I've played around with Elijah's daggering time-line so he's there when Lex wakes up. After he leaves this scene... we'll return to your previously scheduled programming -just in case you're confused with how this ties in to the TV show.
Their scent -though not as unpleasant as one would think- was sharp and distinctive.
I jumped out of bed as I heard distant footsteps coming towards me, needing a minute to brace myself for the oncoming vertigo.
Vampire, male, about three to four inches taller than me in a suit and loud dress shoes stalked in.
He gave me a small smile which quickly turned into a frown as he looked at me, "Are you alright?" he asked concerned, coming to help me back into bed.
I flinched away from him. His composure to cold. Emotions locked away from his eyes.
He seemed unperturbed as he stood in front of me, "You've been unconscious for a little over three days."
Following his gaze, I can see the sky was just lightening out. The stars disappeared, sky washed wish a gray-blue pre-daybreak.
"We haven't managed to get much food into you. The hunger pains must be getting to you."
I grimace, "I'll be fine."
"Let's get you downstairs, I'll make you breakfast."
I nod, still clutching my stomach, "May I know you name?" I ask.
"Elijah, Mikaleson," he replies, "and there's someone -Hayley- she's eager to meet you."
Turns out thousands of year old vampires still had trouble in the cooking department but thankfully, Hayley knew how to work a stove.
"It's just nice to have another werewolf around here. Vampires tend to be moody and the only conversations you can have with this bunch is if a death threat is involved," she remarks, taking a few eggs out of the near-barren fridge.
Spinach, bacon and cheese omelet. She easily slides it onto my plate and I dig in, saying between bites, "So...who's in charge of... my kidnapping... and hopefully my release paper?"
Elijah chuckles, "That would be Klaus. I'm sure Hayley can take you to him -he's in his studio. I have some loose ends to tie up but I should be back late this evening." He quickly disappears from the room.
"Any advice?" I ask Hayley.
Shaking her head and digging into a large container of orange sherbet fro-yo, she offers me some, "Want a bite? No?" she continues," Unless Klaus can use you, you're better off dead in his mind. My advice would be to just run."
Elijah tilts his head, concentrating on a distant sound, "And here comes your savior. He's in his studio" Elijah remarks, "Do try not to kill each other. As unpleasant as his company sometimes may be, he still is my brother and I'd prefer to not kill you," he finishes cooley before quietly exiting.
"See what I mean about the death threats?" Hayley mutters, giving me a knowing look, "Come on."
She leads me down the hall, past lavishly furnished rooms without a single speck of dust.
"So she wakes from the Underworld," Klaus smiles arrogantly, "What news do you bring from Limbo?"
Though he's speaking to me, he's still focused on his paintings.
"Not quite sure I've escaped from hell," I glare at him.
"And here I though I'd been treating you so well," his amused voice retorts, dropping his brushes into water he finally turns.
I look to meet a sparkling pair of blue-gray eyes. His face is well suited for his modern hair-cut and his air hints at aristocracy.
"You have an accent like the rest of them," I comment out-loud.
He crosses his arm, "Indeed I do, and you have magic."
"Which is nothing new," I shrug.
He moves closer, "Granted, but you're a werewolf. Werewolves can't access witchcraft from their genes. At best, they're a little stronger," he leans down, catching my neck in one of his strong hands when I flinched away, bringing my neck to his elongated fangs, "...heal a little faster. They can't throw a vampire halfway across the room without laying a finger on him. So love, what are you?" he asks darkly.
I gulp down a breath, feeling his cool exhale across my jugular, "You're mistaken."
"Well I don't think I am," he replies.
"Klaus!" Hayley interrupts, "Leave her alone. Haven't you killed enough people today?"
"I'd like to think so," Klaus rises, still keeping a strangle hold my neck, "but I'm always willing to make an exception."
"Werewolves don't have magic," I insited.
He looks down into my eyes. I meet his hard gaze with the same intensity... and he smiles back at me, "We have forever to talk so it doesn't matter if you give me what I want now. I'll get it out of you eventually," he states.
