Starting on May 13th I will no longer have access to internet, so my stories will stop till at least Christmas. I will update what i can in my short amount of time. I do not own the Originals, only Noah. I'm sorry the chapter is short.

"Talk"

'Thought'

Chapter 8

Elijah was searching the bayou thoroughly for his son. When he got the call an hour before he immediately left to find him. Klaus had his vampires searching the rest of New Orleans for Noah in case he made it out of the bayou. Elijah had searched almost all of the bayou and was tempted to get the wolves when he heard a low groan of pain. Elijah made his way over to where the noise had come from.

He soon came upon his son covered in mud and rain, out cold. Noah was curled up in the fetal position, shivering and coughing. Elijah took off his coat and picked up his son with it, wrapping him up in it. Elijah didn't care that his coat would most likely be ruined, he wanted to save his son. Elijah vamp sped to his car, setting his son in the backseat.

Elijah broke all the driving laws to get back to the Abattoir. Once he reached the compound the vampires were all alerted and went back to their duties. Elijah carried his son to the guest room that Elijah had converted for his son. It was perfect for a teenager since it had an xbox one, a playstation 4, a huge flat screen tv, a kick ass stereo, a king bed, a laptop on a desk, and a walk-in closet with brand new clothes all in his son's size. A bathroom was connected to the bedroom, so Elijah carried his son into there.

Elijah had a vampire run a bath a few minutes before he got there, so it was full and hot when they arrived. Elijah stripped his son of his clothes, which were nothing but shreds now. He put his son in the bathtub and watched as the mud began to slide off of his body. Elijah rolled up his shirt sleeves and grabbed a rag to clean his son off. He washed off the mud softly, especially when he saw the wounds on him after some mud was removed.

Elijah was silent as he cleaned his son up. When he came across a werewolf bite he growled. Noah came to instantly after that, fear in his eyes. "I'm sorry" Noah said as he tried to sit up. Elijah pushed his son back down into the water. Noah focused his blurry gaze onto his father and visibly relaxed.

"You found me" Noah said in relief. "Of course I did" Elijah said. "I thought… you wouldn't… come" Noah said softly. "You're my son" Elijah said as if that is the only reason he needed. "I know, but… I don't a-act like… it" Noah said. Elijah hadn't stopped cleaning Noah as they spoke, so he was able to see the ten other werewolf bites.

"We need to get some of Niklaus' blood in you so you won't die" Elijah said, standing up. "I've been bitten before… I survived… f-fine" Noah assured. "There is no reason to put you through it again, besides this will most likely last for a day or two considering all the bites you have" Elijah said. Noah didn't say anything as he was lifted out of the tub and carried into the bedroom. Elijah laid his son in bed after drying him off, covering him up.

The wounds weren't bleeding at the moment, so he went to find Klaus. Elijah found Klaus in his study painting. "I need your blood Niklaus, my son has fallen ill from werewolf bites" Elijah said. Wordlessly Klaus bit into his wrist and poured the contents of his blood into a bottle that Elijah provided. Elijah went back to his son, who had fallen into a restless sleep.

Elijah shook his son awake softly, who looked at him with lidded eyes. "Take this, you'll feel better" Elijah said. Elijah held his son in his arms as he tipped the blood into his mouth. Since it was blood Noah swallowed it greedily, but a second later he was coughing it up. Elijah was worried by the outcome.

"Looks like his blood doesn't work on me… I'm suppose to suffer" Noah said slowly. Elijah couldn't deny the truth behind his words, so he only nodded. "At least I'm safe here" Noah said with a laugh. "Let's get you patched up since the werewolf venom is keeping you from healing" Elijah said, seeing his son's wounds beginning to reopen. "That's nice" Noah said nonchalantly.

Elijah collected gauze and antiseptic spray. "This may hurt at first, but you'll feel better after" Elijah said as he propped up his son over the covers. Elijah examined his son's wounds closely. Noah had three broken ribs, a huge gash across his cheek, a broken nose, a bloody lip, lacerations all over his legs, bruises littered his stomach along with a long gash across his torso, and his arms were bruised. Noah was in bad shape, that was for sure.

Elijah got to work on his son's injuries. Noah moaned every now and then from being moved or just pain. It took a while, but soon Noah was all wrapped up. Elijah could see that some of the pain had been elevated from him, which gave Elijah a respite. The werewolf bites had been cleaned and were no longer bleeding, but they were nasty looking.

"The bites were really deep so they definitely hurt" Elijah said. Noah didn't respond since he was out cold. Klaus entered the bedroom. "I wonder why my blood didn't work" Klaus said, stopping behind his brother. "I don't know either, but every supernatural has it's weaknesses, this must be it" Elijah said.

