Chapter 10
Later that night he and Elijah go out for a drink, needing privacy.
Klaus holds the liquor in his cheeks before swallowing one big gulp, taking in the burning sensation.
Elijah is quiet, the only sound comes from his ring lightly tapping the shot glass.
The bartender walks over, slowly wiping down the table.
Klaus eyes her up and down, "Sweetheart, Janelle is it? Could you be so kind to get us another bottle?" He lifts his empty bottle high above his head.
She smiles, obnoxiously chewing her pink gum. "We 're fresh out. There's a mourning going on over there. Some guy died," she slowly sits her hands on her hips, and blows a bubble. "I heard he was a really nice guy, he would give the very clothes off his back to anyone. Shame, we need more people like him in this world ."
He grabs her arm.
Elijah looks around, "Niklaus."
Klaus stares into her eyes. "I said, get us a bottle. I don't care if you take it from the rotting corpse himself."
She walks away quickly, compelled to complete the task.
"Perfect, Niklaus just perfect was that your display of your exquisite charm and wit?" He sips his drink.
"I don't have time to joke around."
"Obviously you do, seeing as you can't keep your play things to yourself. Besides why are we here? At Rousseau's, a quarter bar?"
"We don't talk about your indiscretions, if you know what's good for you, leave mines be".
"Leave it be? That's not an option and you know it, and as much as I love my niece, my 'indiscretions never came to be a living thing, bringing up enemies and such".
"That's a lie and you know it. It may have not been one of the rarest of forms to come in, but some of your lovers have been scorned, determined to take revenge on our family".
"Just like this "Ingrid" women? Do you believe her?"
He turns slightly wanting see his face when he answered.
"No."
"Well If that wasn't the surest answer I've ever heard".
"Elijah," He says' at the same time.
"In a way. She's right, in this particular coven only males can perform magic and spells."
"How convenient, it backs her story of her not being a witch."
"It's certainly true, ancient Egypt was one of earliest civilizations, they kept their women beneath them, believing them to be inferior and men themselves to be their better. Its also one of the most dominant civilizations, they thrived."
"This Giza Coven? Named after the pyramids?"
"Yes it suits them, unique, rare and impossible to replicate. Their magic is unverifiable. Grimoires are still buried with them to this day."
Elijah just listens,taking it all in. If they were so great why hadn't he, an original, heard of them.
"I know what you're thinking, but if you do your job right no one will know you exist, they're shrouded in mystery. Come to think of it, some vampires don't know we exist, lacking knowledge of their creators and linage.
The women comes back with the bottle, pouring them their drinks.
"Either way resurrections, mummifications and ancient evil. This is no coven I want to make an enemy out of, or have any part of for that matter."
"And here I thought you were the only ancient evil."
"Im serious Elijah."
"What are you prepared to do?"
"You're asking me?"
"You seem to be the child's father," Klaus glares, "and you speak as if you know someone from this coven. As if you heard of a personal experience."
"That was decades ago."
They both decide to wait until ingrid's plan unfolds, if something were to go wrong they'd all be there, ready to retaliate if necessary.
"Would you trade your indiscretions for mine?"
"Never in a million years, beautiful women come with difficulties, don't forget Aurora."
"Speaking of beautiful women," Camille enters the bar.
Then Klaus sees Marcel enter the other way."I'll take Marcel, you take Camille."
Klaus grabs his leather jacket from the table and downs one last shot before moving.
"That seems fair, you do know there are other bars in the quarter right?"
"Elijah please".
Camille slowly walks in, seeing Klaus leave she immediately goes after him, only to have Elijah sidestep her.
"Whoa Elijah." She turns her head to where he was sitting.
"Camille." He smiles.
"Where's he going?"
"Who?"
"Are you really going to play that game? I can tell when my companys not wanted." She takes a seat, holding the glass cup in her hand.
"Perhaps it just can't be entertained at the moment.". She twirls the cup around in her fingers.
"Whatever Elijah. Klaus is a grown man. A thousand years old at that, don't make excuses for him. I opened up and put my heart out there."
She drinks the remaining alcohol at the bottom of the cup then sniffs.
"Camille it's hard for him to accept an apology, once he's been hurt he can be rather difficult."
"So he told you."
"He didn't have to."
She stares up at Elijah.
"Rejection from you is hard for him and in return I can't imagine you like the feeling either."
She shakes her head.
"He's not ready to forgive, not yet but be patient with him." Elijah carefully puts on his coat, " You'll be glad you did," He lays a hand on her shoulder. "Even if it's not in the form a relationship you desire it's worth it. He'll come around camille, I promise.
Elijah smiles and exits the bar.