Disclaimer: I don't own anything related with or to 'The Originals' like characters etc. I'm just a fan of the show.
Pairing:
Elijah/Klaus
Ps:This story is AU. you'll see why- how if you keep reading. The characters are probably ooc-prone, I will not follow canon.
M note:I know this is unrelated but if I could meet anyone in the world it would be Armando Christian Pérez aka Pitbull because he just seems like he'd be an awesome person in well, person.
Okay there is a lot of crack in this story just sayin. Might add some random facts because I can't help it. I'm having a lot of fun with this.
I was listening to 'Lonely Star' by The Weekend and 'Two Hearts' by Deptford Goth
He bit into his wrist quickly but did nothing else for a moment.
Time was not on his side for this one.
If he didn't do something quickly his wound would heal and he would be forced to bite himself again.
The young man on his bed was still unconscious and bleeding profusely but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it.
To give his blood to a complete stranger for it just felt a little too intimate in nature.
Great.
His bite mark healed and it was what he had attempted to avoid.
As he kept staring at the sleeping stranger he got the sudden, usual urge to run his hand thru the guy's soft looking hair but that was weird and unnecessary so he shoves it down.
Choosing instead to bite into his wrist again and putting it next to the young man's mouth with gentle ease before he started doubting his decision.
The guy was out cold.
That wasn't a question but it was odd that he didn't immediately latch onto his wrist as blood ran down his throat.
Some trickled onto his chin and shirt so Elijah grabbed another washcloth and put his fingers to the young man's face to wipe the blood off his chin then walked over to a cabinet.
Took out some scissors and cut his shirt open to have a chance at removing the pieces of the barrel that had lodged deep into his skin.
Preferably before his blood healed him completely and left the pieces in.
Scissors were invented thousands of years ago (roughly 1500 B.C.) in ancient Egypt, he thought them a great help.
Elijah stood up quickly then opened another drawar then took out some; tweezers, thread, gauzes, a scalpel and a needle.
After making sure that he had everything he needed. He walked over the chimney and began the sterilization process.
Once the items began to glow a drake red color, he took them out with his hands.
They had blisters and hurt slightly but began to heal rapidly so it was of no concern to him.
He rinsed the 'surgical' tools with boiling water then waited a few seconds for them to cool off as he looked his patient over.
He wasn't healing.
Elijah couldn't help the emotion that was threatening to take over.
He couldn't quite pinpoint it because he hasn't really felt it before but fear sounded accurate.
Sadness is a close second, despair an accurate third.
No one has ever not healed when it was he who was in charge of saving them.
Sure he had only fed his blood to a long gone lover but vampire blood was supposed to heal everything no matter the creature or their condition.
This one was rare indeed.
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The tools were thoroughly rinsed in alcohol as the last step of the sterilization process and a few minutes had gone by.
The shards of wood pieces were taken out with painstaking precision and his patient was looking a lot better while still deep in slumber.
His job was done and he went to throw away the blood-soaked washcloths.
Just as he was about to throw the second one into his trashcan he felt his fangs come out as he mentally said 'fuck, why now'.
Fangs are basically vampire boners, 'True Blood' explains it.
There was blood on his hands and he brings them up to his lips slowly.
Savoring the flavor of his patient was wrong he knew that but this was the best blood he'd ever tasted.
He had no idea how it was that he had survived all those years without it.
The veins under his eyes were pronounced as he fought the urge to devour the sleeping teen.
In an instant he was at his bedroom door and ran a hand thru his face roughly but stopped when blue eyes locked on his brown ones.
He had more control than this and was thankful it showed at the right moment.
"Where am I? This a hospital? I don't have money but can pay by working-"
Elijah offered a pleasant smile then shook his head as he walked closer to the bed and gave him a glass of water while saying.
"No. This is my house, my name's Elijah. You have a strange accent." He gave him another pillow as he continued by saying.
"Besides, I didn't study medicine for the money when I had none and won't ask for any now that I do. I just like helping people in need of it."
"Really? Huh. I'm not from around here. My name's Klaus, Niklaus...call me whatever you want you saved me."
Klaus set the cup down after drinking most of it and sat up on the bed then looked down astounded as he looked down at his bandaged chest and stomach.
