My soul's an open furnace for your flame

Yet you leave it darkened, O the shame

Of being abandoned. Lover, do not go

Leave the moon of my night still aglow

Your leaving is the drought, my lips are dry

The only moisture, wells up in my eye.

- Rumi, Do Not Go

"I don't know why Adelia even stays with you?" Rafael said over the phone, making the noble Original pinch his forehead in frustration. "You must have done some serious voodoo stuff."

"Is there anything new you want to tell me?" Elijah asked, exasperatedly.

"I met this hot French girl in the bar last night and let me tell yo-"

"I am definitely not interested in your love affairs, Rafael," he interrupted the young vampire and watched his wife go about the kitchen making a treacle tart for Klaus.

"So whatever, but coming to the point, you sent Lia to your fastidious cohort gala. I don't know which is worse, you being their penultimate sire or them trying to recruit serial killers?"

"Your evaluation brings me comfort," Elijah said, rolling his eyes as he looked out the glass panes.

"Set the date. We shall vanquish the evil from the planet. Kill the killers before your copycat kills them with his blood in their system. Your sireline is terrifically cursed anyway," Rafael laughed and the Original exhaled.

"You would've almost come into mine," the thousand-year-old vampire quipped.

"Cheers to my irrefutable good luck. God bless me."

"Even the god would take offense to that statement."

"Pfft, Adelia prays for me," the friend hummed into the phone.

"About the witche-" Elijah started.

"You have already guessed the answer," Rafael's voice suddenly sounded morose, "Don't tell her, alright?"

"I won't," the Original said and turned his attention to his wife who just put the oven to preheat. "We will talk later."

"Tell Lia to wear blue," Rafael laughed before hanging up.

Elijah shook his head and kept his phone over the table to walk towards Adelia. Nudging her to the side, he took the spatula from her to stir the syrup as she started working on the upper crust.

"Rafael has expressed his wish that you wear green," Elijah informed Adelia with a hidden smirk.

"Then I must wear green," the witch hummed while cutting thin strips of the dough. "Niklaus will love the tart. It's his favourite."

"Indeed it is. I shall have it delivered to his residence."

"What was Raffie saying?" She enquired with a smile.

Elijah took a deep breath as he kept his demeanour straight. "About his tryst in France," he replied.

Adelia turned towards him to peck his cheek as he returned a smile hesitantly.

Klaus closed the door with a box in hands before keeping it over the counter. He opened it and found his favourite tart inside as a smile overtook his features.

Katherine peeked from the chair across him and frowned.

The Original found a note under the tart and immediately unfurled it.

I want you to join us when we arrive in Seattle and have a long chat with Elijah. He is miffed with you, not that I am not.

Do accept your favourite delicacy as a token of peace.

With love,

M. L.

He crumpled the note in his hand and sighed. Looking at the box intently, Klaus covered the lid and left the room.

As the doppelgänger went to open it, a voice made her halt.

"If I should find that you have even touched the box, Katerina, I will make you choke on it," Klaus said from the other room and Katherine retreated to her seat immediately.

"Green, Adelia," Elijah said, leaning against the closet door as he watched his wife choose from a very limited collection after he had packed away their bags.

"Why are you eager on Raffie's choice?" Adelia hummed while looking at him. "You two never see eye to eye. Should I be worried about your sudden insistence?"

"I just want you to look your best," he replied almost hurriedly and retreated into the bedroom.

The witch followed her husband and pushed him onto the bed before climbing over him. "You think I not look my best in this," Adelia mischievously said, coming to straddle his hips.

Elijah trailed his eyes over her brassiere clad form appreciatively as his fingers caressed her lace panties. "I am not the one to complain. My wife looks fetching."

"Your wife wouldn't mind if I were to sleep with her husband, right? He is a very generous man, I hear," she mumbled as the tie slowly gave away between her fingers before the witch started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Your touch seems familiar. Do you know my wife?" Elijah inquired, his breath hitching as she started trailing kisses down his chest, her soft hair tickling his heated skin as her hand pushed the shirt aside.

"I happen to maintain anonymity. So even if I, unfortunately, know her, you wouldn't hear a thing from me," Adelia whispered while unbuckling his belt, making the Original gulp.

