A/N: Thanks for all who take the time to read and review! I love hearing your thoughts! :)
And this chapter has a very strong T- rating. FYI. :)
Chapter 11:
"What is this, little teacher?" Klaus asked, from his perch next to Hayley on the couch.
"Well, I know things are too crazy for a shower or any kind of thing with Hayley just recovering from the witches' curse, but every baby deserves something special," Eloise said, softly. "It's not much."
"You didn't have to bring a gift. It's just so good to see you," Hayley said.
"I know alot has happened, but I am grateful for meeting both of you...and I can't wait to meet this special little lady," Tears filled Ella's eyes. "Sorry, don't mind me. I'm getting emotional over every little thing. It's been alot lately. I've been all over the place."
"Between Davina and then Kieran and breaking up with my brother, I am surprised that you are bearing up so admirably," Klaus said, his eyes on her, studying her reaction intently.
"Technically, your brother broke up with me, but whatever," Ella shrugged, reeling her emotions. She smoothed down her navy blue pant leg and then tugged at her emerald green flowered peplum styled blouse. "Anyway, open. I can't wait to see what you think!"
Hayley opened the package and then the box. "Books."
"Of course," Klaus gave Eloise a wide smile, "I would expect nothing less from our little teacher."
Hayley hold them up, "We have Big Wolf & Little Wolf."
"That one is for you, Niklaus. I think you need that book. It's about opening up your heart. And you are part wolf, are you not?"
"I am indeed part wolf."
Hayley handed Klaus the book. "And we have Little Wise Wolf."
Ella grinned at Hayley, "That one is for you. Niklaus only thinks he is wise."
Niklaus chuckled. "I sense a theme, little teacher."
She shrugged. "I went to the library and read all the books I could find on the topic and then picked my two favorite, most appropriate books for your daughter."
Hayley smiled at her, "I hope you are around when this little one is in second grade. She will need a teacher like you. I wish I had one like you."
"I would love to be her teacher, well, if Niklaus doesn't off me by then..." she looked towards Niklaus, sarcastically.
"If you meet your demise, it will not be by my hand, my little one. Indeed, there is a bargain I have made with you that I am most eager to fulfill," Klaus's eyes twinkled as Eloise blushed deeper, much to the amazement and confusion of Hayley.
"Technically, we said three years. Your daughter would be seven in 2nd grade..."
"I wouldn't dare even then," Niklaus said, solemnly. "not after...fulfilling our bargain. It would be cruel. And I'm hurt that you think I could be that unfeeling."
Eloise blushed more. "If you say..."
"I do say."
"Okay then."
"What are the two of you up to?" Hayley asked, frowning at their interplay.
"Oh nothing, just a pact made between friends," Niklaus said, casually and then leaned over, "What is this?"
He held up the onesie and headband, "Eloise."
Eloise grinned, "You know I love my t-shirts. Figured baby girl would too."
"But...how did you..." Klaus looked at her, amazed, "You listen to everything, don't you?"
"Do you like it?" Eloise asked, her voice hinting at her shyness.
"Indeed, I do," Klaus said, reassuringly, "it is perfect."
"So thoughtful, Ella," Hayley added.
"I'm so glad," Eloise said, but froze as Elijah walked in the room, interrupting them.
"Brother, I..." he stopped in his tracks. "I'm so sorry to interrupt your company." He looked in Eloise's direction, startled, "Eloise."
"Hello, Elijah," Eloise shifted awkwardly as her face flamed. She could feel her hands grow clammy, much to her frustration. Why couldn't she just be chill?
She swallowed hard, "I didn't think you would be here."
"Did you not recognize, Ella's voice, brother?" Niklaus asked, frowning at Ella's reaction to his brother's interruption.
"Ah, no," Elijah said.
"My allergies are bothering me," Ella said, "Springtime in New Orleans. It is not his fault that I sound croaky."
"You don't sound much different," Klaus said, studying her flush.
"I assure you that I did not realize it was you, Eloise. Otherwise, of course, I'd never presume to interrupt your visit..."
"It's your house," Eloise said, quickly. "Even if you did know it was me... of course, it is your house and you shouldn't feel like..." she flushed more deeply, a scarlet red that they have never quite seen from her before, her blush running deep.
Elijah frowned at her as she rambled on,
"You see...I had a present for the baby and..." her heart raced. She wrung her hands and wiped at her forehead, agitated and then, she felt behind her neck, trying to loosen the sticky hair from her neck...all under the watchful eyes and ears of both Mikaelson brothers, who were especially attune to her every reaction.
She paused and then blurted out, "Stop watching me! It's making it worse to have you stare at me!"
"Hum, I not think we could make it much worse," Klaus said, dryly, "You do realize that he's not going to attack you for being here, little teacher," he raised an eyebrow at her. "You can calm down now. If you do not, I think you might swoon."
"I'm not going to swoon," she said, defensively as she shifted again, "And I didn't think he was going to attack me," she gathered her hair up in a ponytail, absently, "And please, just stop...I am mortified as it is. You don't have to draw attention to it, Niklaus."
"Your face draws attention to it," Niklaus countered. "I have never seen you this red. You always blush a nice shade of pink, but you are practically the color of..."
"Brother," Elijah admonished, his eyes still on Eloise, never leaving her flushed face.
"Good Lord," Ella groaned as Hayley elbowed Niklaus to shut him up. "I'm sorry, Elijah if I am making this more awkward by me being so mortified."
"No worries," Elijah said, smoothly, shifting his stance. And then paused, "Why are you so mortified?" he asked, frowning again.
"I don't know!" Ella exclaimed. "I'm just am."
"I thought we said..." he gave her a measured look but then stopped when Eloise shrugged and looked like she wanted to ground to swallow her up.
"Look, brother," Niklaus quickly held up the onesie, trying to distract both of them, "Always and Forever."
Elijah paused, looked at the onesie in shock and then turned back and stared at Eloise, who was examining her thumb. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it and then opened it again, "Did you do this?" his voice was low.
"Of course, she did," Niklaus said, "It's Eloise."
"And she gave us books," Hayley showed Elijah.
"Eloise, darling," he murmured.
"It's nothing."
"No, it's not nothing," Elijah countered. "That's a beautiful gift."
"You know how I love my t-shirts," Eloise said, forcing a smile. "And I know it's special to your family. Always and Forever."
"Indeed," Elijah still studied her, "It is. Very special."
Eloise looked at him, meeting his eyes as her lip trembling, afraid of the emotion she felt...how charged the energy in the room was. She stood, abruptly, "I should go. It's been a long week and..."
