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Finally the night had fallen down on New Orleans. The Mikaelson house was everything but silence. Klaus had stabbed Rebekah two weeks ago, and finally Elijah had found the coffin where he left his little sister. "Cruel" was everything that Hayley always thought of the man that once had slept with her...and look how that ended. Hayley couldn't believe that all that was happening to her. "What else could I be doing right now?". She had never a life before, and, for some ridiculous reason of the destiny, that was the closest thing to a life that she had.
She was staring down at the pool, at the back of the giant mansion, trying to not to listen to the shouting scene upstairs. She knew that Rebekah had some temper, and the fact that her own brother had stabbed her so she couldn't meddle on his on-and-off fights with Marcel, gave her more reasons to be angry with him.
A big crash shattered a window. "No, not again". The last time that she had seen a fight like that, Klaus had dragged her to the car, announcing that he was leaving town with her. Without her opinion of course. But his brother, Elijah, had saved her of another one of Klaus' childish temper tantrum. Elijah. The noble one.
Rebekah had become sort of her friend since she had appeared on the front door of the house, claiming to be looking for Elijah. But it couldn't be compared with her brother. Elijah, since the first moment that put his eyes on her, had treated her like a true pregnant woman, and never doubted of her decisions. Also he saved her from numerous enemies of Klaus. If it were for Klaus, and she knew it, she wouldn't be alive. The only thing that worried the man that put her child there, was the baby. She discovered weeks ago his plans. Still she refused to take her baby's life. Besides from being a cruel move, she had fallen in love with her. If the baby was really a girl. "It won't last that much" a voice spoke from her behind. Of course she recognized his tone. Elijah. She turned and he was laying with his shoulder on the door frame. He had that deep look in his glowing eyes, and she blushed softly. The last thing she wanted was to let him realize of how much she needed him in that house, in that town, protecting her. She couldn't let herself stammer so she answered quickly before she could admire every perfect angle of his elegant and perfect face. "You get used to it after two months". He smiled a little bit. "My brother Klaus can be a little...unkempt for his manners. He still doesn't trust his own family". Hayley couldn't imagine having someone of her family stabbing another
in the back. Maybe it was because she never had a true family. Suddenly, she was unaware that her face had turned serious. She only realized it when Elijah changed his expression. He noticed. "What's wrong?". She turned around again and pressed her fingers into the cold marble balcony railing. "I can't imagine what it feels like to be watching your back in case that your own family tries to kill you". She wasn't refering to Klaus. And Elijah was aware of that. He had spent years, like Klaus, being afraid of his own father, not a year ago of his mother, and since he became a vampire, being stabbed one after another by Klaus. It was unreal. "You get used to it after two thousand years". He replied, miming the same reply that she answered a few minutes ago, trying to leave behind the tense conversation. He succeed. Hayley smiled and her eyes shone, transforming her pupils into a deep and beautiful blue sea. "We should go inside". His voice caressed her ear, and she knew that if she spinned, she would face him. But she couldn't do it. She was stuck in the place, feeling Elijah's breath on her tangled hair.
But a crash woke them up, and she felt Elijah leaving her side. She turned around and he wasn't there anymore but the wind. "Enough!" she heard him scream upstairs.
Cleaning the smile off her face, she went back inside, and she shut the doors. Although she didn't know that two eyes were staring at her through the weeds.