~Flashback~ ~Cyrus P.O.V~ 

I was playing in the garden at the bayou admiring the pretty flowers when I felt a shift behind me. I recognize that shift, it was when grandpa was here. Meaning there's a ghost behind me. Turning around in on swift movement I see someone who looks like my mama. The woman was smiling at me, looking down at me in awe and pure love. Since she looks like my mama, it's safe to assume who she is. 

"Hello" I say to her, only for her to have tears in her eyes. Go me. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you upset" she quickly wiped her face

"No sweetie, it isn't you. I just can't believe I'm actually meeting you. The last time I saw you was when you were in your mommy's tummy" (referring to when Tyler brought Hayley to the bayou) 

"Oh, so who are you?" Even though I had a clue, I wanted to make sure I was right 

"I'm your grandma sweetie, your mom's mom" she said kneeling down to my height 

"Figured. Hi grandma." she laughed with tears coming down quicker

"Hi sweetie" 

We played that whole day and continued to play until I left. She told me how Grandpa found peace knowing mom was safe with dad and the others. I told her I can still contact him, but she didn't want me to pull him away from wherever he was. 

~End of flashback~ 

I grab one of the little army guys from that big trunk and I go to the cellars, I know that's where papa keeps him. You could say I was eavesdropping. Heading down there I see a man looking like he's about to pass out from hunger, his back is turned to me. Unlocking the door and walking inside he turns to me. 

"Hi, I think this is yours?" I show him the little figure 

"Cyrus" he was looking at me with an unreadable expression, I toss the little man to him, and he looks at it with recognition "I haven't seen this in a century" he says. 

"So, you are the little boy who used to live in my house" I wasn't asking, because now I had all the proof I needed. 

"Once upon a time I used to live here with your dad" he said not looking up at me

"You mean when he took you in to be his son?" I said deliberately, and he finally looks back up at me, but before he could say anything I change the subject "he keeps you down here because he thinks you want to kill him...do you?" 

"Listen, I will tell you anything you want to know, okay? If you get me some blood from your dad's stash" he thinks I'm stupid 

"I'm 7, not stupid" he smiles

"Right, Ya 'know your also pretty courage's. Coming down here talking to a stranger" but you're not a stranger, I know you 

"I'm not scared. I'm a Mikaelson witch" I said proudly, I will never be ashamed of my family

"I'll tell you what, let's start fresh alright?" he kneels to my height "It is very good to see you again Cyrus Mikaelson, my name's Marcel" I smile at him

~Marcel's P.O.V~ 

I was down in this cellar trying to find a way to get out, when I heard the door to the cellar open. At first, I thought it was Klaus, but it didn't smell like him, but it did smell similar. Turning around I see a little boy he was small, very long hair with white streaks, dressed in a nice outfit. It's Cyrus. I gotta say I'm pretty shocked. I didn't think he would look like this. But now that I've seen him, I wouldn't imagine him looking any other way. He gives me one of my armies figures I had back in the day, he found my stuff I'm guessing. I tried to get him to give me some blood from Klaus's stash but if course it didn't work. He's smart. It's really nice to see him again, I don't know why I thought he was going to turn out just like Klaus, that's the reason why I didn't want to see him. 

~Time skip~ ~Cyrus P.O.V~

I've been down here talking to Marcel for about an hour. We were getting to know each other, it was nice.

"Ya 'know I'm surprised your parents haven't stormed down here looking for Ya" he said smiling 

"My mama trust me" he looks down again, he does that a lot

"Yea... your dads never trusted anyone in his life" 

"If he took care of you when you were a little why do you hate him?" I honestly wanted to know, papa basically adopted him, Marcel turns and gives me a cold look "what did he do to you" he turns back around, and after a second he turns back, it's like he's trying to make my head spin 

"Your dad, he raised me. He made me who I am. Now you asked if I hate him, well...It's hard to hate the person who made you what you are. you just... end up hating yourself. The truth is I would like to hate your dad, I really would. It would make things a lot easier. But um...you can't hate someone who you loved for so long" 

"So, you do see him as a father figure?" He looks shocked 

"Well- I-um" he stutters over his words 

"And he took you in and raised you so, your my brother, right?" he looks even more shocked and looked like he just chocked but didn't say anything, so I smile "great, I have a big brother" 

~Time skip~ 

We continued talking after he calmed down, when suddenly there was a long bang from upstairs and dust fell down from the ceiling. Instantly knowing something was wrong I get up and tell him I have to go. 

"No wait Cyrus, it's not safe" he says getting up and I turn back to him when I hear more commotion upstairs, it sounds like yelling and fighting.