"I consider myself very exclusive. Maybe my wife should be the one to do this to me," he said, closing his eyes when her fingers traced the bulge over the pants as his hips involuntarily sought out her touch.

"Did your wife ever tell you that you talk too much?" She smiled, pecking his cheek and continued her movements over his pants. Adelia tugged his earlobe between her teeth before discreetly sneaking her hands in, his sigh of relief audible.

"She loves listening to me talk," he replied despite the jolts travelling throughout his body as she stroked him up and down slowly. "Why must you torment me, Adelia?" Elijah groaned when her fingernail slowly caressed his appendage.

Unable to move, courtesy her magic, he exhaled deeply and his mouth was immediately captured by her, lips tugging roughly.

"Shh," Adelia cooed in his ear after disconnecting their mouth. She bit his lip before nuzzling into his neck and inhaled his subtle cologne. Throwing off her lace panties before pushing down his pants, she straddled him and looked him in the eye. "I assure you my ability to provide you pleasure will rival your wife's," she said, her hand moving behind her back to unclip her black brassiere as he grew even harder, "I hope she wouldn't be too displeased with me taking her husband for my own."

Removing the straps down her lithe arms as Elijah lay enraptured with her movements, the anticipation palpable, she slid down his length as simultaneous loud moans of satisfaction echoed the bedroom.

Elijah walked around the perimeters of the Laurentis House looking around to check any intruders when an audible sigh escaped his mouth. He glanced at the full moon with relief flooding his veins knowing there were no presence of werewolves in this town, the surrounding almost serene.

The Original turned to go back inside when his eyes caught Adelia's form inside her room, lighting the candles and screwing the glass in its place. He averted his gaze, feeling a tinge of intrusion at the moment, but couldn't help but direct his gaze to her again.

"Oh, brother, such deep longing in your eyes," Klaus' voice echoed in his ears when the younger Original came to stand beside him. He looked at Adelia from her balcony doors as the little witch lit a candle of the chandelier hanging to her level. "What is that you long for, Elijah?"

The elder brother took a deep breath, but chose to remain silent. Klaus smirked seeing the look on his face.

"What do you want, Niklaus?" Elijah asked with a sigh, hoping to not give away much.

"When are we returning to New Orleans?" The younger Original hummed watching Adelia using the pulley to fix the chandelier overhead. "Such a beautiful soul and you wish to tarnish her with your demons. Maeve has no lingering notion of the hold she has over you."

"Adelia. She is Adelia," the elder brother corrected him.

Klaus smiled and walked closer to him. "Maeve represents the girl who sees the good in me despite being the creature she should despise. Adelia is the woman you desire to attain for yourself because she gives you what you never had, peace," he whispered into his brother's ear, seeing him stiffen. "You might think me blind, but you are my brother and I know you better than you know yourself."

"You are misinterpreting my intentions. She is Sharel's granddaughter, my concerns are limited to us being only acquaintances," Elijah shrugged it off with a heavy heart.

Klaus tilted his head, observing his brother and picked up a pebble from the ground. He turned his attention towards the little witch who was returning to the settee after closing the bedroom door.

He shot the pebble at the chandelier bearings as it creakingly moved and dropped with a loud crash just a meter from Adelia who stepped back in shock.

Elijah standing beside his brother froze and clenched his fist, willing himself to remain unfazed.

Klaus looked at him with a chuckle. "I do hope it is not fear I see in your eyes. I cannot have my brother so vulnerable." He patted his shoulder with a sigh and turned towards the siphon-witch to see her extinguishing the remaining flames with a wave of her hand. "Now, when are we to return to the crescent city?"

The elder Original gulped and closed his eyes before replying, "Whenever you wish to leave." When he didn't get an answer, Elijah exhaled, "I will arrange for our departure at the earliest."

"I am glad to hear that. Good night brother," Klaus smirked and walked away just as the commotion at the noise started unfolding in the house.

"Took you long enough," Klaus rolled his eyes, seeing Elijah and Adelia exiting their car.

"Impatient, are we?" Adelia drawled, wearing a coat hurriedly.

"A thousand years, Maeve," he huffed with a smile.

"Brother," Elijah sighed, looking around and Adelia squeezed his hand before moving away to lean against the car hoping to give the siblings a bit of privacy.

"What is it?" Klaus frowned looking at Elijah.

