kol said.

The smile and relaxed state disappeared from Pierre immediately. "No, I'm not."

"He treats you like a dog. You fetched something for him and he called you 'good boy'." He said flatly.

"He calls me that because it turns him on." He said flatly and got three immediate groans.

"It's not That much of a turn on." Elijah said flatly, "a thousand years and I've never had a partner ask for it."

Pierre looked to him, sat one leg crossed over the other, amused look on his face. Then Pierre moved to stand in front of him and his hand to his jaw, "I need you to be good for me and close your eyes." He said in a lower, slow but commanding voice. Elijah's eyes were closed and Pierre's other hand moved to the inside of his knee and tapped it fell flat, next to the other, he slipped on to his lap and tilted his head to one side, Elijah just let him. "Good boy," he said softly before he brushed a kiss across his throat before he bit down. Elijah let out a breathy but audible moan, then suddenly seemed to realise and pushed him from his lap.

He laughed as he pushed onto his elbows to look up at him, "not that much of a turn on? I was a few moments from you asking me to blow you with your brother in the room."

"He has you there, Elijah. You need the bathroom next?" He asked as Rebekah walked for the room. Elijah looked at Kol in annoyance. "I'm not the one turned on by our brothers double." He reminded him.

Elijah hummed and looked to Pierre, "I couldn't imagine my father would be pleased about That."

"... he was fine as long as they didn't Actually touch me."

"He enjoyed seeing you act like you were a stripper."

"I never stripped, Elijah."

"Escort."

Pierre looked at him annoyed. "Honey trap. I seduced them for blood, for me or him."

"Just men?"

"And women. My preference just tends to Lean Masculine." He told them as he stood. "Drink?" He asked them.

"Oh I have to drive." Rebekah said.

"No, Mikael said we stay here."

"He can't stop me."

He stared at he then there was a click of the door locking. "So, drink?" He asked again reaching for scotch and wine, "you can choose which."

"I'm not-"

"You are. Because he will use the damned dagger on you. And I will be hurt in response for not stopping you. Or Elijah will. Or Kol Will. You want a party at the risk of others? Just to watch another brother die?" He asked sharply.

"... Scotch is fine." She said and threw her bag to the side and fell into a seat. "Why is this place so small?"

"Because it turns out being compelled for centuries makes you a little iffy on big compulsion." He said with a shrug. "So I got a small place helped it out. Mikael had a bank account, so I borrowed it, took the building and now I fix it up and rent out so I can cover costs and fix things. Give people affordable lives." He said with a slightly proud smile.

"Oh, he's adorable." Kol said, "a version of our brother that likes Helping people. Still steals from father."

"Not adorable or stealing! I had access." He said quickly. "And I'm not Klaus." He told them and passed out drinks. "Please stop comparing me."

"You look like our brother, that's going to be hard."

"... If I kiss you will it be easier?" Kol tilted his head and looked genuinely in thought.

"Kol." Rebekah said in shock.

"What? You didn't see him with Elijah!"

"You really shouldn't be thinking about sharing our Fathers lover."

"I dunno, it could be fun."

Pierre hid a laugh as he sipped at his own drink.

It was dark when there was a knock on the door and Pierre moved to open it. Then he froze. So did the man on the other side.

"What the hell is this?" The man... Klaus asked.

Pierre closed the door and was at the other side of the room. "He's..."

Elijah moved to open the door again, "father?"

"Dead, by his own weapon." Klaus said as he stepped inside.

Pierre moved a hand to his mouth for a moment and instead fell into a chair, his hands moved into his hair. His knee started to bounce as he tried not to cry. He felt pathetic all over again.

He'd only had him back for a few days.

It had only been a week or so since they left when the man turned up.

He called him 'Niklaus'. Pierre knew the man didn't believe him at first, but it seems the magic that was so very New to him was what convinced him. Pierre watched him slam back and then he Ran.

The man had him slammed against the wall, hand on his throat, "What's your name?" Pierre felt himself relax and his name fell from his lips and the man's expression seemed to relax as well, looking please. "Do you have siblings?"

"I'm alone."

"Good." He said simply and then Pierre gasped in surprise as his fangs drove into his throat.

His name was Mikael, he was looking for his kids, five children. Pierre wasn't sure what he wanted from him, well, other than his blood.

But he did drag him along with him as he hunted. He pretended he didn't feel his heart skip at the pride in Mikaels eyes when he was hunting. The rare compliment kept him waiting for another, desperate and wanting.

Pierre likely wasn't as subtle as he wished he was because the first time Mikael kissed him after feeding from him he was sure he heard a 'good boy' and he didn't know why that made him press closer, clinging to him. Slowly that's when praise became most given, between moments Mikael fed from him, kissed him and as Mikael drew him into him bed.

He became addicted to those feelings, those words. So he did whatever he could to get it. Abandoning the his interest in painting and drawing when it made Mikael mad, his interest in music was something that seemed to calm him, make him smile. Well, Mikaels version of a smile, small, barely there, and would disappear if he knew you noticed it.

But his magic, something that woke when Lady Rebekah had changed him, that was something he continued to try and get him to do better with. Mentioning a woman, his wife in quiet comments, and told him that once they found his family they'd collect her grimoire and he could learn like she had.

"You'll have plenty of time to learn." He told him as he was working on his grimoire. Mikaels hand moved to his jaw to make him look up at him, "and you'll be my little witch, won't you?"

Pierre smiled and nodded, "of course, anything." He agreed

"Good boy." He said simply then tilted his head to one side, barely, then Pierre shifted to bare it to him, his lips parted as Mikael bit down and fed, Mikaels hand went to his hair, to pull sharply at it to gain a slightly pained gasp.

There life continue to go this way, he ignored the way they found others who looked like him and Mikael didn't hesitate to immediately kill them.

He pretend it didn't worry him, but Mikael would always remind him he didn't care, then he Didn't. Why would he, it wasn't him.

It was near the end of the 20th century when things fell apart. When he was killed.

Well not fully, temporary.

But that worry about Mikael killing his doubles, him taking him from his home, all those 'small' thing he compelled him to do or to forget? It all came back.

The worst part of it all is that Pierre really couldn't find it in himself to hate him.

Mikael compelled him, manipulated him, and used him like a personal blood bag.

He still Loved him.

Just what did that say about him, Mikael was right, he was pathetic. But, honestly, he didn't intend to fix the issue.

He really didn't know how, he leaned on the edge of of the stone coffin the witch had left him in. He moved a hand tracing over grey skin then just fixed his shirt collar under the chains that wrapped him tightly in a position that seemed to mock the vampires of media.

It was painful and amusing to realise someone so powerful was the one taken down by so Little.

Impressive really, even if the witch lost her own power in it. He knew that he watched the pain, he felt the energy leach from her.

He slowly, carefully, moved the lid over the coffin. He didn't know why he was worried that the man would know.