AN: Okay, so I admit, I skipped an episode just to get to Red Door quicker. Complain about it in the comments or something. Next chapter though, then it all kick off ladies and gentlemen. *Smirks and begins to chant* Red Door. Red Door. Red Door. Red. Door!
The Son Of Apollo
In which Adriana resorts to begging (and wants to skewer someone like a Shish Kebab)
"Tu sei il mio soldatino." Adriana sang softly, running the brush through her daughters hair. "La regione per cu vivo..."
"Mama?"
"Yes Cienna?"
"Were did you learn that lullaby?" Cienna asked, not turning around as Adriana continued to bush her hair with the comb.
Adriana only hummed, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she tried to think back, only to come to a dead end. Her memory proving useless.
"I don't know." She finally answered, humming a few more notes of the song before putting down the comb. "Run along now Cienna."
Her question forgotten, Cienna jumped off her mothers lap, running off to somewhere in the hut.
While it was forgotten to her child, Adriana however did not forget the question.
Leaning forward on her arms and furrowing her eyebrows, Adriana let her mind wander.
"You will do no such thing." Elijah told Klaus as he and Adriana entered the room. "Esther's a master in the art of possession. We know whose body she currently inhabits. We must decipher her intentions before she finds a new host."
"Well, her last invitation was an assassination attempt on all her children." Klaus reminded. "I think we can assume her intentions are decidedly foul."
"Well, then. We have," Elijah paused for a second, checking his watch, "this afternoon to prepare for the worst."
"Yay." Adriana cheered sarcastically following Elijah out of the room with a small huff.
"I wondered when you'd show up." Marcel greeted them. "Your pupil's waiting. it's not like you to shirk your responsibilities."
Adriana growled lowly, not liking to be ignored, her eyes falling on the newbie vampire Marcel wouldn't take responsability for.
"As you well know, she is not my burden to bear." Elijah said, putting a hand around Adriana's arm so that she wouldn't move. "You turned her, you teach her."
"Marcel, littlest warrior." Adriana chided, clicking her tongue at the male vampire. "You're acting like she's the girl you accidentally knocked up. Too late for abortion now, you've got to look after the baby."
"Why'd you come?" Marcel sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"We're looking for a cooperative witch."
"You." Adriana corrected, gritting her teeth in frustration. "You're looking for a cooperative witch. Hell, why am I even here? Oh, I remember. Because I have a bracelet trapped on my wrist that acts, pretty much, like a chain!"
"Are you still hung up about that?" Elijah stressed, rolling his eyes at her.
"I don't know where Davina is, and given the fact that she's got your father on a leash, I wouldn't put her in the, uh, 'cooperative' category-"
"Not Davina." Elijah interrupted. "Perhaps another witch? On another leash?"
"What makes you think I got another witch?" Marcel defended.
"Perhaps the daylight ring on your new librarian?" Elijah said, pointing to the baby vampire.
"Good point! My memory's a little shaky. Lucky for you, though, I know someone who can help! Gia?" At this Marcel turned to the girl. "Why don't you take Elijah and Adriana to meet our friend Lenore?"
"If this is your idea of a joke, I can assure you I am not amused."
"Well, there's nothing funny about what's going on." Marcel stated. "Mikael's back, witches causing chaos. It just seems like you could use all the friends that you can get."
"So, you two don't talk much, huh?" Gia asked, trying to start conversation, Elijah staring at her blankly while Adriana's lips lifted to a small smirk. "No problem. Last guy I hung out with, he wouldn't shut up, so guess I'm due for a change-"
"The task is to lead me to someone." Elijah said, cutting her off. "So, please do as you are instructed."
"Is he always like this?" Gia asked Adriana, as Elijah stepped forward. "I know him, but who are you?"
"My name is Adriana Mafiay." She introduced herself flatly, turning on her heel and catching up to Elijah. "And the answer to your question is yes."
"You wanna walk in silence? Cool." Gia said, sighing in frustration. "But, you're going the wrong way."
"Marcel believes I can instruct you." Elijah said impatiently. "First lesson- do your best not to waste my time."
"Go away, I'm busy." Lenore stated, grinding herbs as they arrive.
"Yes, blatantly practicing magic, I see."
"So I guess common sense is indeed dead." Adriana hummed, leaning against the countertop. "What a shame."
"Herbal remedies for a neighbor who lost her insurance." Lenore said. "But, my guess is an Original ain't here to talk neighborhood gossip."
"I have a favor to ask you."
"Quarter's crawling with witches, go ask one of them."
"I don't typically ask favors of my enemies."
"So, you come across the river to bother me?"
"It's unfortunate, isn't it?" Adriana hummed looking around her and changing the subject.
"Bureaucracy has not been kind to your community." Elijah continued. "Those tax incentives on local businesses have been stalling for months. Of course, a persuasive person could potentially remove any red tape."
"I'm listening." Lenore said, clearly interested.
"A certain someone, let's say a witch, has a troublesome tendency of jumping into other bodies." Elijah explained. "When she does so again, I would like to know into whom she jumps."
