It had only been a couple days since the incident, and Elijah's impatience could be felt anywhere in the house. Whatever Klaus had said during their last chat, it clearly hadn't been good, and Cella rubbed at her forehead. If she couldn't find a way to calm him, they may both be at each other's throats in no time. As if reading her mind, he entered the sunroom where she was lounging with Hope sprawled across her stomach. If it weren't for the feelings radiating off of him, this could almost be a vacation.
"How is she?" He kept his voice quiet for the baby's sake as he took a seat nearby.
"She is fine. You, on the other hand, are not." She gave him a pointed look, and his eyebrow did its typical arch. "You can deny it all you want, but you're driving me insane. So, what is it?"
"How can you possibly know what I'm feeling?" His voice was tinged with curiosity now, and his irritation was lessening. She breathed a small sigh of relief.
"It's something I've always been able to do. People's emotions can affect me, if they're strong enough. So, being around vampires and hybrids…" His eyes had widened considerably now, and she could see him struggling to shut himself off. Cella gave a small chuckle. "It's not something either of us can control. I can't turn it off, and not even the great Elijah Mikaelson can block me out." She turned back to hope, focusing on the peace coming from the baby, letting it soothe the emotions from him. "It's useful, when it comes to dealing with people I'm not accustomed to."
"I apologize if anything I've felt-" He leaned closer, his concern clear on his face even as she waved him off.
"No one should ever have to apologize for their feelings. We cannot help how we feel." She shifted carefully, not wanting to disturb the resting babe on her chest. "For the most part, I tend not to tell people about it. They get weird." She smirked at him, and she could see it all sink in. If nothing else, it drove away the irritation he had been feeling. That changed when his phone buzzed, and he let out a huff.
"What, Niklaus?" Whatever was said changed his tone immediately. At the same time, she felt someone cross the perimeter, sending her into high alert. She stood, careful to keep the baby quiet, and headed straight for the nursery upstairs. A few murmured words put a barrier between Hope and the world, and as Cella began to descend the stairs, she heard a crash. She rushed towards the sound, finding Elijah on the ground with blood on his shirt, a dark man standing above him. Without thinking, she launched herself at the man, flinging the both of them to the side. He threw her off, tossing her into a wall. She could feel Elijah's cold fury, and she used it to fuel her own power. As the man turned back to the vampire, she stood, conjuring as much power into herself as she could. Lightbulbs snapped and shattered around them, and both men turned to her as a wind picked up.
"Elijah, get Hope out of here." He hesitated, looking up at her with confusion and worry. "Do it now." She could feel his anger himself even as he ran to get her out. The dark man seemed to be weakened, and she knew she could take care of him in one fell swoop. She took a deep breath, waiting until she felt Elijah and Hope escape before giving a small smile. In an instant, the house seemed to explode, with the elements tearing through. As Cella collapsed amongst the ruins, she couldn't help but be proud that she'd fulfilled what she was meant to do.