"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Klaus interrupted her, standing and frowning at her trembling lip. "It's the least I can do after you bringing such sweet gifts for our daughter. Please, little teacher, I insist..."
She looked towards Elijah, "I don't know if..." she bit her thumb.
"What else were you doing tonight?" Klaus asked.
"Lesson planning."
"That surely can wait," Niklaus said, smoothly. "Unless you have already made dinner..."
"No," she said slowly.
He titled his head, "What were you going to have for dinner?"
"Um," Ella looked at Elijah again, "A hot pocket."
"That's it," Niklaus said, firmly, "You are staying. I insist upon it, Eloise. That is not dinner."
She glanced at Elijah, begging him to intervene with her look, but he would have none of it.
"My brother was right. After a long week, you need better nourishment."
"And a glass a wine. Something to relax you. You are so uptight," Klaus scolded.
Eloise looked at Hayley, who smiled sympathetically with her. When the Mikaelson brothers teamed up, there was only one way this was going to end...with whatever they wanted.
"I don't want to impose."
"I just said you aren't imposing upon me," Klaus said. "I invited you. How is it an imposition if I invite you?"
"That's not what I meant," Eloise shot back at him, "It's so sweet for you to invite me, but..."
"Eloise," Elijah held up his hand. "I was actually going out tonight. You should enjoy dinner. I heard chef is preparing an excellent dessert, some chocolate confection..."
"Isn't that your favorite?" Niklaus asked Elijah, innocently. "I did thought you were staying for family dinner tonight. Rebekah and Marcellus are both on their way. We finally coerced our sister back into town and..."
Elijah gave Niklaus a severe look before saying, "You should stay, dearest. I'm sure you would enjoy catching up with my sister."
"I would, but," Eloise swallowed hard, "we should both stay, clearly."
"An excellent notion," Klaus clapped his hands, "Well done, Eloise. I'm going to open the wine. Little wolf, would you help me pick a bottle?"
"By all means, ask the person who can't indulge in it," Elijah said, dryly. "The bottles for tonight are already chosen and chilling as we speak."
"I think," Hayley gathered up the things, "I'll put these in the baby's room."
"Great idea, I can help you." Niklaus said, "You shouldn't be carrying thing so heavy."
"A onesie and two books?" Elijah asked, frowning.
"I have some ideas of where they should go," Niklaus leaned to kiss Ella's cheek, "Make yourself at home. Elijah can keep you company."
Knowing she was defeated, Ella sat back down on the couch, her head collapsing against it, staring at the ceiling, "Oh my God."
Elijah shot Klaus's back a disgruntled, all knowing look before slowly and deliberately turning back to Eloise . He sighed, "Ella, my darling, I'm so sorry for my brother's behavior."
She laughed because if she didn't, she truly thought she might cry from the absurdity of it all. "I have to admit that I didn't think Niklaus would react this way."
Elijah took a step towards her to sit on the couch and then paused, "May I?"
"Of course," she lifted her head and scooted over to make room for him, taking a throw pillow and hugging it against her. "I thought Klaus always wants to off the competition...feels threatened by it."
"Clearly, he is changing course," Elijah said. "Or he just likes you. I think he was really moved by your gift, as was I. And it is hard to stir such tender emotions in my brother."
She gave him a small smile, "I hope this baby accomplishes what you wish for your family...brings you all together."
"I do as well. It is my most fervent hope, Eloise." He turned to her, "I'm sorry if you are uncomfortable. I can make an excuse for you."
"No, I'm a big girl," Ella said, softly, her eyes meeting his. "I'm just tired. And so emotional. It's not you..."
His voice was low, "I think it is natural for you to feel that way after all that has happened."
"Yes, it's been so hard. Davina and then Kieran."
"How is Olivia doing?"
"She seems okay. There are times when she lacks focus and I think it is her grief."
"That she is thinking of her sister?" Elijah asked.
"Yes. Or her mama."
"Niklaus says Camille is beside herself."
Eloise squeezed the pillow tighter, "Yes. She is. She found Kieran's key to his apartment before I could warn her. I have been so busy with work and grieving that..." she sighed, "Anyway, she and I have been cataloguing things. She made me a copy of the key. Wants me to be part of it all."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Like I need to be."
"Do be careful with those objects," Elijah said, his voice low. "If you do not know how to use them..."
"Of course. We are being careful." She shifted, "There is a meeting of the human faction tomorrow. I am thinking about...well..."
He stilled and Ella paused, knowing that he would not react well and couldn't believe she allowed herself to walk right into that one with Elijah.
"Yes?" he prompted and she could tell by his tone that he wouldn't let her beg off from answering.
"Attending the meeting. I have been invited."
"I would strongly advise you against that," Elijah said.
"Good thing, I didn't ask for your advise, Elijah."
"Well, regardless of that, I'm giving it to you. There will be a power grab and you are wholly unprepared for..."
"I am not some naive school girl, Elijah." She interrupted him, her eyes sparking with passion.
"Be that as it may, you are still very young, Eloise. How old are you?"
She titled her head, "Are you just now asking me of my age? I'm sure you could have easily found out that information yourself...like when were exploring...whatever this was..." she gestured in the space between them.
"Yes, but I never wished to. How old are you? Twenty three?"
"Twenty seven," Ella said, softly.
"You are not."
"What about that surprises you?" Ella asked.
"You look much younger than that...and I know Sean was younger than that."
"You can be friends with people younger than you, Elijah...obviously."
"Obviously, I know all about that. But you are so..." he paused, searching for the right word. "Innocent."
"Oh Elijah," Eloise sighed, a long all suffering sigh. "I'm so very tired of people thinking my lack of sexual experience means I'm less mature than any one else. It's ridiculous and insulting."
"No, it doesn't have anything to do with that... just your lack of worldly experience, in many different ways. And you are mature for your age, but so completely innocent to the evil in this world...and that innocence makes you extremely vulnerable, because it makes you unprepared. That is what I am saying."
"I was sheltered beyond belief. And I didn't really have the opportunities. And during and after college, I don't know. I was busy."
"Drowning yourself in work."
"Yes."
"Why do you do that, Eloise?"
"I need a purpose. Your purpose is Niklaus's redemption. It's chased you for one thousand years. Don't be hypocritical."
"I also had fun while I was at it."
"Did you?" Ella asked, wryly.
"Loads of fun."
"And that probably delayed you...at least three centuries," Ella gave him a sassy look. "Some of us don't have that luxury."
"All more reason to live, Eloise."
"And how exactly do you want me to live, Elijah?"
"Go travel. Explore. Find your passion."