"Yes it's nice though. As is your name, Niklaus."
Seemingly catching himself Elijah scratched at his neck slightly then moved away from the bed as he spoke again.
"You fell on your way off the ship but should be as fit as a fiddle by the end of the hour so try resting for now."
Klaus blushed slightly but played it off quickly by introducing himself then asking for a job even though he was in no condition whatsoever to work at the moment.
Elijah raised an eyebrow as if in thought then spoke. "Do you know anything about agriculture. Plants and stuff. I own some land, I could use some help with."
"No. Not really, sorry bro. But I can learn. I mean it can't be that hard right. So if I get the job what time do you... what time should I be here?"
Elijah knew that the land all around him was non-arable from the moment he arrived and would never be.
Therefore the need for imports-exports(trade) for anyone human but the kid needed a job and sleep deprivation or labor in which he was not treated with respect wouldn't do.
After a few weeks when he eventually finds out he will probably be angry and feeling betrayed but he will be well feed, rested and better off money wise.
With that in mind he took a breath then spoke.
"I'm not sure if this is the right job for you but I'll give you a chance. Be here at sunrise basically like 4:30 a.m."
The smile Klaus gave Elijah was in his opinion. Worth all the crap Elijah had gone through that day.
"Thank you. I promise you won't regret this." Klaus had turned away and was beginning to walk away but stops long enough to catch Elijah's gaze evenly.
"I have a dilemma, more like an inquiry."
"You need a place to stay?"
Elijah rarely bothered to care for people who weren't in his circle of friends but this newcomer gave off this strange 'alluring' aura.
(Not to be confused with the NASA mission or the 'Earth Science Projects Division' program.)
"Yeah, I'm new to...town." And this side of the planet. Really, idk.
Elijah gave small smile to the ground he guessed then looked back at him as he said.
"Tell you what, since you don't give off that thief vibe and honestly I would probably kick your ass if you tried to take my shit. I'll let you stay out back."
Klaus tried really hard not to look dejected or help the sigh of resignation but it escaped his lips anyway.
He worked quickly to cover it up with a sunny smile but it didn't reach his eyes.
Elijah couldn't stop himself from looking amused as he said.
"Not in the shack. I meant like in my house. I have a few extra rooms."
He pointed a finger outback as he kept talking.
"You can crash there for a few days until you find a place of your own. Or longer if need be and I'll take the rent money out of your pay. How does that sound?"
"Delightful. Thank you so much, again. This is fantastic. I will work my ass off and obviously I'll clean up after myself."
Klaus was also going to blurt out the words 'and you' but knew that was probably too much.
Elijah laughed loudly and whispered the words.
"It's almost like keeping a pet, more like a cow. Marvelous analogy Elijah. Why is it that I want an alpaca suddenly?"
He seemed to remember that he wasn't alone then composed himself as he spoke quietly while holding his gaze.
"I hope you take no offense in my...tasteless comment, Niklaus. I assure you that I am not under the influence of drugs, I'm just a little weird and out of-"
He stopped talking and smiled awkwardly then began to walk away looking flustered with a hint of confusion.
Klaus ran a hand thru his dirty blonde hair as he whispered the words 'none taken' then stood up and asked for directions to his room and if he could use the guy's shower.
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Elijah was busy cleaning up the mess when he sensed someone outside his doorstep and opened the door before they had a chance to knock.
An impatient looking girl about the same age as the boy, Niklaus. Stood outside his doorstep with a small bag and an awkward smile.
"I noticed that the guy who fell didn't get paid so I got the money for him. How is he? I asked around but they all said that you are the village doctor."
He was about to reply but she beat him to it by still speaking.
"Now that we're talking, how does that work? I've seen the posters all over town. You're also a boxer."
"Well the answer is-"
Oh how nice, she kept talking.
"Shouldn't you take care of your hands if you will be needing them to preform surgerys or something?"
The look Elijah gave her was basically one that said, 'I don't want to deal with this' and was going to shut the door in her face.
He was having an odd day and wasn't really planning on making a habit of taking in strays.
Instead he took notice of her attire and pulled her into the house.