Thank you so much DTaylor and Goodwillwin for your continued reviews and support of this, it's really surprising the feedback I am getting back from this. You guys are awesome for sticking with me!
Thank you Black Star for your great review. That is one thing I have tried to capture in this is Elijah's mannerisms and speech, it's one of my favorite things about him. He's my favorite original, and I don't often find him portrayed correctly in the works I have read and it had irritated me. I am really glad that I have been successful so far, fingers crossed that I can keep doing it!
I should also mention that I am not a Davina fan either.
04. More Introductions Are Made
Keira stood, silent and still, in the corner while the two brothers discussed the proper handling of Hayley. I guess it is a good thing that I went to Elijah instead of Klaus. Keira thought. If I had to serve Klaus I think I would try to kill myself, no scratch that, I think I would definitely try to kill him first.
She was shocked though to hear Elijah raise his voice, she hadn't expected that from the poise that he usually shows. Goes to show you that still waters certainly do run very deep. She wondered of there was other ways to make him lose that poise, other than being an annoying know-it-all younger brother. She almost grinned to herself, yes she could definitely think of one way for him to lose his stoic composure.
"Haven't heard anything from you, little She-Devil." Klaus said, apparently they were done discussing Hayley for the moment, and Klaus was eager to turn his attention on someone else.
"You know that I do actually have a name." She said, stepping out of the shadows and stopping just behind Elijah's right shoulder.
"Oh I don't know." Klaus said, his voice cocky. "I just didn't think they give names to farel little rats from the streets."
"Now, now Klaus." She chided. "you know that's not the proper way to speak of the mother of your child."
She could see by the stiffening of Elijah's shoulder's that she had shocked him by her courage, or stupidity, to mention Klaus' child.
Klaus' reaction wasn't as well hidden, he shook his head a bit and said. "Oh you are going to pay for that, luv."
"Am I?" She asked, her voice hardened and cold "Many have tried to make me pay just for the mere crime of existing, do you think that I will be frightened by your vain threats and empty words? Think again!" She stepped closer to him until they were just inches apart. "You are most certainly welcome to try to succeed where they have failed, but I warn you to succeed on your first try, for if you should fail, know that you will most certainly suffer my vengeance, and I promise you that it will be so long and so painful that you will beg for me to finish it!"
She could see that she had startled him, maybe even frightened him a little, good.
"I guess we understand each other." He said, unwilling to concede to her.
"I guess we do." She paused for a moment. "Luv."
She did not wait for Elijah's dismissal but strode outside of the room eager to get out of Klaus' presence.
"Do you think she meant all that?" Klaus asked Elijah, once she had stepped out the door.
"Oh I don't doubt it, brother." Elijah paused to think for a second. "The strangest thing is that I think that she might just be able to do it too."
Elijah left his brother before Klaus could say anything else and joined Keira, he instantly noticed that this was a different person than who he was used to dealing with. Gone was the almost genial, sarcastic woman of the morning, and in its place was a cold stranger, capable of unleashing death if she so chose. He wondered if this was her true personality, or if this was what centuries of living as a slave would do to those who would only see her as a weapon.
He knew that he could not afford to make the mistake of thinking of her as anything less than that. A dangerous weapon capable of a terrible impact. Hers would not be the bombastic explosion that was Niklaus' anger, no instead it would be silent, deadly, and focused to do the precise damage that was called for. Still he could not forget that she was also more than just a weapon, she was also a beautiful woman that had a certain vulnerability to her. He almost felt a need to protect her, which was foolish because she had more than proved able to protect herself.
He did not let any of his thoughts show, but rather showed his usual calm, collected self.
"Come." He said. "There is an old friend across the river that I must meet."
She did not say anything but merely followed him two steps behind his left shoulder.