"Teaching is my passion."
"Yes, but..." he sighed. "You have so many interests that you just let flounder. You are inquisitive by nature. You have intelligence by the spades. Don't stay home so much and work. Go out. Explore those passions of yours."
Eloise groaned, "You are lecturing me."
"Yes. But it is well intentioned. Please believe me, I wouldn't presume to do so..." he paused, as he realized that they were no longer alone.
"What is well-intentioned?" Rebekah stood in the doorway.
Eloise forced a smile, "Nothing really. Your brother and I were just...well," she glanced at him.
"Having a discussion." Elijah supplied for her.
"Yeah, a discussion." Eloise made a face.
"Charming," Rebekah frowned, look between the two of them, "Goodness, things are tense between the two of you, aren't they?"
Eloise stood, "I should go home."
"No, you don't," Rebekah said, her hand on her hip. "You don't get to escape. Marcellus is on his way and if I have to deal with my ex, then you shall deal with yours. Oh come on," she extended her hand, "Let's go raid my closet for dinner. You look quite frumpy. We can dress up." She frowned, "Maybe a shower. Did you use dry shampoo this morning?"
Elijah struggled to keep his face impassive at his sister's antics.
"You always know how to make me feel SO much better, Becks," Eloise said, grinning, and for the first time since Elijah entered the room, felt completely at ease now that Elijah's sister had arrived.
"Becks?" Rebekah laughed. "You are adorbs. Now," she crooked her finger, "Come with me, sweetheart. We have much to catch up on."
Eloise let out a long breath, "If I must."
"Yes, you must," Rebekah reached out and grabbed her hand, "Say goodbye to Elijah."
"Don't you wish to catch up with your brother?"
"Oh him, I talk to him all the time."
Elijah's eyes shone with amusement as he watched Rebekah draw Eloise out of her awkwardness, the smile returning to her face.
"See you at dinner."
He nodded, "I'll be there."
And when they left, Elijah went in search of a tall tumbler of blood.
"Do I really look that bad?" Ella looked at the mirror at her blouse, cardigan and pants. "It's completely appropriate for school."
"Yes, it's very cute...for school. But how are you going to entice my brother back wearing that?" Rebekah said, her hands on Eloise's shoulders.
"He hasn't even kissed me, Rebekah. Clearly, it isn't sexual between us. I wouldn't even call what we had dating."
Rebekah smirked, "Keep kidding yourself, Eloise."
"Well, it doesn't really matter because he doesn't want me."
"That is not true!" Rebekah exclaimed, "He is smitten with you! The way he looks at you...even looking like that. He can't keep his eyes off of you. It is terribly romantic."
"Rebekah," Eloise sighed, her face flushing.
"You know it's true," Rebekah said, "The fact he didn't kiss you...it has nothing to do with him not being sexually attracted to you...only a sign that he really does like you, to put his own wants and desires aside for your benefit. Trust me, Elijah is attracted to you, Ella. He adores you."
"Until he didn't."
"Nonsense."
"It's just very painful."
"I know it is. Let's find you something to wear," Rebekah went into her closet. "Did you shave your legs?"
Eloise wrinkled her nose. "No. I don't have any reason to and I'm usually running late in the morning when I shower."
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "You have completely let yourself go."
"No, this is me. This is what I am usually like. I like being frumpy."
"Oh, shush. We can do leather pants." Rebekah went to her closet, "with a sheer top. Elijah likes it bit of an edge."
"I'm too hippy for leather pants," Eloise protested.
"No, you aren't, but if you prefer," Rebekah smiled, "Oh," she pulled out a jumpsuit, "this is perfect for you."
The navy blue jumpsuit was wide legged, a plunging v neck with an open back. There was a tie around the waist, which tied into a bow at the small of the back. It was trendy...and very sexy.
"That neckline...it practically plunges to my stomach," Eloise looked skeptical. "I can't even wear a bra. I mean...look at that open space. My boobs are going to..."
"That's the point. But there are supports built in. Nothing will truly show, just a taste. It's going to drive Elijah wild. Trust me." She shoved it at her, "Just try. And put your hair up."
"But my hair can cover some of the neckline."
"Yes, but the point of this is not to cover up your neckline," Rebekah retorted. "Change. Hair up. I'll find you earrings to wear."
Eloise changed into it while Rebekah went through her jewelry box.
"Okay," Eloise bit her lip, "What do you think?"
"You are smashing, my darling, sexy not slutty," Rebekah grinned, "Good Lord. I am good at this. Put these on." She handed her a large pair of dangly gold earrings.
She did so and Rebekah tossed her a pair of high heels. "I know you hate heels, but..."
"These are huge!"
"But you are wearing wide leg pants so you need a high heel. Trust me. You are going to look amazing." Rebekah then handed her mascara, eyeshadow and lipstick.
"Go at least put this on while I change my outfit." Rebekah said as Eloise sat at the vanity to apply the makeup.
"Hey, I got a question for you."
"What's that?" Rebekah began to strip.
"Why do you think Elijah broke up with me?"
"Because, my brother doesn't think he deserves to be happy," Rebekah pulled a black dress over her head. "And he knows he can be happy...feel normal, with you."
"Because I'm a human?"
"Because you are an extraordinary human," Rebekah said, turning to allow Eloise to zip her up.
"But I'm not...I'm ordinary."
"No, darling, you are not. And because you are not, he wants to protect you. He feels like he will destroy you...or Niklaus will, eventually. But what he doesn't realize is that you need him as much as he needs him."
"Why do you think that?"
"You are horribly repressed, my darling," Rebekah said, "Elijah was right about you needing to live your life."
Eloise sighed. "I suppose you are right." She stood and smoothed out the pants to the jumpsuit as Klaus knocked on the door.
"There you two are," Klaus came in to give Rebekah a kiss on the cheek, "Sister, dearest, looking as lovely as ever..." he turned to Eloise and smiled. "And I see you persuaded Eloise to change as well."
"Is it...?" Ella bit her lip. "Is it okay?"
"Rebekah is very wise," He gave her a smirk, "This," he waved his hand in her direction, "is revenge dressing at its finest, love."
She titled her head, "Do you think?"
"Good Lord, do you not realize how incredibly alluring you are?" Klaus said as he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Sweet girl. Elijah is already downing blood after being left alone with you...and that is when you were wearing your little teacher clothes...now that you are in your big girl clothes, well, let's just say, he's going to need a whole lot more to get through tonight."
Eloise swallowed hard, "What does that mean?"
"It means you get him all hot and bothered, darling one," Rebekah said, bluntly. "Have you not been listening to what any of us have been telling you?"
