No spanking in this chapter
Klaus went upstairs to settle an argument between the boys over someone breaking one of the game controllers. The older boys suspected Finn had broken it, and were not happy.
Elijah sighed. Klaus would probably just go buy them a new entire gaming system tomorrow. Elijah knew his brother felt guilty that he wasn't spending enough time with them, but with five now, it was hard to give them "quality time." Elijah wasn't sure what that was, but he knew that soon he'd have to have a discussion with his brother about giving into and indulging these boys so much. Yes, they had all had losses, but they also needed structure and boundaries, not more toys to fight over.
Elijah was down in the basement waiting for the attractive brunette to wake up from her death, she was so slender and delicate. He had an urge to smooth back her hair, yet he restrained himself. As long as her heart had still been beating while she got at least a drop of Kol's blood, she should turn. Perhaps with the levels of vervain in it, though, the transformation didn't work? Elijah opened his book and began reading. It was nice to have some quiet time. Sadly, it had to be due to his younger, grieving brother's impropriety. In truth, if this was the worst of Kol's fit, they were in good shape. But his brother would still need to be punished. His heart ached when he thought of the Harvest witch and their sister and Marcel. None of them deserved this, but witches did like their power.
Elijah heard a slight intake breath.
"Here, here, Miss Monroe, you are alright. Remember me, Elijah Mikaelson? We met before. You'll recall all that happened the weekend we compelled you now," Elijah soothed, as her eyes looked wildly around.
"Where? What? Am I dead? He drained me...the quarry, he was going to throw me in the quarry," Vanessa gasped.
"Yes, I'm sorry. My little brother accidentally killed you. Well, the vervain in your system probably slowed him down, allowing him to try to heal you," Elijah explained.
"I have a heart condition. I had a surgery and it didn't go well," Vanessa replied, getting up.
"That explains your premature death then. I'm afraid what you are feeling now is your transformation. You need to drink human blood or you will face a true death," Elijah shared.
"I can't be a vampire! They killed my best friend, Isobel. I became a hunter to fight them. That's why I came to this damn town," Vanessa exploded.
"Miss Monroe, Vanessa, if I may, please calm down. Your senses are heightened as a vampire. Irritation can grow into rage, sadness can grow into despair, etc. very quickly. If you don't drink this blood, you will die. It is your choice, of course, but you are a young woman. You can still live, albeit, a bit differently. If you will allow me, I will assist you. It's been a long time since I helped a young vampire, it is never easy to change. Not everyone is cut out to live as this. But I have the sense that you may do very well. Will you give it a try?" Elijah asked politely.
Vanessa took the offered blood bag and drank. She was so thirsty. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly. She drank and drank and drank.
Elijah laughed at the empty blood bag. He knew she wanted more.
"That's enough for now. We don't want you turning into a ripper. I'll teach you moderation and then you can go back into the world, when you are ready," Elijah said.
"I do remember this place. I was here with the Mayor. I thought I was losing my mind. That whole weekend was a blur. I almost checked myself into rehab for alcohol abuse. So Kol Mikaelson, the teenager, is a vamp? No wonder he was always drinking at the Grill. Where is he? I'll like to have a word with him," Vanessa insisted.
"I'm right here," Kol said coming down the hall, with Freya at his heels.
Elijah could tell he had been crying and was walking stiffly. His esteem of his eldest sister grew. She was a Mikaelson, through and through.
"Kol wanted to come down and check on you. I don't know if you remember, but I'm Freya," Freya said smiling.
"Yes, I do. All my old memories of this place and that weekend I was here after the hunter attack returned. Thank you. You were very kind to me," Vanessa admitted.
Kol looked at his siblings, "If you don't mind, can I talk to her alone?"
Elijah looked at Vanessa to see if she was okay with that, she nodded.
"Call us if you need us," Freya said. She and Elijah went to her lab. She wanted to share the results of her new liniment that she had just used on Kol with great success. Not that Kol was happy about it, in 1000 years nothing had ever slowed his vampire healing to such a degree from just a liniment.
