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</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u><span style="font-size: 18px">CHAPTER 1: PRIMIGENES</span></u></b>​</div>Drew Angston's Residence.<br/>45th Queens Ave, Winter Haven.<br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><i>.... </i></b></span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><i>.... </i></span><br/>
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Detective Drew Angston pulled into his garage and killed the engine. Grabbing his files he stepped out and headed for his porch. A quick glance at his watch as he made up the steps showed 21:19. He sighed tiredly as he unlocked the door. Now inside he reached for the light switch and brightened the room, then turned the key, locking the door. He flung his jacket on the couch as he continued into the kitchen to fix himself a meal. <br/>
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Rounding the cabinet, he pulled out his pistol from its holster and placed it on the counter top. Opting for a quick coffee first he turned on the burner and filled the kettle. He watched as the blue flame licked the kettle, his fingers played tap tap on the counter, his mind drifting off to more pressing matters. He thought of calling his partner, his phone already in his hand. For years Drew had wanted to tell her that she wasn't alone, show her the route she so desperately sought for. Still he procrastinated, believing she wasn't ready, it wasn't time. <br/>
Well it was past time now. <br/>
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Drew opened his contact and his eyes immediately fell on her name, Sargeant Carmen Castillo. He had used the name Primigenes to save her contact. Latin for Firstborns. Something was coming for him, he did know who and that made him all the more uneasy. Wherever he went to, he felt it, that crawly vibe of looming dread. The kettle sings alarmingly breaking him from his reverie, he jumped slightly before turning it down. <br/>
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Lifting his head up his eyes fell on the painting on the wall, it was a portrait of the full moon casting shadows on a thick forest below. He felt a chill run up his spine, one that he had never felt staring at the painting before.<br/>
Drew sighed as he came to a decision. He was gonna call her and hand IT over since the soldier wasn't coming back for it as promised. He dialed her line, it rang for a while then an electronic voice pops up asking him to leave a message. <br/>
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"Hey friend, you know how we used to joke about Odysseus trapped on the sea by Poseidon? Yeah, I think I'm in his ship right now. We need to talk Carmen, there are things I should have..." His voice fades as he brings his head up again to look at the painting only to see someone glancing at it, his back to him. Instinctively his hands flew to his pistol and he aimed it at him. <br/>
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"This is a beautiful painting you have here, brings to mind a kin of mine. The full moon holds many secrets my friend." The intruder say calmly running his hand on the canvas. <br/>
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Drew hadn't heard the door open, he was certain he had locked if before and after. There was something about this man, his presence, Drew felt intimidated and very little before him.  The Sage had prophecy his coming, predicted that his death will come from his hands. <br/>
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"Niklaus Mikaelson." Drew called drawing back the safety. <br/>
"Hello old chap," Klaus greets smiling. "I see you know me, a puzzle as I can't recall ever meeting you anywhere. And I do have very good memory."<br/>
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Drew steadied his aim and concentrated on calming his nerves, slowing down the blood to his brain, pause, think. Perhaps if he gunned him down here and now, he'd end everything before it really begins. <br/>
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"If you're planning on killing me, please do not insult me with a gun." Klaus sly smile was as intimidating as it was scary. <br/>
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"What do you want?" Drew worked up enough courage to sound firm. <br/>
"Ah finally some bone. You see I'm in a bit of a dilemma, there are some folks I must find within a stipulated time else I'll lose something very precious to me and you old chap, have what I need to find them. Don't you Mr Angston?"<br/>
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Drew is silent, unable to come to a decision whether to shoot or attempt to leave a clue for her to find. Outrunning the  vampire was useless and since he wasn't going to tell, he knew there could be only one outcome. <br/>
"Where's The Sage?" Klaus breaks the silence, impatience and temper are two terrible combo and he had them both. <br/>
"I do not know what you speak of." He lies. <br/>
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"If you do know me, you'll know my patience is as thin as a thread. The next lie that drips off your tongue will be your last words. Where is it?" Klaus threatened. He had tried to read his mind but came upon a magical shield. This fellow apparently expected him...another prove that he had The Sage. <br/>
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"I will never tell. You are on the wrong cause, one that will take everything you love." And with that he let off a shot. As expected Klaus blurs easily aside as the bullet bores a hole on the painting. Drew brings the gun to his head and before Klaus could react, blew his own brains out. <br/>
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"No!!" Klaus kicked at the lifeless body of the detective. Last keeper of  The Sage. This will definitely put a taint on his plans. He brought out his cell and dialed one of his hands.. <br/>
"Make the move on the witch. We'll be needing the map." <br/>
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With The Sage lost to him he'd have to find another source of tracking the Firstborns. The sound of sirens wailing in the distance draws his attention, and in a blur, he is gone.  The house still locked from within. </b>