Sooo... this is my very first fanfiction, please excuse my bad English and my poor writing skill. Any tips or comment would be greatly appreciated.
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Chapter 1
Feels Like Rain
The sun was glaring bright above the French Quarter. Caitlin Johns walked briskly with her head nod down that afternoon, trying to pass the swarmed stores without giving any glances. She curled her tiny pale lips, trying her best to stay calmed. She could see the people staring at her tall figure. She was greatly disturbed by the stares.
It's been so many years now after she was diagnosed with that ridiculous phobia. They called it Agoraphobia, the reason why she always seems out of place, constantly in fear when she stood in crowds. Her family lived in New Orleans, the land that attracts tourist from literally everywhere, the place that visited by more than 9 million visitors a year, and yet there she is.
"I need personal space," she groggily whispered to herself, trying her best not to shove people around her. Her denim jacket brushed other people moving to her direction. She was sure she would have pass out. She brushed her brunette long hair with her fingers and sighed frustratingly. She moved as fast as she could, wishing all these people somehow evaporate to dust. When she couldn't take it anymore, Caitlin decided to ran to the nearest alley she could find. It always worked, when the episode of her panic attacks her, she always ran to some corners to get herself together. Caitlin stop at the end of the alley, relieved that she could not find a single soul there. She tried to remember what her shrink said about the breathing thing, but she couldn't find the right rhythms.
Caitlin jumped and shouted scarily when she heard the loud noise coming from behind her. A body flew so fast and tossed so hard to the wall. Her right hands grabbed her chest in reflex.
"Forgive me. I didn't see you there," a dark-haired man dressed in black suit, stood five-feet from what was looked like a lifeless body, smiled wryly at her. Caitlin tried to find her voice, she tried to move her body but failed in attempts, her trembling body couldn't move even an inch. The black-suited man calmly reached his pocket suit and took out a white crisp handkerchief. Caitlin still could not control her body. She sobbed silently, trying to get a hold of herself to flee the scene at once. She didn't know what was going on, why the man in black suit killed that poor big man, who he was, or why the black suited man mouth covered in dark-red blood that dripped slowly. Caitlin screamed in her mind as loud as she can, and not even a word get out of her mouth. The man cleaned the blood stains from his face with his handkerchief, enjoying the view in front of him. Caitlin's body shook so hard when he walked closer to her.
"It's okay. Don't be afraid," Elijah, the man in black suit, stood right before her, try to calm the girl. He placed his left hand onto the lady's neck softly, swayed it slowly so he could see her face closer.
"Perhaps you could help me with this nonsense day I'm having. You see, I'm in need of a decent drink," Elijah put his other hand in Caitlin's waist, get her into some kind of position so she could keep her balance. "So if you would, forgive me for my brash delivery."
Elijah eyes turned red at once, his fangs extend in excitement. He took the girl by her neck, and tore Caitlin's neck with one bite. The streams of warm blood flew into his mouth, and greedily he drained the blood out of the girl's body.
"Where have you been?"Rebekah eyed his big brother who entered the compound in a fast-pace manner. She stopped her steps right in front of Elijah, trying to get a solid answer. Her earlier multiple attempts to reach her brother seemed to failed.
"Elijah, you're avoiding me," she raised her right hand and put it bluntly to his chest. If only Klaus would listen to her. But with all this Finn-Freya business happening, she could not blame him.
Elijah stared at his little sister eyes, smiling a little and turned his face down. "Isn't it too early for such accusation, Rebekah?"
It has been few weeks now, that Rebekah lived in the new body, Klaus and everybody else seems easily and willingly let go of this matter and so was Elijah. But he could not pretend any longer. If it wasn't for him, Rebekah would never take their mother offer on the first place. Rebekah could still live happily in her old body, he would stare at different pair of eyes right now. He would have granted his sister the very promise she always asked, to live freely.
"Is it, Elijah?" Rebekah's brown eyes piercing the blankness on her brother's eyes, as she was looking for the something that went missing inside of it.
Elijah stepped back, and took Rebekah hands and grabbed them softly. "I can understand the worries. But as I have answered you, my dearest sister, everything is fine."
"Fine? You just slaughter a whole bar last night Elijah, I saw you and you flee the scene," Rebekah kept her body still, trying to subdue her rage. "Need I remind you, the other massacre you did when you picked me and Hope?"
Elijah grabbed his neck as the memory struck him once again. "You needn't have to, sister." He put his right palm in Rebekah's cheek and smiled. He silently cursing himself for the arising anger he felt now in his chest.
"It's the wedding, isn't it?" Rebekah took Elijah's hand away from her cheek, knowing too well her brother's ways of avoiding telling the actual truth. If anything, she always knew, The Mikaelson is not best known for their honest quality. "Ever since the wedding, you only gotten worse"
"Rebekah, you can not honestly believe -"
"What is with this ratchet?" Klaus walked down the stairs, smiling from ear to ear. He left his baby with Hayley for the time being in their baby room. Now that the newlywed, Jackson and Hayley lived together at the compound, his plans seem to fit perfectly.
"I need you to deal with it, Nik. Elijah finally gone crazy. Another massacre, I mean, honestly, might as well we invited Finn and our sister Freya if that was not enough to caught their attention" Rebekah paused, waiting for Klaus' response, only to find Klaus chuckled.
