Chapter 11
Elijah- the captive Hero
Elijah groaned and woke. Then he tried to move and found he couldn't. Chains. Chains held he in place and the faint sense of incenses burning in the place around him.
"Hello, Elijah. My dear boy." The voice of Esther through Lenore met his ears and he opened his eyes. He'd been dreaming, dreaming of a locked red door and he was chasing Alana and Hayley down towards the door and then he had bitten Hayley before waking up.
"What are you doing to me?" He rasped.
"Giving you an option to change. To change your ways and join the family once more in a new body. Just think you could give Alana more than the one child whose birth might kill her." Esther smiled tenderly, but with a look of malice in her eyes. Elijah growled. " I know you don't mean to kill your butterflies when they land on your fingers but that is just what you do, Elijah. Take the first you killed but did not mean to.." The image of Tatia, the original doppelgänger filled his face.
"No. You killed her mother, not me, you used her blood to make the charm to suppress Niklaus' werewolf nature." Elijah gasped.
"Oh, Elijah, dear boy. You choose to forget, to hide behind a mask. Let me show you the truth." Esther, now within Lenore held a candle, alight, before him. Showed him images of Tatia, who he and Niklaus had fallen for, centuries ago, images he did not want to see, including the moment when he killed her, completely by accident.
They vanished and he returned to the present still chained up within the tomb.
"You see? That was only the beginning." Esther commented. "Every butterfly that lands upon your finger, completely unawares that it will be the start of their tragic end. Katerina, Celeste, Alana..." Now flashed an image of Alana, in full bridal gown, large with child-Elijah's private dream-before his eyes.
He growled. "Don't you dare hurt her."
"It is not me who would hurt her, Elijah. It is you. For you killed Tatia. You locked behind that red door in your mind, all the bodies of your victims. How long will it be before your precious Hayley or your beloved Alana end up behind it as well?" Esther said through Lenore, making images of the red door, of him attacking Hayley, of him hurting Alana or his unborn child flashed before his eyes.
"SHUT UP!" He roared and blacked out.
Meanwhile, Alana had awoken and made her way downstairs to meet Hayley as she crossed the courtyard. "Allie, have you seen Elijah?"
"No, not yet, why?" Alana asked.
"I wanted to tell him the children were safe. We got them out of town." Hayley said cautiously.
"Oh, that's good. I'm going to see Marcel." Alana said pulling on her coat.
"I'll come with you." Hayley said but stopped in her tracks as Alana raised her hand.
"Sorry. Hayley, this is something I have to do alone." With that Hayley gently fell to the floor in a deep sleep and Alana left the compound and made her way across the river.
Alana walked quickly up the stairs to the main room of Marcel's accommodation. "Marcellus?" She called.
"Alana?" He asked appearing from around a corner. "Is something wrong?" He offered her a glass of whiskey but she shook her head.
"No, thanks. Elijah is missing, he didn't return last night. Nor did Oliver. I know he was helping you get the children to safety." Alana began and Marcel lead her to a seat before sitting opposite her. "Have you seen him?"
"No, I haven't. Did the children get out?"
"Yes they did, Hayley asked me to tell you." Alana smiled, hands folded over her stomach in silent communication.
"Congrats to you and Elijah." Marcel smiled, a quizzical look on his face. Alana laughed.
"I'll teach you your history one day, Marcellus. Well thank you for your hospitality." She rose from her seat and leant forward, placing a maternal like kiss to his cheek.
"Where are you going?" He grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"I'm going to find Elijah."
"Not alone you're not. I'm coming with you," he put down his tumbler glass and grabbed his jacket and followed her down the stairs and out into New Orleans. Only to be confronted with an angry Hayley on the phone to...Niklaus.
"...well now I can't find either of them... Jesus Christ thank god your okay, Alana. Don't disappear like that... What klaus? No, I haven't seen Mikael. Alright we'll find Elijah you deal with Mikael... Yes, we'll check the warehouse first where Elijah and Oliver led the raging werewolves... Be careful, Klaus." She disconnected the phone and Marcel took them both by the hand and took them to the warehouse Elijah had been in.
Blood. Alana smelt it before she saw it. Pools of it spread across the floor and covering the abandoned cars. Alana covered her mouth with her hand in horror.
"Werewolf and... Vampire." Hayley said in a monotone. Marcel crouched down and data finger in the nearest pool and tasted it.
"Vampire." He said and Alana stifled a sob. If Elijah had lost this much blood, he was severely injured, but it was unlikely he'd be dead. Yet.
Hayley moved to hug Alana."we'll find him. We have to." She said in what she hoped was a comforting tone.
"I can't lose him, not again." Alana said quietly, barely hearing her own voice. She closed her eyes and prayed.