"I can't, papa will be mad" I rush out

"No, he won't, I'll keep you safe" he said 

"I can protect myself, and my mama and papa. I'm strong enough to stop the bad guys, I'm stronger than anybody thinks" I raise my voice a little at the end and the candles around Marel grow bigger and the air becomes harsher (no he did not take off his bracelet) 

"Wait Cyrus, I know your strong. That's how I know you can let me out of here. I need you to trust me right now, your dad rescued me, he raised me, and I knew your mom when she was a baby, and you said were brothers right? Were family, what does your mommy say about family?" 

"That we stick together always and forever" 

"That's right" just then a voice was heard from above, they were obviously looking for Marcel "Okay look at me" he holds his hand out "do you trust me?" I immediately take his hand and close my eyes, focusing on breaking the barrier, it wasn't hard to do. Two men came rushing down and Marcel told me to close my eyes and sing, but I didn't listen. When he thought I did it he took immediate action, killing them and drinking their blood

"Awesome" I say, and he smiles at me, picks me up and vamp us out, he took us outside and sat me on the bench then taking a seat next to me 

"I thought I told you to close your eyes" he said still smiling down at me, my only response was a smile back

~Time skip~ 

"MARCEL" I hear my papa's angry voice and I immediately get up 

"Papa" I kind of run/walk towards him and I look at him up and down to find him all bloody and still glaring at Marcy "you're all bloody" his eyes snap down to mine and he opens his mouth but before he can come up with a excuse I say "ew" smiling a bit and he returns it "Where's mama?" 

"She's at home, waiting for you" he kneels down to me "are you okay? I followed your scent down to the dungeon" 

"Don't be mad, I let Marcy out" I hear him chock at the nickname behind me and I notice my papa's amused face "and he kept me safe" 

"I'm not angry sweetheart come here" and he pulls me into a hug

"Don't be angry with Marcy either" I pull out of the hug "he's my brother" I say, and he looks shocked but also confused

~Time skip~ ~Klaus's P.O.V~ 

"Is he asleep?" I say when I notice Hayley coming up behind me "he was quiet, when we walked home" 

"He's always quiet, then there's the fact that he saw you covered in blood..." she said 

"When I think about the horrors, he must have witness when Marcel killed those men it just..." I never wanted to expose something like that to him at a young age or at all even, but I knew I couldn't keep it hidden forever, no matter how hard I tried

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Marcel actually told him to close his eyes and sing, but of course, he didn't listen" I look over at her in shock, that's the same thing I used to tell Marcel when he was younger

"You know, he called him his brother" I chuckle and turn to the lights, I just couldn't believe that's how he really saw Marcel, I hear a laugh and I see Hayley smiling beside me

"Yea, he told me all about his and Marcel's bonding" for some reason my smile grows even more

~Time skip~ 

"If you came to fight, it aint gonna end well for you" Marcel said walking into his room that I snuck in 

"I didn't come to fight. You told him to close his eyes and to sing, I used to say that when you were young" I can't help but feel grateful towards him, at the fact that he tried to protect him from the horrors 

"Yeah well, he didn't listen, actually. He said it was awesome. That's what concerns me" I was shocked, he thought it was awesome? Shouldn't he be scared of stuff like that, especially at his age "you didn't tell him, about our history" 

"Right, yea. How dare I deny my son the heartwarming tale of the boy I loved as a son" 

"That is now the man you hate enough to keep locked in your basement" 

~Time skip~ ~Hayley's P.O.V~ 

I walk into the room that Cyrus is in and place a framed photo of my father and me. I take a second to admire it before climbing in the bed and cuddling with Cyrus. He loves his cuddles, and to be honest so do I, it's the only time I can really touch him without him pulling away. Of course, I can touch him when he's awake but after a while, he doesn't want to be touched at all, but when he's sleeping, he doesn't mind. Pulling the covers over us I trace the birthmark on his shoulder, eventually falling asleep. 

Word count: 1870

If you guys haven't noticed already, I changed some of the things that was said and done in the show. Like I said before this is my AU, and I will change it as I see fit

Now some of you might not like the fact that Cyrus is witnessing killing and blood at such a young age but let me remind you that Cyrus isn't affected by stuff like that. He's very smart for his age and knows things kids his age shouldn't. Remember that he also remembers everything that happened since his birth. So, he remembers his mother's throat being slit while holding him, he remembers the witches trying to kill him, his family killing the witches and so forth, and there is his grandpa telling him stories ;)

I will be making Cyrus autistic. Now sensory perception is enhanced for many people with autism, Cyrus being one of them. He's sensitive to touch, it's too much stimulation for him. No, the Mikaelsons doesn't know but they have some idea, they haven't really had time to worry about that, now have they.

Marcy is going to be Cyrus nickname for Marcel, who he pronounced as his brother 

This is going to be focused/centered around Cyrus all the time, so sorry if I skipped parts, you may have wanted to see

I might be starting the next chapter tonight or tomorrow. I'm not sure because I want to work on my Harry Potter book. We'll see. 

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TO does NOT belong to me 

The ONLY character I own is Cyrus Mikaelson 

Til next time....