"Do I really?" Eloise looked shocked.
Klaus and Rebekah both laughed at her.
"Don't look so shocked," Niklaus scolded. "You are a beautiful woman."
"Well," Eloise shifted as she tried to move in the heels, "I might need one of you to feed me your blood because I'm going to break my neck in these things."
"Death by heels. What a jolly thought," Rebekah laughed.
"Leave it to you to die such a droll death, Eloise," Klaus said, winking. He held out his arm, "Should I offer you my arm to ensure your safety, little teacher?"
"If you don't mind."
"I do not. I would be honored."
Eloise carefully moved towards him, but Rebekah held back a step.
"Is Marcellus here yet?" Rebekah asked, quietly.
"Ah, yes," Klaus turned back after Eloise gripped his arm.
Eloise glanced at Klaus, who was watching his sister, discerningly.
Finally, he said, "Come along, dearest Bekah. If Ella can face Elijah, you can face Marcellus."
Rebekah sighed and then took Niklaus's other offered arm.
Elijah rose when they walked into the room. He surveyed Eloise, his adam's apple bobbing slightly in his neck as he stared at her.
Klaus cleared his throat, "Doesn't she look fetching, brother?"
Elijah immediately gathered his composure, his emotions reeling into suave indifference. "Of course, but Eloise always looks lovely," he said, smoothly as he side-swept his chair to go to her.
"Eloise," Elijah's eyes traveled to her cleavage but only briefly, the move enough to show her that her efforts had not gone unnoticed. "Do allow me. You can sit here beside me if you'd like."
"Of course," she said, softly. There was a hint of shyness there, a unsureness as her eyes met Elijah's...a hint of embarrassment, a flush rising on her features.
Immediately, Elijah extended his hand for hers, which was currently gripping Klaus's arm, tightly.
Niklaus grinned at Rebekah, them both diverted by the interplay between their brother and Eloise.
He gently tugged Ella's grip off of his arm. Eloise reached for Elijah's offered hand and allowed him to guide him to the seat next to him, pulling out the chair for her.
She sat and he pushed it in, his hand moving to lightly brushing over her bare back, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Hayley leaned over from the other side of Eloise as she whispered in her ear as Elijah took his seat, "Revenge dressing?"
"Rebekah's idea," Ella whispered back. "Is it too much?"
"No, you look amazing," Hayley said.
The four vampires heard every whispered exchange, but had the grace not act like they didn't.
"Marcellus," Rebekah said, her hand on his shoulder as he stood up to kiss both of her cheeks. "So good to see you."
"And you Rebekah," he gave her a once over. "New dress?"
"This is been in my closet for years. Do you like?"
"I do."
Klaus cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention and taking control of the room.
"I'm so glad we are all here," Niklaus said, smiling as he took his seat at the head. "It has been too long since we have had a family dinner."
"Indeed. But like any good family dinner, I think we need to open the wine," Elijah cleared his throat. "Eloise, would you like some?" he reached for a bottle. "Or would you like something else?"
"It's most definitely a wine night," Eloise said as he popped open the cork and poured her a glass and then glasses for the others at the table.
"Ella, I didn't realize you would be here." Marcellus said, smiling at her.
"It was a spontaneous addition," Niklaus said. "And a welcome one, don't you think, brother?" he asked Elijah.
"I do," Elijah handed Eloise the glass, his hand lingering over hers for just a second longer than it should have.
Rebekah smirked, catching that movement and raised her eyebrows at Ella that just screamed "I told you so."
They engaged in small talk while the first course was served. Marcel turned to Eloise, "Rumor has it you might attend the meeting of the human faction tomorrow."
"I've been advised against it," Eloise said, dryly, giving Elijah the side eye.
"I should say," Niklaus frowned, "I didn't know you were considering going. When were you going to tell me?"
"I didn't realize I was supposed to tell you, Niklaus," Ella said, eying him. "Do I need your permission to do this?"
"Only so I can ensure your safety, little teacher," Niklaus studied her. "You must tell one of us these things so at the very least we can advise you on how not get yourself killed."
"But I'm not planning on getting myself killed," Ella said, sipping more wine. "Promise."
"I would suspect not, but what will you do if that meeting turns violent? A power vacuum with Kieran's death means someone will step up to fill the void."
"Okay, your point?"
"Well, to be frank with you, I know how you speak to Elijah and myself with so very little trepidation...and little teacher, no offense, it doesn't speak well to your sense of self preservation."
"Oh, now, Niklaus," She gave him a sassy grin, "Perhaps not, but you do enjoy it, do you not?"
"Our interplay gives me much joy," Niklaus gave her a wide grin. "I will not deny it."
"I thought you were no longer interested in the dealings of the quarter," Elijah commented, dryly, slightly annoyed at the bordering on flirtatious interplay between Ella and his brother.
"Well, perhaps, I am interested in this. Ella, are you planning on going?"
"Well, I hadn't ruled it out. And for the record, I did tell Elijah. And he offered his advice on the matter, which I haven't quite decided whether to take or not."
"At least that's something," he turned to his brother. "And you are allowing this to happen?"
Elijah drank more wine and raised an eyebrow to his brother. No, he was never going to allow this to happen. He was just choosing the right time to intervene.
"Rumor has that Francesca Correa wants to take over," Marcel said, quietly. "She isn't one to be trifled with."
Eloise gulped a large portion of her wine down. "I'm not planning on trifling anybody. Just getting a feel to things. I don't see the harm in that," She shrugged, "And Francesca doesn't realize that I know things about Kieran. She has been hounding Cami over Kieran's stash."
"Has she?" Elijah frowned. "Did Camille reveal anything to her?"
"Of course not. Cami isn't stupid, Elijah," Ella said.
"But it is only a matter of time before she does figure out that Cami knows where it is," Marcel offered.
"I doubt it," Klaus said, "It is more of a legend that Kieran even had those illusive items."
Eloise let out a breath, "Don't the Correas run a drug ring? Why would the human faction appoint her the leader? She is corrupt. Isn't the mayor and the chief of police a part of this meeting?"
The men exchanged a look.
"Because she has power, love," Klaus said, finally. "Position. Money. And the means to dispose of the competition."
"She sounds like a peach," Rebekah said, drinking more wine.
"Yeah, amazing," Hayley offered. "Probably shouldn't go, Ella."
"I should think not," Niklaus said, standing and reaching for the wine to top off Ella's glass again. He put his hand on her shoulder and patted it briefly. "I will talk to Camille as well tonight. I don't want her going either."
"Okay. But I want to know something."
