This is a work of fanfic, purely for enjoyment and no financial gain. The muse just wouldn't leave me alone until I started to write this so here goes. This is my first fanfic so please be kind when reviewing. I do not have a beta yet so any vict…ahem…I mean volunteer would be greatly appreciated!
Set in season 2 episode 1
As soon as she heard the first yell of pain and terror she knew that the night of retribution had come. Francesca had underestimated the hybrid and his family. Thinking that they were weak and pitiful in their fallen state. But Keira knew better than that. They had not survived as long as they had only to give up now. No, she knew that payback was coming with a vengeance, and now that the blood had started it would take a miracle and quick wits for Francesca to save herself. With her enhanced hearing she could hear the final blood splatter before calm and measured steps made its way to the porch. She could hear Francesca's voice, confident in the safety of her house. Keira shook her own head, knowing that this particular vampire would not be making his move now unless if all the pieces that he had lined up were in order. If Francesca was smart she would have ordered Keira down to fight the Mikaelson, but as it was she, like the mobsters before her, did indeed suffer from hubris.
Keira waited, silent and still, at her desk until the carnage down below was over, and stillness descended on the house. She felt the instant the ring left her Mistress' possession and went to his. The magic in the ring merging with him, changing the shape and size of the ring, until finally finishing by disappearing from Francesca's hand and appearing on his own finger. With the magic in the ring it let him feel just where she was waiting. His slow measured steps made its way up the stairs and straight to her own room.
The door opened, much as it did downstairs, complete with its own creaking groan, and gave her her first glimpse of the famous Mikaelson Elijah. She could see him take in the room at a glance before settling his gaze on her now kneeling form. She lowered her gaze to where his hand was resting in his pocket, even though the hand with the ring was hidden from view she could feel its power, and at this range even know the location of it.
He noticed her gaze directed towards his hand and he pulled it from the pocket, brought it up to chest level and turned it so the ring faced her.
"Fascinating ring." He said, speaking pleasantly as if he and she were enjoying an afternoon tea. "I was quite surprised to find that it had suddenly appeared on my finger and lo and behold," He paused as if giving a dramatic flourish to his speech. "it led me straight to a rather unexpected find."
She said nothing, but had shifted her gaze from the ring once he started speaking.
"Tell me."He said, still conversationally, but with a hint of danger to it. "What does it do?"
She swallowed, trying to bring moister to her mouth.
"It gives you control over The Cursed One."
"Which I take it, is you." He stated as if it was a fact not a question, but she still answered him as if he had asked.
"Yes." She paused and forced the next word out. "Me"
His face turned thoughtful before he started walking, no more like stalked, around the room that she had called hers for years. She knew that he would see the bareness of the place, as well as the two daggers she had strapped to her thighs. He had come to a stop behind her, and she could feel herself tense up at the danger, but she forced herself to relax. She knew from this angle that he could see the birthmark on her back, almost but not quite the same as Haley's. If she had been in less control of her body as she was she would have flinched when his finger seemed to caress the spot, but she controlled her reaction and waited. Soon enough he finished examining it and walked back around to face her again.
She lowered her gaze lest it seemed like a challenge to him and waited for whatever he decided to do.
"What exactly are you?" He asked, his voice curious.
"I am the same as your brother, a hybrid."
"Really?" He said, his voice incredulous "I suppose that you have quite the story to tell."
"Yes." She said, wondering if he would ask for her to tell him that story, but to her surprise he did not.
"I suppose that I will eventually find out what this ring entails, but for now gather your things."He said, his voice slipping back into the commanding tone of before. "You will be leaving with me."
She nodded and gathered her belongings into a suitcase and waited for further instructions.
"Let us go." He said gesturing to her before leading the way out.
She had barely spared Francesca a glance as she and Elijah picked their way past the carnage, careful not to step onto any blood or body parts. She was used to blood and death so she did not even react to the bloody scene before her and instead focused on following Elijah and getting out of there. Once outside the house they continued to walk, two shadows passing through the night, while the rest of the city slept unaware of the two predators passing in their midst.