"Soul branding." Lenore said, once Adriana had dropped a coin in the coin jar next to her. "It's a sacrificial spell. I'm gonna need an item that's been spelled by the witch in question, and a python."
"I shall retrieve the enchanted item." Elijah smiled coldly, turning to leave. "Gia will take care of the python."
"Ew, what?" Gia very almost choked out.
"Second lesson of the day." Elijah said patronizingly. "Acquisition through mind compulsion."
"Good luck!" Adriana grinned.
"Are these outfits really necessary?" Klaus complained, Adriana putting down the last glass and glancing at him. The female dressed in a long plain red cocktail dress, the long slit down the side showing off her tan legs.
"Appearance is a way of showing respect, Niklaus." Elijah informed. "Mother will be more likely to surrender her true intentions."
"Well, I doubt her guard will drop just 'cause I'm dressed like a bloody lawyer." Klaus continued to whine as Adriana stepped up to fix his tie.
"We need every advantage we can get, Niklaus." Elijah said, beginning to light the candles.
"You always did excel in diplomacy." Klaus admitted, nodding gratefully to Adriana as she stepped back. "Just know, if she tries anything, I'll tear her new body to pieces."
"You lot haven't changed a bit!" A new figure cried out, a tall man with dark skin entering the room, looking at Elijah? "Linen and silk to disguise your dark and dead soul." Turning to Adriana, he continued. "The broken women hidden behind stone features." Adriana's glare increased as he turned to Klaus. "And you- despite the arrogant façade, you're still the same paranoid little boy, full of hate and fear."
"Forgive me, I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Elijah managed to say through gritted teeth.
"Oh, you mean you don't recognize me?" The figure said, feigning offense. "So much for the unbreakable bonds of family, huh? Always and forever indeed."
"It's been a long time, Finn."
"Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's eat." Finn grinned, taking a seat.
"You know Finn." Adriana spoke up, sitting down in the seat across from the eldest Mikaelson brother.
"Yes Adriana?" Finn asked, looking as if he knew something she didn't.
"I liked you better when you were suicidal." She admitted, narrowing her eyes and leaning back in her seat. "Now you're just annoying."
"What an aromatic bordot." Finn said politely, wafting the wine under his nose.
"Well, it was a challenge to find a good pairing." Klaus commented. "What wine goes well with treachery?"
"Don't pout, brother. Tonight is meant to be a happy occasion." Finn smiled, whispering something quietly into one of the servers ear.
"What exactly are we celebrating?" Elijah asked, standing next to Adriana.
"Did we miss your birthday?" The female drawled out, rolling her eyes. "How terrible. What a scandal."
"Why, my return, of course!" Finn exclaimed happily. "Remember, I spent nine hundred years, right?, lying daggered in a box. I'm rather enjoying this new body. Strolling about your lovely city that, uh, you've made your home. But, do tell me, what'd I miss? Regale me with your contributions to society! Medicine? Philosophy? Art?"
Adriana opened her mouth to say something, only for Elijah to descritly step on her foot, the female instantly taking a few steps away from him, glaring at him and her already healed foot.
The opportunity for a smart comment had passed.
"Or, have you three merely cut a path of destruction across time?" Finn finished, taking a small sip of the wine.
"The last time we met, you were helping our mother try to annihilate the lot of us." Klaus growled out. "Let's not throw stones in glass houses."
"Are we expecting another guest?" Elijah asked, noticing the servers placing another three sets on the table.
"Mother will sit at the head." And, as for the seat across from me, that's reserved for one not of our own clan. Well, it's a surprise. And the last? Care to wager an educated guess? How about a paranoid one?"
"Well, there's no way Kol would listen to anything other than his ego." Klaus scoffed, Adriana's eyes widening in surprise and hope.
"And yet, our mother has made such a compelling argument that even he, the wildest of us Mikaelsons, has seen the error of his ways and accepted his new form with vigor." Finn smiled, raising his glass slightly as if to make a toast. "Change, is inevitable."
"You would dare face us as a mortal?" Klaus asked. "The only thing inevitable is your death."
With that, Klaus flung a knife at Finn, only for the eldest Mikaelson to deflect it with magic. The knife inbedding itself into the chair at the head of the table.
"Oh!" Finn cried out, removing the knife and holding it up. "I suppose the honor of carving should go to the oldest. We have much to discuss."
"I'm rather enjoying my evening." He said, several minutes later.
"Well, I'd rather enjoy you getting to the point." Klaus snapped, clearly frustrated.
"I had nine hundred years to learn to be patient." Finn sighed. "Although, I am curious why you kept me daggered in a box for so long."
"You were daggered for being an ever simpering sycophant." Klaus explained. "Did Mother bring you back from the dead so you could wash her knickers?"
Adriana had to scoff to hide her mirth, hiding her small smile behind her wine glass.
"She raised me because I was treated unfairly." Finn snapped back in frustration. "Cheated of all but the smallest portion of my life! Is jealousy what kept me locked in a box?" Finn asked Elijah, Adriana placing a hand over her eyes in annoyance. "You coveted the duties of the eldest brother, in which case you had near on a millennium to fix the problems of this family, and instead, produced nine centuries of failure."