"What's that?" Klaus asked.
"How does Elijah feel about Francesca leading the humans?" Eloise turned to him. "Surely, you can see how objectionable this is."
"Well, my darling Eloise," Elijah took a gulp of wine, "Moral failings do not matter much in issues such as these."
"And he is not one to talk even if it did," Marcel said, dryly.
Elijah ignored Marcel's pointed commented and cleared his throat, "I do think she is someone I could work with, and since my brother has decided he doesn't wish to lead the vampires...it is up to me to represent our interests in the quarter."
"Well, one thing is for certain, I'm talking with Camille. She is not getting her grubby hands on Kieran's dark objects. With someone has corrupt as her, she would use them in the most awful way. That is not the purpose of those objects."
"What do you think is the purpose of dark objects, love?" Klaus asked.
"Protection."
"Hum," Elijah pondered, "Perhaps for you and Camille in this moment, but at their inception they were not created for protection, Eloise, but power."
"I know that is why Francesca wants them," Eloise said. "And that is precisely why she will never get them, whether she is elected leader or not."
"More like when she is elected leader," Klaus said, "And perhaps that is not a bad thing. Francesca seems most eager to work with my brother."
He paused and then added, innocently, "I think she would do much to buy his favor."
Klaus didn't have to say anything more than that, but the sexual implication was there. And it stirred something up in Eloise, that caused her to have a very visceral reaction.
Eloise put down her glass too hard on the table, the wine sloshing out of the sides.
"I think you may be drinking a bit too quickly," Elijah said, wryly.
She made a face at him.
"I'll take this," Elijah said, but Ella slapped his hand, much to the astonishment and amusement of Klaus and Rebekah.
"Hands off my wine, Mikaelson" she said, in her best teacher voice.
"Oh, Ella is getting feisty," Rebekah said, amused.
"Seems like something bothering her." Niklaus said, smirking.
"Wonder what that could be," Rebekah quipped.
"Enough," Elijah said, firmly.
"Oh, fine," Rebekah said, rolling her eyes in her brother's direction, before turning to Hayley, "How are you feeling, dearest?" she inquired.
They continued to drink wine, eat, and converse before they were interrupted by one of Klaus's minion vampires, whispering in his ear.
"Speak of the devil," he said, his eyes sparkling, "Francesca is here to see you. Should we invite her in?"
"I can speak with her out there."
"Don't do so on my account," Ella said, "I would love to meet her."
"I do not think that is wise, Eloise," Elijah gave her the side eye.
"Okay, no problem. Then, I will just meet her tomorrow," Ella said, titling her head, in a clear challenge.
"You will not go to that meeting," Elijah said, his voice low and commanding.
"Elijah, one of the benefits of us breaking up, means you can't be this controlling with me and I am less obligated to care what you think about things."
Klaus nearly spit out his wine he was swallowing.
"Dang, Ella," Marcel said, smiling in approval.
"Must be the outfit," Rebekah smirked. "I knew it would give her confidence."
"Well done you," Marcel complimented his former flame.
"Thank you," Rebekah's smile was wide.
Elijah ignored it all, his focused zooming in on Eloise.
"And I do believe, you are sorely misjudging your role in this quarter," Elijah gave her a look akin to what she saw with the Vampires at the Claire house. Easy indifference, but in complete command of the situation.
"Oh, am I?" Eloise turned to him. "Do you think?"
"Whoever they choose to rule the human faction will still be subservient to us, Eloise."
"Noted, Elijah," she said, her voice low. "I know how these things work."
"No, you do not," Elijah said, rising, "And that is the point all of us trying to keep you safe. Please don't leave before I talk to you further about this."
She rolled her eyes.
"Ella," his voice was low and controlled, "I am choosing to reason with you over this issue. But make no mistake, I can just as easily stand at the door of the meeting place and forcibly remove you from that situation. Perhaps, that would be more simple, if you would prefer not to give me your assurances that we can discuss this later this evening."
"Fine, Elijah. We can have another discussion. Go see to your guest."
Elijah threw his napkin on the table beside his plate before adjusting his jacket and leaving the room with a nod.
Ella took another large gulp of wine, "Bloody good revenge dressing did me, Rebekah."
Marcel laughed, "Oh, trust me, Eloise, it did you plenty good. Elijah doesn't let people get under his skin like the way you just did."
She looked at Klaus who nodded at her, "Marcellus is correct, little teacher. And don't you worry about him and Francesca. He can take care of himself."
Ella fingered the books in the library, reading the titles, before finally settling on Tender is the Night.
She slipped off Rebekah's heels, which were killing her feet and throwing off her balance. Getting comfortable, she crossed her legs on the sofa, beginning to read.
"You can borrow that if you'd like," she heard an half an hour later.
"Surprisingly, I haven't read this one. I always thought it seemed depressing." She said, closing the book.
"It is. And biographical in nature," Elijah said, wryly. "Take it home."
She nodded, "Okay, thanks."
"Did you eat dessert?"
"Klaus went over to talk to Camille and Hayley went upstairs and I think Rebekah and Marcel are...well, not really sure..." Ella shrugged. "So, we all skipped dessert."
"Come on," Elijah inclined his head, "Dessert was going to be the best part of dinner tonight."
"Are you irritated with me?"
He gave her a small smile, his eyes amused. "No. Not any more at least."
"Okay then. But do I have to put these back on?" Ella asked, dropping her legs off the couch and kicking at her shoes. "I'm going to break my neck in those things."
He laughed, "No, darling, you can come barefoot," He paused, "though I would be remiss if I did not say how stunningly exquisite you look tonight, Eloise."
Eloise blushed, "I don't know why I let Rebekah dress me up."
"Let's not pretend with each other. We both know why you let Rebekah," Elijah said, his voice low.
"It didn't work."
"I wouldn't say that," Elijah said, "It certainty drew attention to what I am missing, but, to be honest, so did earlier with your incredibly thoughtful and heartfelt gift to Niklaus and Hayley."
"And yet..." Ella bit her lip, her eyes clouded with emotion...
"And yet, we are still where we are. But it will be well," he gave her a small smile, "Come. Let's have dessert together."
Eloise took his extended hand as he led her to the kitchens and reached for a knife. He cut a piece of the chocolate torte and reached for a fork.
"That looks decadent," Eloise said, reaching for the fork but Elijah held it out of reach.
"We will have dessert, but first, I must know...are you serious about going to the meeting tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course I am," She lunged for the fork.
"No, you are not," he held it higher away from her, his movements made in split second speeds as they did a dance with each other, her lunging and him moving the fork from her grasp, in dizzyingly fast speeds.
