The Debts We Keep
In 1923, Y/N Salvatore saved a young witch from a massacre in New Orleans. She never learned whose plans she’d disrupted, and for nearly a century, the consequences seemed content to leave her alone. Until a dead vampire turns up on the Salvatore doorstep with a ninety-year-old photograph of her sewn into his coat. And then Klaus Mikaelson arrives at the funeral. “Someone appears determined to resurrect a piece of history I went to considerable trouble to bury.” Unfortunately, the Original Hybrid isn’t the only one with secrets. Someone is killing people connected to that night in New Orleans, and Y/N’s name is on the list. So is Elijah Mikaelson’s. Now, with an increasingly suspicious pair of older brothers, a centuries-old mystery, and a dangerously charming Original who seems to know more than he’s telling, Y/N finds herself negotiating an alliance with the last person she ought to trust. After all, Klaus Mikaelson has never been particularly good at keeping people alive. Only at making sure they owe him. Or: In which a Salvatore and a Mikaelson investigate a ninety-year-old conspiracy, discover that neither is particularly trustworthy, and make the unfortunate mistake of getting to know each other.
The Debts We Keep
In 1923, Y/N Salvatore saved a young witch from a massacre in New Orleans. She never learned whose plans she’d disrupted, and for nearly a century, the consequences seemed content to leave her alone. Until a dead vampire turns up on the Salvatore doorstep with a ninety-year-old photograph of her sewn into his coat. And then Klaus Mikaelson arrives at the funeral. “Someone appears determined to resurrect a piece of history I went to considerable trouble to bury.” Unfortunately, the Original Hybrid isn’t the only one with secrets. Someone is killing people connected to that night in New Orleans, and Y/N’s name is on the list. So is Elijah Mikaelson’s. Now, with an increasingly suspicious pair of older brothers, a centuries-old mystery, and a dangerously charming Original who seems to know more than he’s telling, Y/N finds herself negotiating an alliance with the last person she ought to trust. After all, Klaus Mikaelson has never been particularly good at keeping people alive. Only at making sure they owe him. Or: In which a Salvatore and a Mikaelson investigate a ninety-year-old conspiracy, discover that neither is particularly trustworthy, and make the unfortunate mistake of getting to know each other.