"I cannot apologise enough for the part I played in your suffering. It might have been a thousand years, but what you had to go through because of me will always be my deepest regret," the elder Original hesitated.

"Elijah..."

"Please Niklaus... let me," he requested and Klaus pursed his mouth. "I wish I had the courage to stand up to father and prevent this altogether. The pain our parents inflicted over you, I aided them. I failed to realize what was being taken from you, I thought this will give you happiness. I failed you," Elijah's voice quivered as his eyes brimmed with tears remembering every second of the unfateful night and the younger brother looked away in contemplation. "Your own brother carved out every element of your agony and a part of me is ashamed for what I knowingly made you go through. You did not deserve it, you never deserved it. It will be too much of me to ask for your forgiveness but I hope you can bring yourself to forgive me one day, Niklaus."

Klaus let out a breath and pulled his brother into his arms as a tear escaped his eye. He looked at Adelia over Elijah's shoulder and she smiled at him. He awkwardly patted his brother's back before breaking away.

The witch approached them, her excitement evident. "When is the party Nik? I want a party. You are finally getting to showcase your furry attributes and I want to take a photograph and document everyth-" Adelia frowned when Klaus started walking away with a roll of his eyes. "You are walking away from me," she blinked and turned towards her husband, "Elijah, why is he walking away from me?!"

Elijah kissed her cheek before following his brother as a smile graced both the Original's face. The witch pouted while getting dragged along with her husband as Klaus continued to ignore her.

They soon arrived at the location as Adelia looked horrified seeing Jenna in one of the circles.

"Glad to know I still have a dance partner," he commented at Greta and turned his attention towards Elena, Jenna, and Jules. "Hello, my lovelies. Are we ready?"

"Klaus! What is this?!" Adelia asked, gesturing at Jenna.

"A small payback for almost ruining my plans, love. Now, where is my Moonstone?" Klaus smirked.

"Jenna for the moonstone," she voiced.

"What?" The smile disappeared from his face.

"My love. Let..." Elijah was interrupted by a glare thrown at him.

"You will release Jenna, Nik," she punctuated with a glare at the brothers.

"You must be delusional if you think I am going to tamper with my ritual elements, love," Klaus raged out.

"You heard it. Jenna for the moonstone. I will not allow you to take the last parental figure a young boy has. Do it or else wait for another full moon."

"You demand things at inopportune moments, Maeve," Klaus laughed.

"I presume it's Damon, who went against you. Then use him! You have tons of vampire from the ones we captured today, use one of them. Leave Jenna out of this," Adelia pointed.

"Mr. Salvatore will soon be on his deathbed. A nasty bite on a full moon," the younger Original smiled.

Elijah closed his eyes not wanting this discussion to prolong.

"Then bring him to me. I will heal him and then you can use him for your ritual. But no wait, you want a leverage over the Salvatores..." she started when Elijah narrowed his eyes in realisation as well, "...Stefan. What are your plans after this, Klaus?"

Klaus ignored her deduction with a shrug, "What makes you think I will even agree to this?"

"The moon is overhead. I wouldn't waste a single second. Jenna, Klaus. I will destroy the moonstone if she's not released," her voice took a hard edge and Elijah walked towards her.

"Adelia, be reasonable," he whispered as she continued to glare at Klaus.

"I am being reasonable!"

"You promised," Klaus said, looking her in the eye. "You promised me the same devotion and loyalty. Give me the moonstone, Maeve."

She shrugged her husband's hand from her arms before looking towards Jenna, who was staring at her. With a determined look, a loud crack echoed the forest as Klaus fell to the ground in a thud with a flick of her wrist as Elijah sent her a hard look.

"We can talk about this, Adelia. Revive him, now," Elijah commanded immediately when Greta sent her buckling onto her knees as the heretic clutched her head, screaming loudly. The Original immediately rounded to the witch with his vampire visage on display. "You will immediately cease your spell if you wish to live! You will not hurt her." He gripped her neck tightly as the Martin witch looked terrified.

Adelia seeing him distracted, with a wave of hand, disappeared the fire around the newly transitioned vampire. Muttering the spell, she turned invisible before appearing behind Jenna and rushed her to sit against a tree before putting her under the same spell. She put her finger to her lips, gesturing her to be quiet and turned towards Elena who nodded gratefully.