"Possibly" Klaus said. "He'll be infected for two days at most, let's hope it's sooner" Elijah said. "He's a Mikaelson, he'll make it through this" Klaus said. "After he is healed I will be hunting down some wolves" Elijah said darkly. Elijah knew that eleven bites couldn't be an accident, this was meant to make his son suffer. "We do not know that it was the Crescents" Klaus said, defending the wolves since they were apart of his plans.

"I will question Noah tomorrow, once I know who the culprits are I will be ending them immediately" Elijah said seriously. his tone brooking no argument. Klaus could tell that his older brother was serious. Suddenly Noah sat up and vomited blood all over his father. Elijah cradled his son in his arms as he threw up all over him, not caring in the slightest about his expensive suit.

Noah curled into his father for comfort after he was finished vomiting. Elijah knew that something else was wrong with his son when he heard his heartbeat, which was fast and erratic. The fever and clammy skin was common, along with vomiting. But that didn't explain the chills, dry coughs, and shallow breathing his son had. Klaus noticed it as well.

"I believe your son may have pneumonia" Klaus said once he saw Noah clutching

his chest in pain. "My chest hurts… someone's stabbing me" Noah moaned. "No one's stabbing you" Elijah assured, rubbing his son's back softly. "I will send out a vampire to retrieve him medicine" Klaus said. "Injections only, also have them get an IV for fluids to keep him hydrated and fed" Elijah said, getting a nod from Klaus.

Elijah laid Noah back down, who whimpered at the loss of contact. "It's okay Noah, you are safe" Elijah said softly. Noah calmed down somewhat at hearing his father's voice. "I didn't do anything wrong" Noah cried softly. Elijah rubbed his son's head softly, who whimpered. "I'm sorry mom… I'm sorry for… yelling at you" Noah mumbled, lost in the beginnings of hallucinations.

Elijah pulled away from his son, having made up his mind to just stand guard over him. Noah would moan and groan, occasionally rolling over in pain, trying to relieve it. Noah released a loud groan, then a scream of pain before falling unconscious for good. Elijah knew that Noah was dreaming and was curious, so he put his hands on his son's head. Immediately he was taken into his son's mind.

(Inside Noah's mind)

A four year old Noah was walking through the bayou, singing some random toon he had made up. He was dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans with brand new tennis shoes on. Every wolf he would pass he would wave and give them a cheery smile, getting nods from the wolves in return. Noah hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, so he didn't realize he ended up right outside of the bayou. "What do we have here" a voice said.

Noah stopped in his tracks when two male vampires appeared five feet away from him. Noah had a toy train in his hand, which he dropped when he saw the vampires. "If it isn't a baby wolf to be" one of the vampire's sneered. "I'm peckish, what do you say we rid the world of one less mongrel" the other vampire laughed. At those words Noah spun around and vampire sped away.

Noah didn't make it far as the vampires rammed into him, throwing him ten feet and landing on the ground with a thud. "What are you mutt, you shouldn't be able to do that" a vampire demanded. Before Noah could respond six wolves came out of the trees and launched themselves at the two vampires. A younger version of Eve came running out, scooping up Noah into her arms and hugging him for dear life. "Don't you ever do that again young man" Eve scolded once she set him down in the campsite. "What were those mama" Noah inquired, scared.

"They are what we call vampires… half of what you are" Eve said.

(. . .)

Noah was now seven, but instead of being in the bayou he was in the French Quarter with his mother. It was the first time he had been out of the bayou, so he couldn't help but to stare at everything in awe. Eve kept her son close as she did the shopping for the pack, getting food for the next full moon. Usually the two ate whatever the pack hunted, but since they were reverting to human form once every month they had a big dinner together on the night. She had her birthmark covered up so she wouldn't be spotted.

The day was simple, but nice for the duo. It was amazing to get out of the bayou, even though they were terrified of being caught, or at least Eve was. The two had stopped for lunch at a random cafe before heading back to the bayou.

(. . .)

Today was Noah's eleventh birthday, which happened to coincide of the night of the full moon. Eve decided to let him stay up late so he could have a birthday party with the pack as humans. The night was great, at least it was until Oliver started being mean towards him. "You don't belong here vampire spawn" Oliver sneered. This had been happening ever since the wolves took human form.

Noah wanted to cry so badly, but kept his cool for the entire night. Once the pack had taken on the form of wolves once again Noah went straight to his camper and cried.

(. . .)

Noah was now thirteen and crying. His mom had just died from the explosions in the bayou. "It's all my fault, why can't I be stronger" Noah mumbled. Noah felt the dark veins appear under his eyes, his eyes becoming blood red. The amber in his eyes stood out as his fangs shot out. 'This is who I am, a vampire… at least for now' Noah thought.

"Someday I will be a hybrid, but not right now" Noah growled.