She stilled, exasperated. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Elijah raised an eyebrow.
"Give me the fork. I want that torte. It's been a long week, I'm exhausted. I'm irritated and emotional. And on top of the hellish weeks I have been having, now I'm PMSing. And now that you have tempted me with this chocolate, I want it. I want it badly."
Elijah grinned widely, "You don't say. Well, considering all of that I'm not surprised you want it...and I do wish to give it to you, Ella. I just need your assurances on this one thing. You will not attend that meeting. I don't believe you even wish to."
"Elijah," she grunted. "Come one. You are being exasperating."
Elijah's grin never left his face as he looked at her, calmly, "My darling, I shall give you it, after you give your assurances that you will not go tomorrow. You and I both know you aren't going to that meeting. I don't know why you can't just tell me that."
"Well, maybe, I won't go." Ella acquiesced slightly.
"Ella," his voice was firm. "You will not go. This cannot even be a choice. It isn't safe. Francesca just told me that she will do whatever it takes to become the leader of the human faction and there is no way you can sit there and be quiet while that happens knowing what you do about her. So, don't even think to put yourself in that position... Promise me."
Eloise groaned, "Fine, Elijah. I have no taste for politics, especially supernatural politics in the quarter."
"Now that's the Eloise I know," Elijah said, amused. "So what is all of this about?"
She shrugged. "I knew it would piss you off."
Elijah chuckled, "At least you are finally honest about it."
"Yes," She gave him a small smile, "But I also want to be taken seriously. And I don't think you nor Niklaus take me seriously."
"As someone who is a valuable asset to the quarter?" Elijah asked, quietly.
"I just want you two to know that I may be human, but I am more than my lack of supernatural powers."
"I have always thought you to be very capable, Eloise...I thought you knew that."
She shrugged, "When you and Niklaus throw around your power, it's to make the people around you feel vulnerable so they submit to your will."
"Or it is only to ensure the safety of my family, that I throw my power around, as you so eloquently put it."
"Okay," she shrugged, "I'll give you that...I guess. Whatever. Just hand me that fork before I change my mind about going to that stupid meeting."
"Well," Elijah's look was measured as he held it further from her grasp, "Upon further reflection, I'm not so sure I can give this to you."
"Why not?" Ella groaned, annoyed.
"I don't think you should be rewarded for such bad behavior. What message would that send?"
Ella rolled her eyes. "Oh please."
"Now, now, my darling, Eloise. You wished to play with me tonight. And as Niklaus said, you have such a poor understanding of self preservation. I think perhaps it is time for us to work on that. Don't you think?"
"Well, I trust you so I can act the way I want around you."
"Do you trust me?" he inquired, lightly.
"Of course."
"Good, I'm glad," Elijah said as he put a piece of torte on the fork and then in his mouth, "This is just as I remember it to be," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, as he wiped the fork clean.
"Elijah," Eloise frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Eloise. I'm eating this delicious dessert. And you are standing here watching me to do. See how this works?"
"Can you hand me a fork? Or should I look for my own?"
"I don't think you should move right now," he gave her a look, which stilled her in her place.
"What's your problem?" Ella frowned.
"You called me controlling tonight."
"You are controlling." Eloise laughed.
"Then I must say, I am living up to my reputation." Elijah said, putting another large piece of torte on his fork, "This is my favorite. And I know you will love it. Open your mouth."
"Why?"
"If you are having this dessert, I am feeding it to you. Otherwise, you can't have it. How's that for controlling, my darling?"
"But this is not what friends do," Ella frowned.
"Perhaps, not. And perhaps friends don't wear that," he pointed to her outfit with the fork, twirling it carefully to make sure nothing dropped off of it, "to family dinner. You admitted you did so for a purpose."
"Your point?"
"My point is that all night you wished to toy with me, Eloise, and now, I wish to indulge us both."
"Wait, what?" Eloise was aghast.
"Ah," Elijah sighed, in mock frustration. "You didn't think I would bite, did you? Oh, dearest, sweet Eloise. You were trifling with me all night long. If you truly wish to prove that you can play with the big kids in the quarter, Eloise, then you need to accept the consequences of your behavior. Now open. I am not accustomed to asking twice...for as you said, I am quite controlling. Am I not?"
Eloise opened her mouth in shock and Elijah quickly moved close to her.
"That's it," He held her chin gently with one hand before sliding the fork into her mouth, feeding her the piece of torte.
Eloise's eyes widened as she tasted it, "Oh my God. That's amazing."
"I knew you would like it," he said, taking the rest of the bite off of her fork, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Do friends share forks?" Eloise asked, innocently.
"Hush," Elijah admonished, before putting more on the fork and slipping another taste into her mouth, giving her part of the piece before sticking the rest in his mouth.
"Mmm," Ella closed her eyes, "this is your favorite?"
"Yes. It is a specialty in Austria. Open up again," he said, his voice low, "I want to feed you more." She obeyed him and her slide more decadent chocolate torte into her mouth, repeating the same process- sticking the rest in his mouth, cleaning off her fork for her. He repeated it several more times.
"Eloise," Elijah said, his voice low.
"Yes?"
He slid closer to her, his breath in her ear. "If you had wished to make me aroused by you, tonight, you succeeded."
She breathed hard. "I...I..." she looked at him, helplessly. "Really?"
"Good Lord, yes."
Her whole body practically flushed red.
"You have no idea what to do with that statement, do you, darling?" he asked, his eyes intently studying her. "It's okay," his voice was soothing. "Close your eyes now."
"Why?"
"Because I want you to," Elijah said, quietly. "Will you?"
She closed her eyes and her hand instinctively reached out for him, reaching to grip the lapel on his jacket as he slid her closer to him and wrapped one arm around her waist, holding you securely. "That's it," his voice was low, "You look so beautiful tonight, Eloise."
"Even if I used dry shampoo this morning?" Ella said, lightly, trying to ease the tension building up being his close to Elijah.
"Yes, even then. Tell me to stop if you wish, okay?" At her nod of permission, his thumb began to rub circles around her neck, before deliberately sliding down it, and slowly across her collarbone, before dipping lower. "You are absolutely stunning...and yet you have no earthly idea, do you?" His thumb inched lower, "I have never seen you wear something quite this revealing, Eloise."
His thumb slowly dipping lower, before slowly sliding in the plunging neckline between her cleavage, causing her to stiffened and then let out a breath, trying to control her feelings...those feelings of want and need that were washing over her and her not knowing how to process them.