"Vanessa, I am so sorry. I never should have-," Kol began.
Vanessa slapped him as hard as she could across the face.
"You killed me," she accused.
The slap stung but only for a split second. His neck flushed at her withering glare.
"I know," Kol said. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his head down.
"I knew something was up with you. You were no high school kid, but this? I never imagined. And Alaric, my friend, my dead friend's husband also knew. I feel like a fool! I was trying to save people from death and you were the murderer. Then, I let you murder me. So much for my training," Vanessa scoffed.
"Vanessa, please. I'm an ancient vampire. An army of you couldn't have fought me. Witches did get my girl, I was spun out of control. I know that she wouldn't want to see me like that. I understand if you hate me, but I am here for you if and when you need me," Kol professed.
"I guess someone turned you, too," Vanessa mused.
"Aye, me own mum. Then, our dad spent a 1000 years hunting us down. But now, Dad is a chum, mum's gone...Look, there is no way I can say how sorry I am or make it up to you, but I mean it. If you let me, I'll try. If you want me to bugger off, I will," Kol pledged.
"Could you get me another blood bag?" Vanessa asked hopefully.
"Darling, Elijah told you to wait didn't he?" Kol smiled.
Vanessa nodded a bit, "I'm still hungry."
"I'm in enough trouble around here without turning you into a ripper. You're going to be hungry for a while, but it gets better," Kol admitted.
"Trouble? For taking your brother's car?" Vanessa prompted.
"Nah, more like for killing you and the other blokes. But you don't want to know the details," Kol mentioned, wanting to rub his still raw backside.
"Oh no, I think I do want to hear more. If I'm stuck down here, entertain me. It will keep me from wanting to throw you in the quarry. Tell me," Vanessa pressed.
"Well, just like a teenager, I got myself grounded until further notice," Kol confessed.
"Really, that's how ancient vampires deal with murder and mayhem these days?" Vanessa wondered.
"That's not all, luv," Klaus vamped in and said.
"Klaus! I was just apologizing to V-Vanessa," Kol stuttered.
"Good. I hope she knows you are in disgrace and are being duly chastised," Klaus said firmly.
"Aye," Kol said simply, praying to some god that Klaus didn't elaborate.
"How are you feeling, Miss Monroe? Elijah said you had some blood," Klaus said softly.
"Yes, I feel pretty good actually. I was born with a heart condition. So ironically, I could have dropped dead at any moment. Not that I am totally forgiving you, Kol," Vanessa scolded, glancing back at Kol.
"Well, I'm going to have a chat with my brother. I know you will be thirsty. It is best at first to fight it and go easy as much as you can. To indulge too much seems to make the hunger stronger later. I'll send Elijah and Freya back down to see to you in a moment," Klaus said indicating to Kol to follow him.
"Again, Vanessa. I'm sorry. Can I visit you later?" Kol asked.
"I suppose I don't have much else to do," Vanessa said sitting back down.
Klaus took Kol into the elevator to go to Freya's lab on the floor above.
"Turn around," Klaus said plainly when the elevator doors closed.
Kol couldn't help but cover his aching backside with his hands and beg,"Nik, please, I can't take more right now. She wore me out with that spoon."
"Kol, move your hands now," Klaus ordered. Kol braced his hands on the wall. Klaus pulled his waistband down and looked. Kol couldn't help but groan a little as he felt the fabric scrap again his skin as Klaus pulled down one side.
"Look, your backside is red and looks a little sore. No bruises," Klaus said. Kol glanced back into the mirrored wall and saw that he was correct.
"I could have sworn that I was black and blue. Nik, that new stuff she used on me had vervain in it. It really hurt, but I deserved it. I keep thinking of what Davina would think of what I've done," Kol said tearfully.
Klaus' attempt to be stern with his brother collapsed. He replaced the waistband of his pants carefully and drew him into a side hug.
"We're here for you. I swear to you, we will get her back from those witches if we have to execute every French Quarter witch left," Klaus promised.
