Chapter 6
Living with the Mikaelsons had it's ups and downs. Niklaus and I get along well, though we don't see eye to eye sometimes. I have also been spending most of my time with Marcellus, educating him, and teaching him how to play piano. Elijah helps me, when he is not playing around with Celesté Dubitch. Ugh! She makes me so...She annoys me to no end! Always taking Elijah when we are trying to have a pleasant conversation, or when he has plans with Marcellus and I. Now, it's one thing to take him from me, but he is hurting Marcellus as well. Even though Elijah is my closest friend, him leaving us behind for HER has put a strain on our friendship. When I confronted him of it, he has apologized, and seemed guilty at the time, but he constantly does it over and over again. Just like today, Elijah is missing when he is supposed to be helping me teach Marcellus how to play basic pieces on the piano. I have been sitting here on the piano bench, next to Marcellus, teaching him the basics, and where is Elijah? Not here! Marcellus sighs when he hits the same wrong key for the fifth time in a row. "I can't do it, Mama Lizzie! Where is Elijah? I thought he was helping us today?" Sighing, I wrap my arm around him. "Little Gerard, you can do anything you set your mind to! As for Elijah, I have a feeling where is whereabouts are, so keep practicing, I'll look for the irksome man!" I kiss his forehead and leave the room, heading up the stairs, towards giggling I hear. I stop near the bathroom door, next to Elijah's room, when I hear voices on the other side. I hear Celesté and I grit my teeth in frustration. "Assistance, please good sir?" She says to, whom I believe is the fool I search for, Elijah. "No, I'm much happier taking in such a wondrous view. It's perfection." Rolling my eyes, I listen more, when suddenly, Celesté mentioned Niklaus. "Your brother is, again, up to no good. He's challenging the gentry to duels, as though they have any chance of a fair fight." I shake my head at Niklaus's idiocy. Elijah sighs. "I do grow weary of sacrificing my joy to temper my brother's mischief. Surely, you can cast one of your powerful spells to put him in his place?" Anger seeths in me. Does he forget that I am one of the most powerful witches in New Orleans? She scoffs with a little giggle at the end. "It would take a hundred witches to put him in his place!" Ha! I could do that by myself! "Besides, he only ever listens to you." So not so! Niklaus listens to me, more than he listens to Elijah! By his next words, I imagine that smirk on his face, making me want to slap it off. "Yes, he certainly needs a little discipline. Spanking of some kind is in order. I think I shall need some rehearsal. Come." With that, I left. I arrive back to Marcellus and we continue with our lesson, alone. Elijah comes down the stairs half an hour later, interrupting us, to speak to me. "Elizabeth, a word please?" Not looking at him, I continue my lesson as I answer. "Elijah, anything you wish to discuss with me, can be said with Little Gerard present, or not at all." I could feel the confusion and irritation radiating off of him.A sigh is heard before he speaks."It's Niklaus. He has been dueling with the gentry men. You know as well as I, that it is an unfair duel." I scoff. "And what, pray tell, do you wish me to do about YOUR brother?" He comes into my vision, placing a hand on the piano. "He gives you his highest respect, and he is also your friend. I need you to help me talk sense into him. If the body count continues to rise, Father is sure to find us." Knowing their past, I considered going, but I was hesitant, and he could sense it. "Please, Elizabeth. If you truly care for my family at all...For me. For Marcellus, you will help me stop Niklaus's actions." That struck a nerve. How dare he use my emotions to manipulate me into helping him! I banged my hands against the piano keys in anger, startling Marcellus. Quickly, I stand up and face Elijah, anger clearly on my face. "DO NOT use my emotions to try and manipulate me into your plans Elijah Mikaelson!" My fist clinch, and his eyes widen, realizing his mistake. "Elizabeth, I-" "You question my love for this family? I was shunned from my home because of standing by this family!" "Elizabeth, please-" "You question my love for you? I stood by you since you arrived to New Orleans!" "I know, I-" "You DARE to question my love for Marcellus? The one to which I claim as my son? MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD? When yet, while you were supposed to be helping him in his studies, I was here giving him his lesson, whilst you were off messing around with Celeste Dubois, ignoring your promises to Marcellus of helping educate him, once again!" The venom of my words make his eyes fill with guilt and shame. "Elizabeth, I did not mean-" I use my powers to throw him towards the front door, slamming him against the wall. Holding him there, I cause him a migraine, making him cry out in pain. "You question my love and loyalty to this family?" A scoff leaves me and a deep growl forms. "Where is yours?" I release him. He falls, breathing heavily from the relief of pain. "You wish to keep your brother in line? Go fix it yourself, I have my own duties and promises I intend to keep." I leave him there, returning to Marcellus. Once I heard the front door open and close, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "My apologies, Little Gerard. I wish you did not have to witness that part of myself." Surprisingly, he hugs me tight, and I hold him close to me. Wanting to lighten the mood, I get an idea. "Are you hungry?" Marcellus nods. "Would you like to make some cookies?" He grins widely. "Yes! Very much so!" With a grin, I guide him to the kitchen. When we were done, the kitchen was a mess, and Marcellus and I were covered head to toe in flour. We were sitting at the table eating milk and cookies, when Niklaus walks in. He looks at the messy room, then to us, covered in flour, amusement filling his eyes. I wave awkwardly, pick up the cookie plate, lift it up to Niklaus, and speaks with my mouth full. "Cookie?" He laughs and takes one, patting Marcellus on the back proudly. Suddenly, Elijah's devastated screams fill the air. I quickly stand, but Niklaus gently pushed me back down onto my seat. "Niklaus, what is going on?" He sighs, running a hand through his gold, curly locks. "To cover my tracks, I made the people believe that witches, except you, were using my victims for blood sacrifice. They went on a witch hunt, and I'm guessing that they have gotten to Celesté." I gasp in shock, holding my hand to my mouth. "I did not here them, I would have stopped them if I had!" He places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I know, Lizzie, I know." With a heavy heart, I let Elijah mourn in peace, and continued my day. Even though I feel sorry that Elijah lost his beloved, but that does not change the way he acted, and the words that were said. For once, I can't just let it go.