"Relax," he murmured, his thumb stilling. "I'm not going to make any sudden moves with you, sweet Eloise," He lifted his thumb to start back at his neck, making little circles with his thumb, "What I just did is precisely what I am going to do. I'm just going to do it more."
She swallowed hard and he continued,
"I am going to start here. I'm going to go here across your collarbone," he gently slid his thumb down and across, "and then very carefully explore this very enchanting neckline that you so considerately wore to show me exactly why I should have reason to regret my own choices," He dipped his thumb lower, sliding down the plunging neckline into the gap between her cleavage, "Now, I may venture here and here because honestly, I just can't help myself," he pushed against the sides of her breast, sweeping across the edges, "You have been so frustratingly alluring tonight. However," he slide down to the bottom of the split and back up, "as you said, I do like my control. And this is the path I will take. And I will not veer from it. And I am going to repeat this journey over and over again for the next few minutes and see what you think of it. If at any time, you wish me not to, all you have to do is say. Okay?"
She nodded and leaned her head against his shoulder, burying it against him.
"Let out your breath." Elijah commanded, wrapping his arm more securely around her, trapping his hand between their two bodies. "I have you, darling."
She released her breath, lifting her head to look at him, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because," he started at her collarbone and began to take the predetermined path, "I need you to know that it isn't because I don't want you, Ella. I do. I desire you. I will always desire you," he twirled his thumb back up and repeated the process back down, his touch tantalizingly slow, though careful to keep his thumb from wandering too far off the predesignated path. She began to wiggle a bit under his touch much to his amusement and delight. He redoubled his efforts, "Tell me. What do you feel when I do this?"
"I don't know," her voice caught. "I'm not sure."
"Yes, you do know," he murmured. "It's called desire. And you feel it as much as I feel it. I can make you feel the way you made me feel tonight. Our feelings are mutual. And it's been hard for me to stay away from you. Did you know that?"
She shook her head against him, his thumb still moving, caressing her. He repeated the motion over and over again, holding her against him. Then, he blew across her pulse, which was throbbing her her neck and gave her a gentle nip before kissing her neck further, finding her earlobe and whispering in her ear, his breath on her.
"But I also need you to know that I don't like it when you play with my feelings...you using your body to entice me for revenge. What did Hayley call it tonight? Ah yes, revenge dressing..." his thumb twirled one more time before he pulled her more tightly against him, kissing her head. He pulled her away from him, his thumb slipping across the fabric of the jumpsuit, right across the neckline. "The outfit suits you, Eloise, but the feelings behind it, the manipulations, do not. Do you understand what I mean?"
Eloise looked up at him, frowning. "Elijah."
"You don't need to try to manipulate me to capture my attention, Eloise. You have had it since the moment we have met...and you will have it for a long time since."
"Then...why...?" Eloise sighed.
"Come. You know why. My point is that if you want to dress like this, do it for you, Eloise. Because you know that you are a confident, beautiful woman who can pull such an outfit off...not because you want to torture me with what I am missing. Do you understand what I am telling you?"
She nodded.
"That's good," he rubbed her cheek one more time with his fingers, his touch comforting, "I am sorry, Eloise. Truly, I am."
And before she could blink, she felt his arms leave her and he was gone, in a whoosh, before she could say anything else.
Ella left the room to wander upstairs to Rebekah's room to find her clothes to change back into. She knocked on the door and Rebekah called her to come in.
"Oh, crap, I'm sorry." Ella turned around, quickly.
Rebekah was getting out of bed, shrugging on her robe as Marcel donned a pair of jogger pants.
"No darling," Rebekah laughed at her, "We are done. And we have super speed to get dressed. You can turn around. I promise we are decent. You didn't see anything, did you?"
Eloise blushed, turning back around, "Nope. Nothing. Hi Marcel."
"Ella," he grinned at her and then his smile faded, "What did Elijah do now?"
Ella's lip began to tremble, unable to contain the flood of emotions that was threatening to overtake her. "Nothing. I just wanted to change out of this. And I left my clothes in here."
"What's wrong, my darling?" Rebekah frowned at her, "You look troubled."
Ella's face crumped and Rebekah immediately swept over to her,
"Oh, my darling," she opened her arms and Ella went in them, sobbing.
"Everything is wrong, Rebekah." she sobbed as Rebekah quietly moved her to the settee in her bedroom.
"She was toying with him all night, it was only a matter of time before he acted," Marcel said, his arms crossed. "He may care for her, but Elijah isn't one to let people push him around like Ella was doing without some sort of retaliation."
"Do you think it was retaliation?" Ella lifted her head from off Rebekah's shoulder.
He paused, uncertain, "No. I mean..." he shifted, "I suppose it could have been more. He shouldn't play with your feelings like this."
"I was the one playing with his feelings tonight."
"Yes, but he knows you take things too much to heart. I thought he would take the bait and make up with you, not..." Rebekah paused, "What did he do? Never mind, don't tell me," Rebekah kissed Ella's head, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I should have never encouraged you to toy with Elijah. I didn't realize that it would be so distressing for you to have him play back."
"It's just that I want him so badly."
Rebekah pulled away, "Maybe this was his way to tell you that he wants you back, Ella. Did you think of that? My brother would not trifle with your feelings unless he still wanted you."
"He said he wanted me."
"That's good then," Rebekah said, encouragingly, "He will come around. I know he will. This is a sign to be patient."
Marcel sat down on the couch next to them and reached out to touch her knee, "He has alot on him, Eloise. Things are hard in the quarter right now for everyone...Elijah included."
"It does affect him, Ella," Rebekah said, squeezing her tightly against her, "I know it's hard to tell because of how in control he is, but he doesn't know if he can protect us all...and that plagues him. Give him time, okay?"
Ella nodded, wiping at her eyes, "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay, sweetheart," Rebekah wiped Ella's tears, "Ah, my darling. You are too sweet for us all."
"You would tell me if there was no hope, right?"
"Of course, I would. But Niklaus and I both see it. Elijah cares so deeply for you. It's only a matter of time before he realizes that you are safer with him than without him...and that is when he will act. I promise."
She sniffed hard and then leaned her head against Rebekah's shoulder.
"Hey, Marcel," Ella threw her bag in the passenger side of her small blue Toyota corolla. "Olivia wasn't in school today," she adjusted her cell phone to her other ear, "Can you check things out?"
"Yeah, no problem," Marcel retorted from the other side of the line, "What are you up to though?"
"I'm headed out of town for the weekend." She went around the back of the car to the driver's side, sliding in. "Otherwise I would do it myself."
Marcel paused, "Where are you going?"