"You might reside, somewhat parasitically I might add, in another body." Elijah began, glancing at his wife before turning to Finn. "But I assure you, in nine hundred years, your tedious sentiments remain quite the same. You see, Finn, like Father, you've always despised our supernatural existence. Father, of course, slaughtered and consumed his own, whereas you became pretentious and dull much like this meal. I will not ask you again, where is Mother?"
"Oh, my darling son." A woman sighed, all eyes turning to see a male and female entering the room. "I've missed you, too."
Narrowing her eyes at the male next to Esther, Adriana blinked in confusion.
"Draco? What are yo-"
"Hello, my little dark angel."
The reaction was instantaneous. Adriana's mouth fell open, her whole face draining of colour and the glass in her hands crashing to the floor. Glass shattering and the wine creating a puddle on the floor.
"Who the hell are you?" Klaus growled out at the male, noticing Adriana stumble to her feet and frantically move away from the mysterious male.
"Adriana?" Elijah asked, standing up also and catching his wife as she almost fell over. "Adriana, what's wrong?"
"I don't want him here." Adriana begged, clinging to her husband and burying her face into his neck. "Please. I'll do anything. Just make him leave. Please."
"She hasn't mentioned me?" The male grinned, blonde hair glinting in the candlelight. "Seeing I died young and human, it wasn't hard just resurrecting me in my original body. I'm surprised she hadn't noticed sooner. Not my fault."
"Elijah, please." Adriana continued to beg. "Please..."
"I'm the great son of Apollo. My name is Demetri." He grinned, Elijah able to see green eyes that perfectly matched Davina's. "I'm Cienna's Father. Nice to meet ya'."
Elijah narrowed his eyes at Demetri, Adriana clinging to him tighter, still resorting to begging.
"Pleasure" The original said coldly, not meaning it one bit.
"What?" Demetri continued to talk, ignoring Elijahs comment, sitting down in the chair diagonal from Finn. "Nothing to say, little Adri? Say, how has our daughter been lately? Have you heard from her?"
Taking in a deep breath, Adriana stepped away from her husband, her hands turning to fists as she tried desperately not to show weakness.
She opened her mouth, only to close it again, trying to find the right words to say.
"You have no right." She finally managed to spit out, after a few moments of tense silence. Esther settling onto the head of the table. "No right. To talk about my daughter like you know anything. You do not know anything about me, Demetri, you have no idea what I have done for my daughter."
"I'm her Father." Demetri said bluntly, leaning back and staring back at her, causing the usually steel boned woman to shrink back slightly.
"You are nothing." Adriana said, trying desperately to get her composure back, clenching her fists even tighter. "You never have been, and you never will be. Not to her."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Demetri groaned, Elijah stepping closer to Adriana and Klaus standing up as the golden haired male stood up. Demetri making his way closer to her. "Come on, little Adri, what are you afraid of?"
"You. I'm not afraid to admit that I'm scared of you." Adriana answered honestly, turning on her heel and running out of the room. Not looking back.
When Demetri moved to follow her, Elijah caught his shoulder, the two males staring each other down, analysing each one of the others faults.
"Please let me go." Demetri said flatly, a strong Italian accent leaking through slightly as he stressed his words. Reminding Elijah a little too much of his wife.
Speaking of Adriana...
"Touch my wife, and your find that your head will no longer be connected to your shoulders." Elijah growled out, Demetri only raising an eyebrow at him. Klaus sitting back down. "Am I understood?"
"Per favore..." Demetri dragged out, rolling his eyes and steeping out of Elijahs grip. "Sí. Sí. Fine. Though, I have to admit, what made little Adri so desperate that she ran to you of all people? Or was she a slave? Did you buy her?"
Demetri smirked something not as mischievous or cocky as the Mikaelson signature smirk, but it was something cold and calculating. Something that peered into your soul and slowly ripped it apart. Something that could easily break a simple man, turning him into a quivering mess.
But Elijah was no simple man. The Original growled slightly as Demetri sat down once more, making sure to keep a close eye on the other male throughout the rest of this cursed dinner.
Upstairs, Adriana shoved her desk against her locked door, stepping back and falling to the floor. All the energy she had drained from her.
Blinking back tears, she curled up in a ball and continued to star at the door, taking in small and quick breaths.
The next day, Adriana stayed in her room for the most part. Then, hesistantly, she grabbed a knife and walked downstairs, still shook from last night.
Hearing something clatter to the ground, she turned on her heel knife raised in preparation for any confrontation.
She was going to skewer them like a Shish Kebab. Tie them up and-
Snap.
Only to feel someone snap her neck.
The coward.
Honestly, chivalry apparently is dead.
She wanted to skewer them like a Shish Kebab.
"What do you want?" Elijah growled at Esther's new body, Adriana jerking awake with a gasp. The female chained across from her husband, her hands chained behind her and her legs locked together.
"I only want us to be a family again, Elijah." Esther said, looking her som in the eye "But- I'm so sorry- in order for that to happen, you must be purified."
Adriana growled at her as she left, her fear from last night suddenly blooming into a pure, untamed, hatred.
"So, I was right." Adriana smirked, turning to her chained husband. "You really are a son of a bitch!"