The Doppelgänger Mikaelson

Name: Mikael Mikaelson

Race: Original Vampire

Title: The Vampire Hunter, Father of Fury

Bloodline Ability: Indomitable Will (100%)

Description: Mikael's bloodline ability allows him to project an overwhelming aura of strength and intimidation, crushing the resolve of opponents and amplifying his physical power. Those within his presence often falter, their willpower diminished by his sheer dominance.

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Strengths

1. Unrivaled Combat Expertise: A master tactician and warrior, Mikael's combat prowess has been honed over centuries.

2. Intimidation Mastery: Mikael's very presence can demoralize even the strongest-willed enemies.

3. Unwavering Determination: Relentless and immune to compulsion, Mikael cannot be deterred once he sets his mind to something.

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Abilities

1. Supernatural Strength

2. Supernatural Speed and Agility

3. Enhanced Durability

4. Heightened Senses

5. Battlefield Awareness

6. Vampire Slayer Expertise

7. Fear Projection (Bloodline Ability)

8. Flight

In front of Ivar stood Mikael, his father, a towering figure radiating strength and authority. Mikael's sharp gaze softened for a moment as he looked at his son. "I see you haven't changed a single day, my boy," Mikael said, his deep voice steady. "The day you left to get Freya… that day, another secret came to light. I believe you've been told about it."

Ivar nodded slowly, his emerald eyes locked on Mikael's. "Yes. Klaus told me you killed Mother out of anger."

Mikael's expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. "That's a lie," he growled, his voice laced with fury.

"I know," Ivar replied calmly. "The way Klaus said it… it was obvious he was lying. He wanted me to hate you."

Mikael's frown eased slightly, though the weight of centuries of conflict still hung heavy between them. "Then why are we here, Ivar? Why now?"

Ivar took a step closer, his tone firm but not hostile. "Because this madness has to stop, Father. You hunting us, chasing us across continents—it has to end. Enough blood has been spilled."

Mikael's expression hardened once more, his voice rising. "It will end when I have Niklaus' head. He is the reason this family is in ruins."

"That's not happening," Ivar said, his tone unyielding. "Not while I'm still standing."

Mikael's eyes narrowed dangerously, the air around him crackling with tension. He took a step forward, only for Ivar to dissolve into a puddle of blood, leaving Mikael standing alone in the clearing.

"A clone," Mikael muttered, his jaw tightening. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened as he scanned the area, his sharp senses searching for the real Ivar. For a moment, he stood perfectly still, the hunter in him ready to strike.

In the distance, Ivar's voice echoed faintly, calm and resolute. "We'll meet again, Father. But on my terms."

Mikael exhaled heavily, a mix of frustration and respect flickering in his eyes. "You're stronger than I thought, boy," he murmured to himself, turning back toward the shadows of the forest.

Ivar walked through the quiet garden, the scent of blooming flowers filling the air. At the far end, Freya stood over a small table, carefully brewing potions. She didn't turn as he approached, her voice calm but expectant.

"How did it go with Father?" she asked, stirring the mixture in her bowl.

Ivar exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "It was pointless. He's still fixated on killing Klaus."

Freya sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly. "What now?"

Ivar leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed as he looked at her. "Now, it's up to you. He'll only listen to you."

That made Freya pause. She turned slightly, one brow raised. "And why would he listen to me if he wouldn't listen to you? You're the son he's always been proud of."

Ivar shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Because to him, you're the best of us, Freya. Always have been."

Freya stared at him for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. She looked away, focusing on her potion again. "That's a lot of pressure, Ivar."

"I know," he replied quietly. "But if anyone can make him see reason, it's you."

Freya didn't respond immediately, her hands moving automatically as she worked. Finally, she let out a long breath. "I'll try. But if he doesn't listen…"

"Then we deal with it together," Ivar said firmly, stepping closer. "We're not letting him destroy what's left of this family."

Freya glanced at him, her expression softening. "Alright, Ivar. Let's see if Father's as stubborn as everyone says, or if he still has some sense left."

Ivar straightened up, brushing his hands against his coat as he looked at Freya. "Well, since that's settled, I should be on my way. Got some places to be."

Freya raised a brow, crossing her arms. "Oh? And where exactly are you off to?"

Ivar smirked, turning to leave. "Maybe to meet someone."

"Someone?" Freya pressed, her tone laced with curiosity. "Who might that be?"

He paused, glancing back at her with a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes. "The girl of my dreams."

Freya rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, Ivar."

Without another word, he walked away, his steps light as if the weight of their conversation had lifted. Freya watched him go, shaking her head before turning back to her potions, the faint smile still lingering.

Later that day, all the Mikaelson siblings were gathered in the grand living room of their family estate. The air was heavy, the kind of silence that always followed after someone mentioned Mikael. Ivar stood by the fireplace, his hands resting on the mantle as he addressed his younger siblings.

"The talk with Father was pointless," he said plainly, glancing over his shoulder. "He's as stubborn as ever, and honestly, I don't think anything I say will ever change that."

Klaus leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey. "Surprise, surprise," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ivar ignored him and turned to face the rest of the family. "I'm going to leave for a while. There are things I need to take care of."

"Leave?" Rebekah's voice cut through the room. She stood abruptly, her blue eyes narrowing at her brother. "What do you mean, leave? You can't just walk out on us, not with Father still out there!"

Ivar held up a hand to calm her. "I'm not abandoning anyone, Rebekah. I just need time to sort some things out. This isn't forever."

Henrik, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, perked up. "If you're going, I'm coming with you."

Rebekah crossed her arms, her stubbornness showing. "Me too. You're not leaving me stuck here with them." She shot Klaus and Elijah a pointed look, earning an amused smirk from Klaus.

Ivar sighed but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Fine. If you both want to come, I won't stop you. But no complaining when things get messy."

"Messy?" Henrik grinned. "I'm counting on it."

Rebekah grabbed her coat, her face lighting up with determination. "Let's go, then. The sooner we're away from here, the better."

As the three of them prepared to leave, Elijah stepped forward, his expression calm but curious. "And where exactly are you going, Ivar?"

Ivar shrugged casually. "A few places I've been meaning to visit. Nothing you need to worry about."

Klaus chuckled, raising his glass. "Don't get yourself killed, brother. Not before I do it myself."

Ivar gave him a sharp look but didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he turned back to Rebekah and Henrik. "Ready?"

They nodded, and without another word, the trio left the estate, disappearing into the night. Behind them, the remaining siblings watched in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

A/N

Potential Love Interest

Lexi for now but you can add yours