"Natchitoches. I still have the house there...and I want to go through some things...I need to go through some things."
Marcel paused, the silence heavy. "Okay. Be careful, Eloise."
"Of course, Marcel. Will you text me about Olivia?"
"Sure thing." He paused again, "Rebekah is here. Do you want me to send her with you?"
"I'll really be fine."
"No matter what you find?" He pressed.
Ella frowned, as she plopped the phone on speaker and began to drive, "Do you know something that I don't?"
He paused, "I just think you should have someone with you...just in case you find something."
"I doubt anything I find would be that distressing," Ella said, "Don't worry. I'll be fine."
"Stay safe."
"Always."
And yet, she didn't anticipate the crazy amount of rain and wind she would encounter on the road. And when she reached to change the channel on the radio, she lost control of the car, it spinning out of control.
"I'm so sorry," Eloise apologized, wincing as she shifted her movement, trying to adjust her hospital gown. "I tried to reach Camille but her phone is off. And when I couldn't they looked up my emergency contact in my records and you had told me to use you as an emergency contact so your name was there and...they won't even consider releasing me because I have a concussion and need someone to drive me."
Elijah held up his hand, "Do not apologize, I am glad they called."
"I know it was a drive for you to get out here."
"Not truly. I am very adept at driving at high speeds," Elijah said, smiling at her as she continued to fiddle with her hospital gown. "I can most definitely drive you where ever you may wish to go. But, first, how are you feeling?"
Eloise frowned, her lower lip jutting out, "I totaled my car."
"I didn't even realize you had a car," Elijah said, his eyes on her.
"It's stored at a friend's. I didn't realize the rain would be this bad and I hydroplaned and... now I am here."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I'll be fine. I'm more worried about my car and the hospital bill."
"Ella," Elijah said, his tone hinting at admonishment. "That's..." he paused. "Quite unfortunate."
"So very human of me, I know." She forced a smile, "But I am."
"I would not worry about it. These things have a habit of righting themselves..." he paused, "if perhaps, you know the appropriate people."
"And do I?"
"Indeed, you do." Elijah came closer to her, "May I?" he gestured to the bed.
She shifted. "I..." She winced as she tried to tuck her legs underneath her.
He looked amused. "Are you cold, darling?"
She swallowed hard, "I may have been a bit lazy in my grooming since we broke up. I've been wearing alot of pants to work and..." she groaned, "I haven't shaved my legs in God knows how long."
"Three weeks and five days...if you are counting how long since we parted ways. Forgive me, I assume you shaved that morning, I know you were wearing that pretty purple dress of yours, the one that ties into a bow at the waist."
Eloise blushed even further. "Do you remember what I was wearing?"
"Of course, I remember much about you, Eloise," He gave her a small smile, "Do you really think a bit of hair on your leg will bother me? It's only been a fad within the past..." he tapped his chin contemplatively, "I think...seventy years...but as you may imagine, the details do get muddled now and then."
She blushed further, as he gently lifted her and untucked her legs from underneath her, carefully adjusting her gown as he did.
"There we are," he sat next to her and reached for the chart. "It's charming they still have paper copies of charts. It's very disconcerting to have ones life attached to a computer, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes as he said, "Let's see what's wrong with you, shall we?" He flipped through the papers. "Are you in pain?"
"Um, well, I did get into a car accident and bruise some ribs, thrashed open my head, separated my shoulder...so yeah, just a tiny bit."
"I see that all in here...and the fact that you aren't pregnant."
"Wonderful news." she quipped.
"Isn't it?" Elijah put the chart back down, "I'm certain they will prescribe something."
She nodded, "I think they already put the order in."
He paused a moment, his eyes on her, "Or, if you'd like, I could prescribe something for you."
She gave him a small smile, "I'll be fine. I do not wish to take the risk, especially since we are pretty far from home."
"It's just," his eyes remained on her, "I do hate to see you in pain."
She reached out to put her hand over his that was resting on his knee. "I'll be okay."
"Will you?" his voice was low.
"Of course," she forced a smile.
He studied her, looking for physical signs of pain but also emotional, but Ella was calm with him at the moment. When he entered the room, she was exuding anxiety, but when he sat down with her and began talking to her, there was a marked shift...to resolved calm. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well," Ella sighed, "I still have the house."
"The house?" he asked.
"My grandparent's house," she clarified, "One of my friends had lived there but she just moved out...and...well, I was hoping, I could..." she paused, "Their things are still stored in a room, the garage, the attic and I was hoping...I could maybe figure out what Kieran meant about exploring my past."
"I see," he said, quietly.
"But this was perhaps a sign that I shouldn't." Ella said, wryly. "Don't you think?"
"I'm not sure if that is the case. But perhaps, you can use it to talk you out of wanting to..."
"I didn't really want to in the first place...I am forcing myself to."
"Then maybe you aren't ready if you have to force yourself," Elijah said, quietly. "Are we close by?"
She nodded, "Yes. Or at least closer there than New Orleans."
"It's probably not the best idea to drive you back tonight, Eloise. Perhaps, we should go there for the night. You don't have to go through their things if you do not wish, but we can stay at the house."
"Isn't that an imposition for you?"
"Of course, it is not. What do I have to do with my time?"
She shrugged and when winced sharply, "Um, save New Orleans from chaos and the witches? Keep your brother from wreaking havoc on things? Maybe prevent a few murders? Keep Francesca in line? Protect Hayley? The list seems endless."
"Oh, all of that. That can wait a day or two." he smiled at her, his look gentle. "Niklaus is more than capable of behaving himself for a day or two. We can get food on the way. You shouldn't have medicine on an empty stomach."
"If you think that is best. I mean..." she attempted to shrug her shoulder again and then winced, "God, I'm sore."
"I'm certain you are," He reached out to touch her shoulder, preventing her from trying to shrug it, "If you won't let me heal you, you need to be careful with yourself for a few days. No careless movements. I'm going to find the doctor if that plan seems agreeable to you."
She nodded.
"Good," he stood and smiled at her, "Don't go any where."
"I wouldn't dare. You would just find me."
"Indeed, I would," his smile widened as he went to leave, but Eloise's voice stopped him, "Elijah?"
He turned, "Yes."
"Thank you so much for coming," her voice caught. "I didn't know what to do when I couldn't reach Camille."
"I would never leave you here on your own, darling. I hope you know that. But next time, I should be your first call."
She nodded. And when he left the room, her stomach did flip-flops. She adored him, so completely. And...taking him to her childhood home, it seemed personal...this could go terribly wrong, or be the healing they need to move forward.
She so hoped it would be the latter.