The elevator door opened and Klaus pulled Kol out. Kol wiped away his tears. They entered Freya's work area. Freya had an array of glass jars, tinctures, potions, and herbs all over the table.
Elijah turned and said, "How are you feeling now? Freya said you took quite a trouncing."
"Yes, brother. I'm sorry. It won't happened again," Kol pledged with downcast eyes.
"Well, we'll talk further about it tomorrow. Go on to bed, you look tired. I'll be up soon to say goodnight," Elijah said patting him on the shoulder.
Kol walked off and muttered, "Sent to bed with no supper and now I'm to be tucked in...I grow younger each moment."
Elijah heard and called, "There's some rack of lamb leftover!"
Klaus rolled his eyes. Freya mused, "Oh, he actually did miss dinner."
Elijah was impressed with the new liniment Freya created. Klaus volunteered to sit with Vanessa some more to get her settled. Freya decided to see if Bonnie could start work on a daylight ring soon. They would have to keep a close hold on Vanessa until she could control herself.
Elijah went to check in on the boys next.
"Uncle Elijah, it's not fair. Finn keeps coming in here and messing with our stuff. He broke that controller on purpose because...," Tyler started strong and then paused.
"Because of what Tyler?" Elijah asked. He had just brought Kol a tray of food and a large mug of blood and he was tired himself.
"We wouldn't let him play," Tyler admitted.
Elijah sighed. He knew they were all expecting a lecture, but he recalled times when his younger siblings broke his things and annoyed him. Hell, they still did it at times.
"What did your father say?" Elijah asked.
"He's just going to buy them their own system," Matt added.
"Then, they get the new system...which is kind of bull," Jeremy concluded.
"It can be frustrating, I know. But just keep in mind how much they want to play with you. If Finn broke it on purpose, that is another matter and I'll speak to him about it," Elijah promised.
"I think he needs more than a little talk, Uncle Elijah, if you don't mind me say," Tyler grumped.
"Hey, I hear your frustration, but there have been plenty of times you got a pass or a second chance when you didn't quite deserve it either, hmm. With everything happening with Davina, we're just glad you are all safe," Elijah said carefully.
"Any news?" Jeremy asked.
"Not on that front. Davina is gone for now. We don't know when, but she'll be back. I hope soon. Now, if you have no more questions. I'm off to bed," Elijah said.
"Ah, Uncle Kol? What happened with him taking off and Miss Monroe?" Matt asked skeptically.
"Yes, well, it seems your uncle turned your English instructor into a vampire, Miss Vanessa Monroe. So, yes, she's in the basement level again. Let's keep that to ourselves for now. Good night," Elijah said lightly.
The boys looked at each other in shock.
Rebekah and Marcel couldn't find out what the witches did with Davina's body. They assumed she was interred in the Lafayette Cemetery deeply hidden. They were no longer besides themselves, just angry.
"Even if we found her, what could we do?" Marcel hissed pacing inside the courtyard of The Abbatoir, the family compound.
"I'm sure Freya and Bonnie could figure something out. Do you think we should have them come here?" Rebekah asked watching him pace.
"I don't know. I just don't know. From the second that coven started the Harvest, this was always going to be the outcome. This is one of the reasons I banned magic. I just couldn't trust them," Marcel fumed.
"Marcel, I just can't leave here without her. Maybe we can try some of the other eight covens? I know they won't help a vampire, but if we found someone who could infiltrate them. I don't know, a rogue witch?" Rebekah threw out.
"We'll look into every possibility. I know she's not dead for good, but it doesn't really help. Wherever she is, I hope she is giving those ancestors a run for their money," Marcel said, trying to smile.
"They have finally tangled with the wrong witch! Come on, you've been pacing for hours. I promised I'd call home and check on them," Rebekah said leading him upstairs.
"I just hope your brother didn't do anything crazy. In the 200 years I've known him, he's done the right thing about-never. They are gonna have their hands full," Marcel retorted bluntly.
"They already do," Rebekah said dialing.