"I live to serve Klaus," Greta replied with a glare and her eyes widened not seeing Jenna in the circle and Elijah followed her vision to witness the same and turned to where Adelia sat to find her no longer there. He closed his eyes in disbelief.

Hurrying off to the edge of the forest towards their car, Adelia opened the Klaus' backseat to find a vampire and werewolf.

"Always have a backup," she mumbled before pulling the vampire out and closed the door. She rushed them towards the ritual site before depositing the man inside the circle with a huff.

Soon enough, she was pushed into a tree as Elijah stared at her heatedly. "You want to displease Niklaus?" He said and she didn't avert her gaze from him.

"When is he ever pleased? You justify his behaviour however you see fit, but I was never the one to tolerate his methods," Adelia replied, not backing down. "I will choose his anger over his ridiculous tantrums any day and you know it."

Elijah took a step back, clenching his jaw as he turned his attention towards the new vampire.

Adelia screamed loudly as Greta once again gave her an aneurysm.

"The moon's overhead, revive him! He won't respond to my magic!" The witch gritted her teeth and continued the spell making her scream louder who was digging her nails into her palm to not react for the sake of Luka.

Elijah turned his attention towards Greta and approached her menacingly. He gripped her hair tightly when Adelia's screams reached his ears again, "I told you to stop hurting her!" The Original shouted and didn't stop a second before snapping the Martin witch's neck. He glanced at Adelia who was panting loudly, recomposing herself.

Klaus woke up with a groan and his gaze immediately went to a dead Greta and a new vampire in the circle. The younger Original strode towards Adelia in anger when Elijah got between the two.

"Keep your distance, Niklaus," the elder brother worded, holding out a finger to stop Klaus. When the younger brother didn't relent and took a step forward, veins appeared underneath Elijah's eyes. "I am warning you. Stay away."

Klaus saw the threat in his brother's eyes and looked above at the moon. He didn't have time to spar with his brother for Maeve's insubordinate behaviour. He glanced at her and she held strong, refusing to flinch under his gaze.

Elijah took out the moonstone from his pocket and held it out for Klaus, who took it immediately, looking at it in awe.

"I've got the moonstone. I spent 500 years looking for this," Klaus examined the moonstone before looking at Adelia. "You are my only hope now, little witch. Mind giving me assistance?" He walked towards her under the wary gaze of Elijah and handed her the moonstone. Even if she had her fits from time to time, he trusted Maeve with his life.

"You do not have to ask," she said, clutching the stone and looked at the sky.

"Let's get started, shall we?" The younger Original nodded and Adelia dropped the moonstone into a stone bowl filled with flames prepared by Greta earlier, and sparks flew around as the stone got destroyed.

Elijah felt a weight lift off his shoulders as the guilt he was burdened with decreased a little. He took a step back.

She began chanting the spell and Klaus approached the rings of fire.

"I brought the Gilbert journals. I think I know the spell you're talking about," John Gilbert informed the teenagers, putting a cardboard box on the table.

"Where's Damon?"

"Upstairs. Alaric wanted to talk to him," the patriarch answered as they begin to take the journals out of the box looking through them. Bonnie hesitantly showed him the spell she got from Adelia. "I would trust these journals more than something an Original's wife sent you. You never know what goes inside their heads."

The Bennett witch nodded hesitantly and started looking through the one John suggested. After a while, Jeremy and Damon watched as she placed her hands on either side of the patriarch's head while chanting the spell.

"Come on, I got a ritual to stop," the Salvatore said impatiently, earning a glare from Jeremy who was still worried about Jenna's fate, courtesy of the vampire in front of him.

Bonnie opened her eyes signalling its completion, "It's done."

"That's it?" Damon rolled his eyes, walking out of the room. He had a ritual to sabotage. He was already dying, why not do something for the greater good, i.e., Elena.

"Go to hell," the doppelganger sneered.

"Oh love, I already am in one," Klaus smirked and sank his fangs into her neck to drain Elena of her blood. Veins appeared underneath his eyes and after a while Elena's eyes rolled back and soon she turned limp in his arms.

Stefan and Jenna watched helplessly as the redhead turned her head away from the scene.

Klaus dropped the doppelganger's body on the ground. The flame into the bowl got extinguished as Elijah stepped forward in anticipation. The vampire walked down the stone steps, breathing heavily.

