AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone! Know it's been a few weeks since my last update. Been terribly busy trying to get everything ready for an upcoming trip. Sorry for the delay. Got this one ready for you, and working on getting the next one out hopefully in the next couple days as well. No Elejah this chapter, but I think you guys will like it anyways hehe. Had to include the scene. Just had to do it. Also, might possibly have another chapter of The Truth out soon too for all of you Nikita fans who love Malex. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: No I don't own Elijah, Elena, or anything to do with that which is The Vampire Diaries series. This is just my version of it. ;-)
Bound By Blood
~Previously in Bound By Blood~
Once he was outside, Elijah inhaled deeply before shakily exhaling. Shrugging on his coat, he clenched his hands into fists to try and stop the trembling. For once in his life, Elijah was scared. Truly, one hundred percent, scared. Too much was at stake tonight. Now he had to rely on those two imbeciles to come through or they were all dead. He had to wait and pray that they succeeded.
"God, I hate waiting," he snarled, stalking off to his car.
Chapter 7 - Not Part Of The Plan
Throwing the tumbler of whiskey into the fire, Damon felt no satisfaction watching it explode. The conversation they'd just had with Elijah made his blood boil. "He's bluffing. He has to be."
Snapping out of the stunned stupor he'd fallen into, Stefan watched the flames for a moment before turning to Damon. "How can you be so sure?"
"Oh, come on, Stefan! You really think he was telling the truth about all that mumbo jumbo?" Damon snapped, before mimicking Elijah in a spooky tone of voice. "'If my family dies, so does Elena'," he cut off the tirade throwing his hands up in annoyance at Stefan and the situation in general. "Same Original, different story. All he's doing is trying to scare us into not trying to kill his siblings or himself. Is the threat about Rebeckah true? Probably," he shrugged before continuing on. "Doesn't mean I believe the speal about Elena's life being tied to theirs. He's lying!"
"What if he isn't, Damon? What then?" Crossing his arms over his chest, Stefan walked right up to Damon. "What if he's not lying? We go off, kill the Originals, only to find out Elijah was telling the truth, and Elena ends up dead."
"Therein lies the loop hole. Elijah said if his family dies then Elena dies. He never said she'd die if they're just daggered," Damon replied, smirking as he held up the dagger before grabbing his jacket.
Watching Damon shrug on his jacket, Stefan was outraged. "What? Damon, are you even listening?! If we don't stop Esther tonight, they all die! Possibly Elena as well!"
Waving Stefan off, Damon nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Yeah, yeah, I heard that already. We'll deal with that when we come to it. First, I say we get some Originals off our backs by knocking them out. Then, Mama Original gets burned at the stake... So to speak." As he was heading towards the door, he paused and turned back to Stefan. "Since when do you care, anyways, brother? Thought you couldn't feel anymore?"
Glaring at Damon, Stefan shoved past him out the door. "I can't. Doesn't mean I want to see Elena die."
Holding his hands up in surrender, Damon smiled to himself and followed him outside. "Whatever you say, little brother," he whispered to himself. "Whatever you say." Pulling out his cell, Damon pressed speed dial 3 and waited.
The person grumbled for a moment before answering. "What now, Damon?"
"Heeeey, Ric! How'd you like to help us with an Original problem?" He cheerily replied, before quickly filling Alaric in on the details.
Sighing, and wondering how on Earth it was possible for Elena to be in danger so often in such a small amount of time, Alaric rubbed his forehead. Waving over his companion who was looking concerned, he offered up a different option for the plan. "Since you're planning to dagger them, Damon, you might as well just meet us at the Grill. Nik," he paused to let the warning sink in before continuing, "Is already here with one of his brothers. They've drank their way through half the Grill's liquor supply."
"Excellent! Divide and conquer time. Easier to do when they're wasted," Damon grinned at Stefan as he started the car. "By the way, Ric, who is us? Don't tell me you're with the psycho Dr. Fell again?"
Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Alaric bit out, "Her name is Meredith, Damon, and she wants to help so I'm letting her." Sorry, he mouthed to Meredith who simply waved it off and said it was nothing.
"You're funeral, buddy. Hang tight, we'll be there soon." Ending the call, Damon started the car and tossed the phone to Stefan. "Call Vampire Barbie to fill her in. According to Ric, we're going to need a Klaus distraction."
As Stefan waited for Caroline to pick up, he couldn't ignore the feeling of dread he had in his gut. Something told him this night wasn't going to be as smooth as Damon thought it would.
