The Grill was what he would imagine Rebekah would describe as, "dull and lower class", catching a familiar scent, he glanced over to one of the many tables, and saw young mister Donovan helping a young couple with their order. He remembered a time when Rebekah's love interests posed a threat to their family, but the only threat he could find with the boy was that he was friends with the doppelganger and her over-anxious Salvatore lovers.
He'd imagine that Rebekah would not, however hate this place so much, knowing fully well that she spends a lot of time here, just so she could see the boy. He promised he would stay out of her way, as she declared their love, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested to see how it would play out. With the boy being human and all.
He saw the ever beautiful Caroline sitting with her dark-skinned friend Bonnie, the witch he recalled was a descendent of a very old, and very powerful line of witches. They had noticed him walk in, and Caroline tried to see behind him, no doubt waiting to see if Klaus would follow shortly after. How her friends could not see that she loved the attention Klaus gave to her, was beyond his comprehension.
His phone buzzed again, and pulling it out, he suddenly remembered why he was here in the first place.
Eyes to the bar Elijah.
His eyes shot up, and immediately he found his target. Raven black hair swept over cold black eyes holding a fire so intense, he could feel it's burn deep within him. He moved over to her, his composure not changing once as memories he'd left good and buried tried to resurface at the sight of her eyes raking hungrily over him, as if he were a glass of water, and she the prisoner being allowed a very small taste. The raw hunger reminded him of a part of himself he believed was better to keep at a safe distance.
She smirked at him, as if she knew what seeing her did to him. For all he knew, she probably did know, and she probably enjoyed it.
"You look good. Time has been fair to you. But then again, you are a vampire. Age must not worry you as much anymore." He sat down next to her as the bartender set down a glass of bourbon. They sat there in silence as Elijah tried to figure out what she was doing here after all this time. She never was one for vengeance, and if she were, she'd be with Klaus now, as he was the one who'd put the dagger in her back, figuratively, and quite literally, so many years ago. Near almost three and a half centuries.
"I came to see you out of a matter of principle." He watched her as she took a tentative sip from her own bourbon. And toyed with the ice-cube in her mouth. Remembering for a second, all the wonderful things that very mouth could do.
"And what principal would that be?" She stopped twirling the ice-cube around and bit on it, cracking it in half as she merely glanced at him.
"I wanted to make sure that you were finally in control of... everything." Her hesitation told him everything he needed to know. He stood abruptly and bid her a cold farewell as he stormed out of the dingy restaurant without a glance back at her.
Not even five meters away from the restaurant, and she grabs him by the arm, forcing him to turn towards her. He shook her off and glared down at her, meeting her icy stare as the sun beat down on them both. He knew he was wearing his emotions on his face, he knew she could read him better than any one else he knew. So when her glare turned to surprise, he was not shocked.
"You locked it up." He straightened and moved past her.
"You have no need to worry about me. I am in complete control." She grabbed him again, her nails digging into his skin through the jacket, her grip never faltering even as he growled.
"Locking up a monster doesn't control it Elijah. An act like that only angers it." And with that she stalked off, away from him, back into The Grill.
Grabbing out her phone, she sent a message to the only person she knew would be on her side about this.
Call me back in when he loses it.
She glanced around the restaurant, she found it, to put it simply, a charming place. She knew Elijah would hate it, but she loved to watch him act above it all in his expensive suits. Personally she preferred him when times were simpler, and when he still loved her. But she would never take him back. Not after he watched Niklaus put a dagger in her back, and watched her die. She so badly wanted to cry at that moment. He masked his emotions well, tried to hide behind his facade of indifference. She scoffed at the thought of them ever getting back together again. Her phone buzzed, cutting her thoughts short.
Like I'd take my brother on alone.
She smirked as she hopped off her bar stool and left the building.
It was nice to have a Mikaelson on her side.