"I can feel it. It's happening," Klaus exclaimed happily and glanced up at the full moon. Suddenly, his bones started to crack as he started to transform and Elijah rushed forward to help his brother. "Yes, yes!"

The younger Original was suddenly thrown through the air as Damon snuck up behind Klaus in an attempt to kill him. Elijah intervened, pushing him off his transitioning brother as veins sprouted under his eyes, blocking Klaus from the Salvatore's view.

Damon rushed towards the Originals again but dropped as Adelia began giving him an aneurysm. She moved to dislodge the stake from Stefan's back as he stood up. He kneeled down and picked up Elena's body.

"Go," Adelia ordered, hearing the pain filled howls of Klaus as the younger Salvatore swiftly complied.

A growl was heard behind Damon and Adelia as they both turned to look at a black wolf staring at them in hunger. Elijah stumbled through the trees with a ragged appearance.

"You have to leave! It isn't safe in the woods," Adelia ordered the raven-haired vampire who was staring at the wolf in horror. "Run!" she said and he immediately listened and disappeared just before the wolf jumped at where he was, rushing after him. The witch pushed him off the tracks as he hit the tree and turned to growl at her.

Jenna, invisible, just behind the witch stood up, horrified as well just as Adelia mumbled a spell turning her visible.

"We will run alright. You have the speed, the strength, and the impeccable sense. I shall accompany you back to the Boarding house. Do not leave my sight," Adelia informed the newly turned vampire who was still fighting tiredness in her bones. She needed more energy.

Elijah immediately stood beside them as the wolf appeared but was thrown aside by a wave of her hand. "Leave," he ordered and rushed deeper into the woods as the wolf chased after him. Adelia and Jenna stared at the disappearing wolf.

"Welcome to your new life," the witch said impassively as they started their way home, the howls filling the silence between them.

"I will visit you later," Adelia told Jenna as they reached the Boarding house. Jenna had not spoken a word and the witch understood. "You need a daylight ring, I shall arrange for one. Elena will be fine." She gave a slight smile and turned around to return to her husband.

"Lia?" Jenna's voice called out and the witch looked at her, "Thank you."

"I am sorry. You did not deserve this," Adelia gave her an awkward smile.

"What if they hate me?" She confessed, a tear sliding down her pale cheeks.

"They won't."

"It is too much," the redhead hid her face in her palms, crouching down as the witch rubbed her back in comfort.

"They are heightened emotions. It's normal and absolutely okay," she crouched down beside the newly-transitioned vampire. "There is a lot you will feel in your upcoming days, Jenna, but don't let your emotions rule you. You will lose who you are so fight to live. You are too precious." She stood up and Jenna followed hesitantly. "Keep this," the witch pushed a key into her palm, "If you need some time then feel free to use our apartment. I will see you tomorrow and stay away from the sun."

Jenna blinked as Adelia disappeared in a second. She looked at the key in her hands and then towards the Boarding house. She didn't want to be rejected by them, her own family. Alaric hunted her species, John did the same. After all the truth and lies, she wouldn't be able to handle the fear and hatred in their eyes.

The vampire took a step back, clutching the key tightly before rushing to her very much needed haven, away from everyone. She needed some time.

Elijah groaned looking down at the bite in his arms and winced as the venom started its way into his bloodstream. He glanced around for any sign of the wolf when soft hands held his fingers and he looked beside him to see Adelia staring at the bite.

"It won't kill me," he humoured and she sent him an unamused look before touching the bite to siphon off its venom.

"Where is your brother?" She asked, caressing his jaw.

"Chasing sparrows for all I care," he replied, raising his arm to see the bite healing.

"You are staying with me," Adelia said and cut his palm with her hairpin, dragging it from end to other.

"What are you doing?" Elijah questioned as he watched her hold his palm, the blood dripping onto the ground.

"Finding your favourite sibling," she answered, closing her eyes to chant a spell.

"I do not have a favourite sibling," the Original replied and she opened her eyes to look at him in disbelief. The leaves scattered over the ground separated itself, forming a way deep into the forest with a gust of wind.

"Your unhealthy obsession with Niklaus says otherwise," Adelia rolled her eyes and started following the trail. Elijah opened his mouth to refuse the accusation when a howl cut through the forest. "See, he is even calling for you, Elijah."

