Throughout Eternity

An Originals AU.

The Mikaelsons have existed for centuries, and have been feared for just as long. Their name casts a shadow across any land they come to, and with that name comes a curse.

For many decades, Klaus Mikaelson believed he was truly cursed with the Mikaelson name. A bastard born Hybrid, an outcast, feared the most out of those who share the Mikaelson name, destined to lose anyone he loves... For who could ever truly love a monster?

Hayley Marshall has visions of a life now passed. Surrounded by witches in the French Quarter of New Orleans, she learns that the answers to her cursed dreams lay in a town in Virginia... But will this new path take her to her future, or to a past now forgotten?

Magic and time are tricksters in their own right, and with many fortunes can also come ill-tidings for the pair that are destined for eternity.

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"I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being as no end."

-Khalil Gibran

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Chapter One: Memoirs

New Orleans, Louisiana- 1702

The cold, salty breeze from the Atlantic drifted in a lazy fog through the streets of New Orleans. Ships were docked and horses were pulling carts through the streets, which were swarming with people.

A new ship cut through those icy waves, with its colors hoisted, bearing a golden crest stitched across a black sail. The crest was in a shape of a diamond with an X bisecting it, while the other side bore a large, stylized M over a coiled serpent. At the helm stood a tall gentlemen wearing a dark blue overcoat that matched the color of his eyes. His golden curls were long, falling over his shoulders, and were mussed from the breeze.

"Nearly there, my love," he called to the woman by his side.

His amoureax moved closer to his side, looping her arm through his. Her eyes, wide and hazel, met his and glowed with love and devotion. Her hair was coiffed back, but some rebellious strands fell around the nape of her neck. He brushed a strand away, lingering on the arch of her collarbone, enticing a tremor through her.

Her lips curved. "And what surprises shall this new world hold for us?"

"Anything your heart desires," the man replied with a smirk, lifting her hand to his lips.

"Anything?" the woman repeated, feigning disinterest. She turned slightly, so part of her back was to him as she faced the shoreline. She shivered again when his slender fingers ghosted over the laced edge of her dress, which bared her shoulders to his gaze. They touched a birthmark that rested there, a faint wine-colored mark with the silhouette of a crescent moon.

The man leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear. "Tell me your heart desires, my love, and it shall be yours."

Turning in his arms, the woman pressed her hands against his chest. "All I want is you."

When he leaned close, before their lips could touch, he whispered a promise, "Always and forever."

Then there was a bright flash of light, searing heat, and the ocean rose up, swallowing the ship as it sunk into its dark, icy depths.

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New Orleans, Louisiana- Present Day

Hazel eyes flew open and a young woman sat up, gasping. Sweat beaded her brow as she lifted a trembling hand to her hammering pulse.

"Hayley? Is everything okay?"

Drawing in a breath, Hayley called out, "Yeah, fine. I'm fine."

A doubtful voice replied, "Okay. I'm heading out."

"Okay," she said, before scrubbing a hand over her face.

Standing, Hayley stretched her arms over her head before moving to the nearby window. Outside, the city of New Orleans was just waking up. Vendors were setting up along the streets, and tourists were already trickling in, veering towards the infamous Bourbon Street.

Pressing her forehead against the cool windowpane, Hayley sighed.

For weeks now, she had been having these strange dreams. Some were of the ship, others were in different cities and places she had never been to before. The only constant was the man- the one with the golden hair and blue eyes. She shivered when she remembered his piercing gaze, which seemed to look through her eyes in her dream and into her actual being.

Snorting, Hayley brushed those thoughts away. That's ridiculous, she scowled. She had never seen that man before in her life, so she chalked it up to a lack of sleep and an overactive imagination.

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Mystic Falls, Virginia- Present Day

"You look like shit, brother."

A pair of cold blue eyes narrowed at the man standing across the room. The other man didn't seemed deterred, but leaned against the door frame and offered his brother a mischievous smirk.

"Don't you have better things to do, Kol, than bother me?" the blue eyed man asked calmly, leaning back in the winged back chair. In one hand, he held a glass full of dark red liquid. The other rested casually against the armrest, and bore a silver ring bearing a crest of an M and a serpent.

"Come now, Klaus, don't pout," Kol reprimanded lightly, tutting. He crossed the room, taking the chair opposite of Klaus. "Has your blood gone cold?"

Klaus swirled the glass once, then raised it to his lips, taking a deep swig. "Still fresh," he replied, licking his lips like a predator might after a kill.

Kol ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "Then why are you brooding, instead of enjoying this lovely, sunny day?" Kol asked, gesturing to the window.

Klaus frowned. "Why does it matter to you?"

The boyish playfulness fell from Kol's face, and was replaced by a more somber expression. "Because you're my brother," he replied simply.

Klaus placed the glass aside, refusing to meet his brother's gaze. "Go bother Elijah or Rebekah," he said dismissively. "I want to be alone."

"You're always alone," Kol said softly, almost under his breath. But he stood, gave his brother a nod, before leaving the room.

Frowning at his brother's retreating figure, Klaus stood and moved to stand at the French doors that lead out to the backyard. The sun was, in fact, shining brightly, and he could hear the animals moving in the forest and the people in the nearby town.

Turning his back to the view, he wandered through the sprawling house into a dimly lit room. It was his personal drawing room, a place where he spent most of his time, and a place his siblings dared not enter.

Picking up a brush, he twirled it in his fingers as his eyes assessed the half-finished canvas in front of him.

And there- partially dried- was an image of a burning ship, sinking into a churning sea.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals or its characters.

Author's Note: Welcome to Throughout Eternity! I have had this story in mind for some time now and finally got the inspiration to get started. Plus, if you read The Summer King and/or Eternal Reign, you know I can't stay away from Klayley for long! Hope you enjoy!

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