Walking into Mystic Grill, Caroline scanned the room to briefly make eye contact with Alaric. Raising her eyebrows at him, she continued on towards the bar taking great care not to look at Klaus. Just stick to the plan Caroline. That's all that matters. Who cares how he makes you feel. Elena's in danger so... Stick to the plan. Taking a quiet deep breath, she held her chin high and strode right past him. Three... Two...
"Caroline!" Klaus greeted her, smiling as she stopped and turned back to him.
One, she thought, making sure to put on the most indifferent mask she could manage. "Oh, it's you." Grimacing, she couldn't believe how fast she let herself acknowledge him. Yeah, there was a plan, but you didn't have to jump into it so quickly! Pull it together! Feeling a small bit of pride when she saw his grin falter at her tone, Caroline crossed her arms and waited.
Clearing his throat, Klaus looked down for a minute in thought. Keep cool, brother. You're a thousand year old hybrid. Shrugging off Kol's hand, Klaus raised his glass up in an offering. "Join us for a drink?" Mentally kicking himself at how nervous he sounded, he smirked when he saw the once over that she gave Kol. Shifting so his elbow touched Kol's, he snickered to himself. Clearly, she doesn't prefer you, brother. Only to have the smirk disappear at her response.
"Hmm. I'd rather die of thirst, but thanks," she muttered sarcastically, forcing herself to turn to leave. She stopped after a few steps and turned briefly to stare at Kol. "By the way, Mini-Mikaelson, you call me a 'tasty little thing' ever again and I'll do a whole lot worse than tearing out your liver." Winking at Klaus, she smirked at Kol's amazed expression before she stalked towards the exit feeling triumphant and yet sad when she heard him accept Kol's challenge of getting her attention. Stick to the plan, Caroline. Keep your feelings out of it!
Hurrying outside, she just cleared the street, and cringed slightly when she heard the car horn behind her, having a feeling she knew who almost got hit.
"Caroline!" Klaus called out to her, stumbling slightly around the back of the car.
"Are you serious?" She gaped, trying to seem irritated when on the inside she felt flattered that he'd actually followed her. "Take a hint," she grumbled, forcing her feet to move away from him.
"Oh, don't be angry, love," Klaus coaxed softly, shaking his head to himself, grinning at her spirit. "We had a little spat. I'm over it already." Shrugging he genuinely smiled when he saw her pause. Just a little bit more.
Lifting her eyes to look at the sky briefly, Caroline couldn't help but to tease him over her shoulder. "Awww, well... I'm not." Passing the bench on the corner, she thought she was in the clear. She'd done her part. She could leave now right? Almost.
"Well, how can I quit myself?" Klaus whispered, causing Caroline to stop dead and turn around.
Damn him and his stupid sexy British accent! Bracing herself, Caroline took a deep breath and forced the words out with a sad glare. "You and your expensive jewelry, and your romantic drawings," she paused, choking on that last part. "Can leave me alone."
Frowning, Klaus couldn't let himself give up yet. There was just something about this girl. He couldn't let her walk away. "Oh, come on. Take a chance, Caroline!"
Looking away, she shook her head as she quietly laughed to herself. Don't give in! Her mind was screaming at her. You've done your part, now ge-
"Talk to me," Klaus implored, cutting off her thoughts and making her smile when she saw him eagerly jump down to the bench. He waved his arm for her to join him. "Come on, get to know me!" When she still hesitated, the look he was giving her softened, and he smiled slightly. "I dare you."
Biting her lip, she looked around trying to find a reason to say no. The minute she looked at him again though, Caroline knew she couldn't. She didn't want to say no to him this time. "Fine," she huffed, flopping down next to him on the bench. Feeling his gaze on her, she nervously smiled and shrugged at him. "Soooo, what do you want to talk about?"
Looking at her like it should be obvious, Klaus tilted his head. "I want to talk about you." Pausing when she laughed, he grew serious. "Your hopes. Yo-Your dreams. Everything you want in life."
Staring in his eyes, Caroline knew he meant it. The fact that he stumbled over the words so nervously proved that he did. This man was never nervous or unsure of himself. She just couldn't let herself go there. Not yet. Snorting, she shook her head and squinted playfully at him. "Okay, just to be clear," she paused to make sure he was listening. When he raised his eyebrows, she leaned her head back and innocently looked at him. "I'm too smart to be seduced by you."
Klaus grinned and the look in his eyes only intensified. "Well, that's why I like you."
Short, simple, and to the point. As well as totally honest. One little sentence and he totally takes her breath away. Softly smiling at him, Caroline couldn't help but to feel like something was different now. This definitely was not part of the plan.