"My sweet sister, after having to endure seeing his love, married to another man, I think our dear brother could have a pass for a killing spree. I myself would recommend a city size slaughter, but perhaps bar killing will do," Klaus glanced back and forth between his siblings. "I thought his time with Camille in the safe house, had actually helped him. And as for Finn, we are not hiding sister, as you can see," Klaus lift his both hands in proud, pointing several young men stood not so far away from them as if ready to be commanded. Hayley's wolf pack looked all ready and hungry for blood.
"How long can you keep this destitute ignorance act, Nik?" Rebekah yelled in frustration.
Elijah shook his head and sighed, waiting for the exchanging conversations to end. He after all just had an eventful afternoon, and all his moral burdens floated in his head started to question his actions. His hands started to tremble so hard. He tried to hide it by kept his hand into his trousers' pocket. But Rebekah eyes were too sharp to not notice such acts. "What is it now, Elijah?"
"Look, sister. You needn't worry, I'm fine. In fact, the reason for my absence this morning is that I was trying to locate Finn. I think we have our dear sister Freya to thank for that." Elijah kept his hands inside his trousers and looked away from his sister wary eyes. He sighed heavily, knowing that whatever he may say later will might provoke Rebekah even further. "A storehouse near the river is now floored with Marcel's new recruits bodies all over it, with their hearts yanked out. I'd say, Finn trying to leave us a message. Now that Hayley's pack is united, I must help Marcel and his newborns ready for the battle ahead."
Klaus dryly smiled, hinting a hidden vile mechanism he had planned. "I'd say we sent all these wolves at him, caught him off guard, and fetch him back to hell"
"And while we fight him, Freya might get here and who do you think will defend Hope here?" Rebekah raised an objection and tried to lower her voice. Knowing that their discussion may disturb the little one upstairs, she tried to whispers delicately. "Look, whatever we might want to play this game, they have already gone two or three steps ahead. If we are to win this, we have to have something they don't see on the play."
"We don't have time for this, Sister. Klaus, you and Hayley must leave now, take Hope with you. I will deal with Finn, while Rebekah will stay here, pretending to man the fort, waiting for Freya."
"We're done running," Klaus took his eyes to the figure of a young woman who walks towards to them quietly. Hayley dressed in his Henley dark top and tight jeans, stood fiercely. Hope is her world, Hope is the reason she married Jackson, and there is no future she could imagine to live where there is no Hope exist on it. But Finn, Esther, Dahlia, Freya, all Klaus's extended family she barely knew, hell-bent to make sure they took Hope away from her. "I hate to say it, but I must say that I agree with Klaus on this."
Hayley can't help but drawn to look at Elijah's face and smiled at him. She married to Jackson now, the man that she supposed to be destined with. And every time she was in the same room as Elijah, she silently wished that they could have met in another lifetime, the one when she was not Hayley the werewolf queen, a different Hayley that have a chance to escape all of it and still came home to that man, to him. And always, she then cursed herself for wishing something that is too impossible to happen, even for a supernatural creature like her, living in this supernatural world. "We're done running. Hope is now surrounded by our wolves, Freya should not stand a chance."
"You don't understand," Rebekah put her arms crossed in her chest, desperately trying to put into words what she saw in the asylum. "I have never seen a witch, as powerful as her. Not Davina, not even Esther."
Elijah avoided looking at Hayley's warm-looking, enchanting face. He nodded passively pretending to hear the dramatic episode happening before him. While his right hand groggily tapping the side of his trousers, his sudden rage and thirst tried to get the better of him, once again. Every time Hayley glanced at him, that Red Door appeared everywhere. Behind her, right beside Klaus, far behind Rebekah, and those images of poor tall girl he just fed from the alley whose blood right now stained his handkerchief only made him thirstier and thirstier. "I'm afraid, since this is a witch business," Elijah said blithely.
"Fine. Call Davina." Klaus lifted his hand suggesting Rebekah to do what he just asked.
"I have already tried. But I can't reach her, since," Rebekah stopped answering, saying those words only going to make it more real. She had lost Kol, not only once, but twice now.
"Since Kol is gone" Hayley immediately completed Rebekah's answer in whisper.
"Look I know it's a long shot. But back in the asylum, I heard a lot of stories about this elder witch. Her name Sharona, she lived near the river, rumor has it, after the death of her three children, she isolated herself there, and only can be found if she wanted to. From what I heard, she is pretty powerful." Rebekah said doubtfully.
"Great. I'll fetch her." Elijah ignored Rebekah's objection and escaped the building as fast as he could, before the scent of the girl's blood on his handkerchief drove him more insane.
"Pleaseā¦" Tanya Glades hysterically screaming. She trying to freed herself from that man's grab. The ground she stood at, getting softer as she could not feel both of her legs anymore and that painful freezing cold feeling stabbed her from the inside out, like there were knives tore her from the inside. She begged for mercy, she looked at that red eyes for the last time, the last face she saw and she hold that man's arm no more. She was gone.
The banks along the river remind him of the Bayou, the silent, the humidity, the fact that the places is so far from anywhere, that when he took one lost looking tourist from the outskirt of French Quarter, no one could even notice it. Elijah slumped what is remain of Tanya, to the ground, looked a little bit grossed of the action he just did, but ended felt relieved. Relief that now he is so far away from his Family, from Hayley, from his obligation, from the never ending running in circle tradition of what his family is.
"It's very kind of you to meet me here" Elijah turned his back to what appeared to be a woman on her late thirty, stood firmly and looking angrily at him. "Sharona, I assume."
