AN: Anything that is in italics is either a dream or a memory or even in some cases a hallucination. I don't have anything else written for this fanfic at the minute so updates may take a while but I really enjoy writing this and I know how damn ANNOYING it is when someone doesn't update quickly. If you want to see anything in this fic don't hesitate to leave a request in the reviews and if you have any ideas I welcome them (but I make no promises). Hope you enjoy, I think I'll leave the babbling here. Thank you!

Elijah was lying on his side enjoying, as he occasionally did, the sun on his body. It shone through the window, radiating the room with a glorious light. Dust shimmered in the air and gently fell to rest on the thin sheet covering him. It was these times that he could forget everything that had happened to him. It was these times that he found it easiest to forgive. But never forget. Unfortunately his momentary bliss was soon broken as he turned and looked at the woman beside him. He searched back in his mind, replaying what had happened.

"Hayley," Elijah could hear her heart flutter at the sound of her voice, "I presume you are okay?" She nodded slowly, stunned by what had just happened.

"They tried to kill me, why would they try to kill me?" Elijah sighed bowing his head. Jackson had left, knowing he only had a few hours till sunrise. Elijah had held her in his arms and rocked her gently as she lay wondering what the hell was happening. It was more for his benefit than his though. He had abandoned his only 'living' family for someone who wasn't even his own (living being a relative term).

"Are you?" Hayley wondered aloud. Elijah frowned at this. Never before had he thought about considering his own feelings, he had only thought of his promise to Hayley. But now he couldn't believe the betrayal his brother and sister would feel when they found out.

"Elijah I can't mind read. What's going on?"

And then he explained, shielding nothing because he could see the inner strength beneath her skin. Klaus treated her like a porcelain doll, something valuable, to be looked at and never touched. Something to be left on a shelf. She needed to be treated with respect and Elijah intended to give her just that.

Darkness was covering the French Quarter. Hayley was leaning against a metal balcony, her face the picture of serenity. Inside was a different matter. Her mind was filled panic at the thought of what had unfolded in the previous week. A cool breeze pushed its cool hands through her hair and she gave a small shiver.

"Anyone ever tell you not to go out at night?" A flowing English accent sang out.

"Rebekah." Hayley turned to face the original. Her blonde hair curled around her shoulders not even slightly moving in the wind.

"I heard Elijah you and Elijah had a thing." Hayley let out a small, incredulous laugh.

"That's what you're calling it. It seems like you can't lift a finger in this place without someone taking a note on it."

"Try growing up with it." Rebekah smirked.

As Hayley scrutinized the Old One she noticed a pool of blood dripping at her feet. Her eyes darted upwards, meeting the blondes.

"Something happen?"

"Uh-" She looked at purposeful loss for words. As she contemplated her choice she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, tinging it with red as she revealed the blood on her hands.

"Well Nik isn't exactly in…let's say tip top shape." She gave a little grin.

"He deserved it and more. Conceited idiot." Hayley was filled with alarm but she had the feeling Klaus had had it coming a long time.

"I suppose he did."

Suddenly a whoosh came from behind them and Elijah appeared. His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at his sisters hands.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to hear the answer to."

He grimaced wondering what hell he'd have to clean up next as Rebekah turned and quickly retreated. She was gone instantly, leaving behind a chilling breeze and her brother.

Elijah's eyes glimmered in the moonlight. Being immortal was the only reasonable explanation. How could something of such beauty ever die? She could feel her ears glow as she thought.

"You are well?" He inquired politely.

"God damn it, Elijah, is that all you're ever going to ask me?" She turned angrily.

"Aren't we ever going to talk about…it?"

She turned back around to face him.

"It?" He questioned eyebrows quirking.

"Yeah, it." She stepped toward him, closing the gap and brushing back a strand of hair that always seemed to be escaping from the rest.

"Oh." He said catching her hand and drawing it to his lips kissing it gently.

"You mean like this." Hayley bit her lip grinning.

"Definitely like that."

As soon as they had made contact it was over.

"I'm sorry Hayley but I don't think this can continue. At least, not yet, I'm sorry. My brother-

"

"Is an extremely attractive good looking fellow?" Niklaus was stood behind them. His face the picture of good humour but his stance said otherwise. His demeanour was cold and closed but his face had a charming grin that seemed to light up his face inexplicably.

"Long time no see." He said addressing Hayley. He was smirking as if he knew something the others did not the other way round.

"How are you my Little Wolf." He swept a long strand of her hair behind her ear before turning to his brother. Hayley gasped as she saw the blood and torn shirt, grabbing his arm mid-turn she gestured down to his chest where not a mark lay.

"Rebekah?"

"Well, anyone would've thought you were a psychic, Little Wolf." He spoke calmly brushing her away.

"Elijah. We need to talk. Now." He turned again giving Hayley a meaningful look before darting away.