I look at him, confused, "Aren't you gonna threaten me?"
"Ohm, poppet," he chuckles, "that was the threat. Now, I want you off the ground floor." he leans down and stares into my eyes, pupils dilating, "You are not to leave this house without my permission."
I wave to get his attention as he strides out, "Hey, compulsion doesn't really work on me. I'm full of vervain so, yeah."
He pauses and looks at me quizzically, "Thank you for telling me." Klaus turns his attention to Hayley, "It's you're responsibility to keep her inside. If the girl steps a foot out of the house -and I will know about it- I'll snap her neck and your only chance at a friendship with one of your kind will be dead. Understand?"
Hayley nods
Klaus smiles again, "Good, I have a meeting to prepare for."
We wait until he leaves the room/
"Let's take a walk in the garden," Hayley tugs at me.
"But aren't you curious about who he's meeting with?" I ask.
"No," she lies.
"Come on aren't your c-" I began.
"As far as I know, he has no reason to keep you around beside the fact that you're pretty. If you get in his way, he will kill you," Hayley warns me.
I nod, "I know. He staked his brother -right? I'm profoundly familiar with Mikealson politics. I promise I won't get myself killed- today," I tip-toe to the other side of the room, "Thanks for caring," I look back and say, "it's nice to know someone worries about you."
Hayley mutters as I trace Klaus steps, "Werewolves, too stubborn for their own good.
"People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants; to satisfy hunger, even if doing so will cause another suffering? What some would call evil, I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world."
I press my ear aginst the wall, listening to Klaus speak to the blonde woman he lead there. Poor girl, didn't have a single drop of vervain in her system.
"... Leave through the back door there, to your left," Klaus finishes.
I waited for the door to open and shut so the noise would help to disguise to my footsteps on the creaky stairs.
"Please, come in. I know your there," Klaus shouted dryly toward the open door.
I peaked in to see him standing over the liquor bottles. I point at myself. Me?
"Who else?" he mutters as I step inside.
"I know a good psychologist outside the Quarter if you're interested in getting psychlogical help," I offered in my most inoocent expression.
"You think I'm crazy?" he asked dangerouly.
I shrug, "I'm not the one imgaining magical werewolves who can talk to the wind. And I know that girl's -Cami's- opinion matters to you. Seriously how could you not know better?"
"Care to clarify?" Klaus asks.
"She the normal girls that sees the good in monsters -as if that's so hard- that the baddies -enter Klaus Mikaelson- falls for in his efforts to be a normal person."
"I'm not a fan of normal," he contradicts, "Normal is docile. If I shouldn't fall for Camille O'Donnell -which I'm not. Do you have any ingots of wisdom as to whom I should shower with my affections?" Klaus raises an eyebrow.
"Back to the argument at hand," I reply, "Don't want the cliché ending, don't fall for the human girl. But I'm here to convince you to lift the whole 'keep her in the house or I'll snap her neck' ban."
"And you really think you'll win in an argument with me," he challenged.
She faltered for a moment, "...I don't think I have to beat you," she replied thoughfully, "I just need to let you overwhelm yourself."
Klaus laughed at that, "Pride go'eth before a fall and all that rot."
I shook my head, "Like you said before. People are evil and selfish and cruel. They'll use you to achieve their own ends, no matter how much you suffer. You have to bear it all and still, they get what h they want in the end. Despite the fact that this world is amazing, you're always so focused on some stupid end-goal, you destroy the important parts of yourself. You've had eternity to find that out and you waste it. "
He tilts his head, so much hope, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you sound envious."
I shrug again, "Strength, immortal youth and complusion. It's seems a fair trade to never have to be afraid again."
"Same could be said werewolves," he responded.
My hands curled inward, "But vampires have control."
Both of our heads snap toward Hayley's scream.
Ahh! Get! Awa-!
We both run toward the sound, Klaus passing as a blur in front of me.
