Chapter 11
A/N Elijah has a problem. Can Davina do anything about it? Warning: her solution is a bit unusual. Hope you all don't mind.
The voices of Klaus and Davina floated up from down in the court as Elijah strode to his room, followed by Hawk, who did not enter. Elijah usually read the morning Times Picayune newspaper in his room, and he now grabbed up the day's edition, brought there by Elise. He sat down in his reading chair and put the newspaper over his lap, covering his unwanted arousal.
In a minute Klaus opened the door, stood back as a gentleman, and let Davina enter the room. Elijah could see that she did not look pleased to see him. She had been held in captivity because she was of value to Marcel and to Klaus, but now she was free. She harbored some ill will toward the brothers. In fact, toward just about everyone.
"Still have a problem?" Klaus asked.
"Yes."
"Right now we think there is a witch casting a spell, Davina. Do you sense it?"
"Yes," the girl said as flashes from the other witch came to her brain. She winced as she eyed the older brother. "It is aimed at you. What is she doing to you?"
Davina was young, fifteen or sixteen. She had a boyfriend. Maybe she was sexually active or perhaps not. Elijah didn't know, but he was embarrassed to reveal his problem.
"Do not be a prude, Elijah," Klaus ordered. "Show her."
The embarrassed man finally moved the newspaper. He was clothed, but his full arousal was obvious. Davina looked and she blushed slightly. She closed her eyes and Elijah was not sure why. Could she not bear to look at him? Then she made her hands into fists and raised them. Her face, with her eyes still closed, had a look of concentration and grim determination. He hoped she was doing some sort of counter-spell.
Whatever she was doing seemed to worked so that the arousal was suddenly going away. His "horny" feeling was gone. That was a relief.
"That was quick," he said. "Can you tell who was doing it?"
"Not one of our local witches. Someone new to the city," Davina said, shaking her head. "I don't know where she is. Can I go now?"
"I would rather you stayed in the compound," Klaus said. "It is safer for you here. There are those who still want you to be sacrificed."
"I don't intend to cooperate with any sacrifice," the girl snapped. "I am meeting someone for shopping and lunch."
"Who?" Klaus asked.
"No one you need to worry about. A girl I know from school. A plain, ordinary, normal girl," Davina said, rolling her eyes, and she headed for the door.
Klaus didn't try to stop her. Instead, he looked at his brother. "Is the other witch doing anything that you can feel?"
"No. Nothing," Elijah said and he stood up. He then lost consciousness, collapsing against his brother.
"Damn it! Davina!" Klaus yelled as he lowered Elijah to the floor. The girl had stopped just outside the door.
"What?" she demanded, turning around. Then she saw Elijah on the floor and she looked alarmed.
"Did you do this?" Klaus demanded.
Anger washed over Davina. "Me? Why would I do that? Why do you always blame me? It's not fair! Everyone blames me. Or they keep me shut up somewhere so they can use me! Or they lie to me! It's not right!"
Klaus could see she was furious. She sounded like any angry teenager, but she had a lot of power and poor control over it, especially when she was angry. A small tremor ran through the building. He thought apologizing might be the wiser thing to do at this point.
"I apologize, Davina. I am sorry. I don't know why I thought you might turn on my brother. Did you sense the other witch again?"
"I wouldn't tell you if I did! I'm tired of this! I hate you and I hate this place!" the girl shouted. "I'm leaving!"
Klaus heard her stomp along the gallery and down the stairs. He was upset, too, but he decided that he didn't want to bring her wrath down on his head.
"Elijah?" he said as he knelt by the still form. Not surprisingly, there were no respirations, no heartbeat. The dark eyes were half open and Elijah looked dead. He was not, of course. Not totally. "Elijah, do you hear me? Wake up, damn it."
Hayley appeared at the open door and saw Klaus kneeling on the floor. "What's going on? I saw Davina storming out. What's wrong with Elijah now?"
"He seemed fine and then he passed out."
"Did Davina do something? I heard her yelling."
"She undid a spell that was affecting him and he seemed normal for a couple of minutes. She was yelling because I foolishly asked if she had caused this. Apparently, she had not and felt seriously affronted."
"That's no surprise if she didn't do it.," Hayley said, kneeling beside Klaus. She reached out and touched Elijah's forehead. "He has no fever. He's not sweating."
"He's also not conscious," Klaus pointed out. "I am so damned frustrated not knowing who is doing this. Or why. Well, I might as well put him on his bed." He managed to heft the unresponsive man up off the floor and then laid him on the bed. He stood beside the bed just staring at his brother.
"I'll stay with him if you want me to," Hayley offered.
Not knowing what else to do, Klaus nodded. He then turned and left the room, many thoughts running through his head.
Hayley also stood by the bed for a couple of minutes, her eyes roving over the man she was coming to love. Was it really love? She wasn't sure. She had never felt what she thought was a really strong love, so she wasn't sure. She just knew she was drawn to Elijah, that she felt good around him and that she envisioned being intimate with him. She liked the kisses and touches they had briefly shared, and she wanted more, but he was so reserved. Was it because she was pregnant? Was it because the child was Klaus'? Or was it just his way?
