This is just a little something that's been running through my head since the first episode of the Originals. This is from Elijah's POV. Hope you like it.
As I walked in I could hear the witches talking.
"…aren't just any vampires, Agnes, they're the Originals," it was Sophie Deveraux.
"What makes you think you can control the hybrid?" This must've been Agnes.
"She can't," they all turned to look at me. "I'm not entirely certain that I can either. But now that your coven has drawn his ire, I have a question. What prevents my brother from murdering you instead of cooperating?" Sophie turned and walked to a shelf on the wall, picked up a straw cross from the wall, and pricked her hand with one of the needles.
"Ow!" How did Hayley feel that? It doesn't matter now. All I can concentrate on is the glistening red blood coming from her hand.
The next thing I knew I was standing before her drinking her blood. Before long she was dead, drained dry of blood. I looked around. All the witches were glaring at me, their eyes conveying the strength of their hatred. I was so ashamed that I ran. I ran from New Orleans. I ran from the witches. And I ran from my own feelings.
Over the next three days I felt numb. Before sunrise on the fourth day Klaus decided to pay me a visit.
"I'm ashamed brother, losing your control like that." He was chiding me.
"I'm not in the mood for your games right now, brother. What is it you want?"
"I only came to say one thing…" His smile was full of mischief. "Welcome to the dark side."
That was difficult for me to put into words. Let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading anyway. Bye.