They walked for a bit before coming to what looked like a brick warehouse, and by the time they had reached it Keira was able to shrug off her dark persona, and assume her usual attitude. Before they turned the corner of one building that led to the open yard she could hear a man speaking. His speech delicate, as if to draw in the listeners, telling them of the emotional upheaval they would feel as vampires. When they came into sight she could see the speaker standing above his group, describing the heart they would hear, beating it's delicate rhythm. She thought to herself that for all that humans thought they were invincible when they were younger, it did not take much to stop that rhythm forever.
She continued to walk when Elijah had stopped, until she was alongside him. She had noticed that as the speaker talked Elijah seemed to draw into himself, as if lost to a memory of days past. She kept an eye on Elijah while still keeping her attention on the man and his group.
She noticed that the speaker was now done and had his attention on Elijah, she was standing close enough to nudge him out of his memories, so that by time the man called Elijah's name, Elijah's focus was back. Once she was sure that his attention was in the present she stepped back a couple of steps to allow her master his privacy. It seemed though the man was not satisfied to allow her to step back.
"Who is your friend?" He asked, his voice congenial.
"This is Keira, a new acquaintance that I have picked up recently, Keira this is Marcel, an old friend."
"Ah." He said, his eyes shrewed as he looked her over. She could see the moment he figured out what she was becuase his eyes widened and his body stiffened.
"Ok first off two quiestions, one you brought a hybrid here? And second where did you find this one?"
"First off Marcel I need not remind you that I do not require your permission to bring anyone I desire anywhere in the city. And second relax, she will not attack you or your people."
"You swear?" The Marcel asked
"I swear, not unless I give the order."
"So if I hear or see anything of a homicidal hybrid I know who to come to call on."
"I can assure you that it will not be Keira who will be attacking you, not unless you give me good cause to."
"So now you have a hybrid of your own to do your heavy work."
"You know me better than that Marcel. You know that I am fully capable of, how did you say it? Doing my own "heavy work".
"Fair enough." Marcel said willing to let it go for now.
Elijah led Marcel further away to give the illusion of privacy. It wasn't hard to listen to their conversation and Keira kept one ear on it while keeping her other senses focused on their surroundings, always wary for an attack.
Wolves, moonlight rings, Harvest Girl, Davina, white oak stake. She knew about the wolves and the witches, it was hard not to when Francesca had her fingers in a lot of pies, but what was the deal with the white oak stake? She figured that if she was patient enough she might just come to learn just what it was. Seeing that they were done threatening each other she followed Elijah when he left, although she noted that Marcel did not stop watching her until she was out of sight.
They waited to meet up with Marcel in the marketplace, and Keira took the time to take in all of the sights, smells, and noise of the place. She had been rarely given a chance to just experience something for the joy of it so she thought she could enjoy it while it lasts. Of course she was not actually down there taking it all in, instead Elijah had ordered her to observe from a distance away. Specifically the roof where she could observe the meeting, so here she was currently hanging around on a hot roof, squatted down trying to maintain her balance, trying to keep her butt off of the hot tiles, and looking down on her master as he waited for Marcel to show. If she didn't know any better she would say that this was punishment for an earlier comment of hers, perhaps the one to Hayley. Whatever the case may be Keira figured this fell under cruel and unusual punishment.
She knew the moment Marcel showed up and she watched him make his way over to Elijah. Heard him warn Elijah to be on his way before Davina arrived.
She figured by Elijah's response that he had already decided to leave the area before Davina got there, but he just didn't want Marcel to think that he could order around an Original. If it had been Klaus she could see the sense of the warning, but with Elijah he was a tactician that understood when to disappear, and when to make an appearance.
Um, threats and bloodshed, really buddy? Apex predator there you are talking to, not some fluffy teddy bear. You might want to remember that "threats a bloodshed" bit when you try to order around an Original.
When Marcel left she abandoned the roof and made her way to Elijah and noticed that he seemed to have lost his focus again. This time on a pair of men playing chess. "What is it about Marcel that seems to bring out these lapses? She wondered.
Elijah brought himself out of it this time and, after making sure she was there, started to make his own way through the marketplace. She followed Elijah, wondering just what type of person this Davina really was.