With a sigh, she went to the chair, sat down and picked up the book again. From where she sat, she could see out of the corner of her eye if Elijah moved. After a few seconds of staring at one page of the book, she put it down and picked up the newspaper. She was able to concentrate on the short articles more easily than on the pages of the book.
Nothing happened for half an hour at which time Davina came to the open door. In moments, she was followed by Klaus.
"I did not expect you to come back so soon," Klaus said to the girl.
"I brought you something that might help Elijah," she said, holding up a plastic bag from a drugstore. She handed it to Klaus.
He took it, reached inside and pulled out a smallish box. "Davina, my dear, are you joking? This is one of those disposable saline enemas. I don't think this is what my brother needs." He couldn't stifle a laugh.
"It's not a joke! I took this to the magic shop and Portia put something in it."
"Something? Like what? And who the hell is Portia?"
"A woman who works there now. She's a witch."
"Of course she is. Well, she doesn't know what is wrong with him and yet she put 'something' in here that's supposed to help him?" he asked sarcastically.
"You have to add a few drops of your blood," the girl added, miffed at his attitude. "I'm trying to help. I didn't have to do this, you know. I'm supposed to be meeting my friend."
"Even if I add my blood, I am not going to put this where it is meant to go. That's ridiculous. I'll pour it down his throat."
"It won't work."
"It won't work wherever it goes," Klaus said with a snort. He had already given Elijah a few swallows of his blood while they were in the bathroom earlier. They had not noticed any difference. Actually, it was hard to tell because Elijah's condition kept changing.
Davina and Hayley watched as Klaus added a few drops of his blood to the plastic bottle. He didn't put the top back on the bottle, but instead leaned over the bed and let a little of the mixture go into Elijah's mouth. Although vampires normally swallowed when any blood was put in their mouth, Elijah didn't swallow. His tongue was against the back of his throat, so the liquid just pooled there. Frowning, Klaus turned his brother's head so that the potion ran out onto the pillow.
"It won't work that way," Davina repeated. "You have to put it …"
"I know what you said," Klaus snapped. "Do you realize that if I do that and he starts to wake up, he will think someone is sexually molesting him and he will likely try to take my head off?"
"That's not my problem. I'm telling you what I was told. What I somehow know will work. I can't explain it. You have to use it the right way and do it slowly so his body has time to absorb it. It won't do any good if it comes right back out," the girl said with determination. Her cheeks were red, both from anger and from the embarrassing topic. "And I had to use my money to buy that. You owe me."
"You get an allowance," Klaus growled. Nevertheless, he fished some bills out of his pocket and grudgingly gave her some, actually more than what the item had cost.
Davina took the money and turned to leave without even a 'thank you.'
Klaus was left to make a decision, while Hayley watched him. "Decisions. Decisions," she said with a small smile.
"You are not helping. Or maybe you can."
"How? You want him to take my head off?"
"No. This is ridiculous. This is just saline, my blood and some herbal decoction."
"But you aren't sure it won't help."
"I admit I'm not sure. Alright. What can it hurt, as long as he doesn't think he's being molested." He put the accompanying nozzle on the plastic bottle.
While he undid Elijah's belt, Hayley went into the bathroom and came out with several bath towels. The bed was freshly made and she wanted to prevent a mishap, although the pillow was now wet. She stood by while Klaus rolled his brother onto his left side and did what was necessary to expose his posterior. Hayley took up a position in front of the older brother and laid one of the towels over Elijah's hip so that he was properly covered. She stood there while Klaus hesitated.
"If he moves, talk to him," the Original finally said and then he sat on the edge of the bed and cautiously started the treatment. He wasn't sure how slowly or quickly he was supposed to instill the liquid, but he patiently took his time. Supposedly, Elijah's body was absorbing it. To what advantage? Maybe none at all.
Several minutes passed in silence with nothing happening. Then Elijah took a breath. Klaus froze, not moving a muscle.
"Elijah, don't move," Hayley said. "Please, don't move. Do you hear me?"
Elijah opened his eyes and looked at the woman leaning down in front of him. She thought he looked confused. Surely he recognized her. A bewildered frown came to his face and he started to turn onto his back. She put her hand on his shoulder and held him in place. "Don't move."
He turned his head, however, and saw Klaus right behind him.
"Hold still, brother," Klaus said calmly.
"What are you doing?" Elijah demanded. He realized he could feel something that he was not supposed to be feeling.
"It's a treatment, Elijah," Hayley quickly said. "You must hold still for just a little while longer."
He turned his head back and glowered at her. "A treatment? What the hell kind of treatment is that?"
Hayley hesitated to answer. She could not tell whether Elijah was in control of himself or not. Either way, he might feel violated and become enraged.
A/N Okay, odd treatment. Did it work or not? How will Elijah react?