Her first impression of Davina was not a good one even after seeing her in person. She could tell that Davina had a good relationship with Marcel, but that it was shadowed by Davina's idealism. So confidant, so arrogant in her way, so ready to take down the great evil before her, namely Klaus and Elijah.
Keira almost shook her head at the girl's idealism and pride, so puffed up by her own power and rightness in her own little world that she was willing to try to face down the predators before her. Right or wrong about Klaus and Elijah, Keira knew that one did not face down power like that unless if you knew you could defeat it, or if you were willing to pay the ultimate price. Keira didn't think that Davina had thought it through, or she knew that Marcel's feelings for her would protect herself.
She was a young girl, led by her emotions, and in Keira's experience that did not win over clarity, precision, and tactics. Timing was key, timing and the ability to control your emotions so that one could better focus on what needed to be done. Once one lets emotion rule over oneself, the fight is lost.
Davina was so wrapped up in her emotions that she failed to see Keira when she walked by, Keira could barely contain the urge growl at her, but was able to contain herself.
Keira nodded her head at Elijah's silent order to follow the girl to where she was staying, glad to be out roaming the city, usually her missions were for the night so she enjoyed the challenge of following someone in broad daylight. She was a silent shadow, thanks to years of practice, and finally followed Davina to St. Anne's Parish.
She circled the building, catching an elusive scent but unable to tell just who, or what, was in there. She waited and sure enough Davina left, hurrying to where Keira couldn't tell. With Davina gone Keira looked around the church and followed her scent to a locked door, but was unable to enter it due to a spell. Witches!
She supposed she would just have to wait for Davina's return, but then she got a call from Elijah, ordering her to meet up at a bar, of all places. She was making her way to the bar when she felt, thanks to the ring, that her master was now in danger so she sped up trying to get to him in time.
She arrived just in time to see a man struggling with Elijah, trying to push a silver encrusted stake directly into his heart, when the stake pierced his chest and Elijah let out a yell of pain, she growled angrily and charged the man, shoving him off of her master and into a wall. She stood in front of Elijah protectively and drew one of her daggers, snarling a warning at the man to come no closer, the sound was so guttural, so animalistic that it brought the man up short for a moment.
"Another filthy hybrid, this city seems to breed them." He said sneering at her, but before he could attack Marcel threw a bracelet to Davina and the man was ordered to leave.
Keira couldn't help but needle the man a little after that comment. "That's right, obey your mistress like a good little lap dog."
He snarled, but was unable to disobey the compulsion of the bracelet as Keira knew he couldn't.
As he left Keira noted that he had the same scent that was at the church. Keira looked to Elijah for further instructions, and to tell him of the scent, but his attention however was on the only other soul in the bar beside Marcel, so Keira shrugged her shoulders, straightened her clothes, and placed her dagger back in its sheath. She was eager to leave this place and relax in her new room, but apparently her master had still not forgotten her little comment to Haley because as soon as they made it back she was ordered to search the city for the little witch.
She grumbled under her breath once out of earshot but still tried to find Davina. Once she had searched the church, but found no sign there she informed Elijah. Then combed the city, but still found no sign of her. It was early morning before she admitted defeat and crept back to her master.
She was angry at herself for coming back to him like an abused dog with its tail between its legs, scared that its master would dole out more punishments, but she had failed and experience had taught her that masters did not take too kindly to failure. No matter that she was one of the most deadly creatures on the planet, nor for the fact that it wasn't even her fault.
Previous master's certainly didn't care, even seemed to take enjoyment from the fact that they possessed such power over a being as dangerous as her. She was so prepared for the worst that it shocked her speechless that Elijah, after hearing her report didn't even get angry.
"Very well, get something to eat and some rest. I shall call you when I need you."
Still speechless she could only nod and stare at his retreating back until he turned a corner and out of her sight. She shook her head, trying to come to terms with the fact that she would not be punished for failing. She did not know just how long she stood there in shock, only the sound of approaching footsteps finally moved her to action and she set about looking for some food before finally collapsing onto her nice, comfortable, so soft, so amazing bed.