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose and formed words to deny it when another howl echoed close to them, making him sigh.

Adelia looked at her husband. "Well, he's not helping, is he?"

Elijah didn't speak and instead joined their hands to go deeper into the woods, his hands subconsciously tightening every few seconds.

March 1860

Cloverville, Louisiana

The Original made up his mind as he walked towards the parlour with determination alight in his eyes. He was not meant to be loved; fortune had never been in his cards. Adelia deserved more than that. She had just stepped into her youth, his fascination towards her would end someday and he will not ruin her in the nonce, waiting for the drastic realization.

Niklaus already suspected the recent developments and after last night's incident, Elijah was sure his brother might curse the young girl to his past lovers' fate. He stopped at the doorway and watched her, admiring her beauty and spirit that never failed to uplift his moments with ounce loads of joy and peace that became a permanent fixture around her.

She was administering the change of the chandelier in her room because Niklaus wanted to prove a point by inconspicuously threatening her. As the men started putting up the ornate fixture, Adelia heard a throat being cleared and turned around to see Elijah in the doorway, making her smile. The handlers hung it halfway while taking it as a dismissal and left the room quietly.

He walked towards her, his fingers tinkling the festoon hanging at his eye-level when his hazel orbs caught hers and a smile appeared on his face. "This looks beautiful," he said as the crystals illuminated her face to the sunlight that entered past the French doors.

"I agree," Adelia's eyes twinkled as she fidgeted with the lace sleeve trimmings at her wrist.

"So do you," Elijah told her and she looked at him squarely, her breath hitching with anxiety. He walked even closer to her, his movements creating ripples in the crystal reflected haze. "I admire you, Miss Laurentis. I have lived for centuries and I have come across the rarest of rare where I could appreciate what they put forth and you are one of them," he said and caressed her blushing cheek as she avoided his gaze.

"I recall telling you to call me Adelia," she replied as his other hand held her soft fingers in his grip.

"Miss Laurentis," he contradicted and her smile faltered a little, "your insinuations about how you feel for me, about us, are misleading." Her smile completely disappeared. "You are young and you have a promising life ahead of you. Refrain from what you intuit cloud your judgments because I happen to not feel the same."

They continued staring at each other when a tear rolled down her eye meeting his thumb as he wiped it away and her free hand rumpled the gown within her fist, staring at him with longing.

"Our differences are profound. I do not want this, I have never wanted this. My decisions may have been hasty that could have wrongly favoured your notions, but they are not true," he admitted, now feeling the indifference command her body, feeling her stiffen under his touch.

"Then I must apologise if my notions have ever brought you discomfort," she said after a while, her demeanour eerie. "It was not my intention to burden you with my frivolous presumptions. Forgive me, Mr. Mikaelson," her voice hardened and his heart shattered.

Elijah knew this would happen, always happened whenever he felt something. He destroyed everything around him; it was his own personal curse.

"Forever remain like this, always," Elijah kissed her forehead lightly, breathing her in for the last time, her rose and sandalwood fragrance calming his raging emotions for a final departure.

Nevertheless, he would cherish every single moment he had spent with her. His heart had once again fallen for another .

Adelia did not look at him when he stepped away from her, rubbing his thumb over her cheek, taking in her exquisite features. She felt his gaze on her for a moment before the Original moved to walk past her, his movement jostling the chandelier, but he did not look back, his fingers separating from hers.

The tinkles of crystal beads hitting one another and the dispersed light from them travelled around the lit room as he left.

She felt her eyes brimming with unshed tears as a multitude of them escaped their confines. A knock on the doorway startled her.

"The Lady requests your presence in the study, Miss," the handmaiden informed, Adelia's back turned to the door.

"I am not feeling well. I shall retire to bed in a moment," she replied, trying hard to not let her voice quiver as tears dribbled down her chins.

"Is everything alright? Do you need something?"

"I shall call for you if I require anything," sheinformed her who understood and left. Her hands stilled the slightly moving chandelier mid-air when she took took a deep breath. His words tormented her aching soul and she accepted it, owned them all. She righted her posture and wiped away her tears hastily.

Adelia went to close the door of her room when her gaze met Elijah's across the hallway and the witch, head held high, shut the door close.

She was Adelia Laurentis and nothing will break her, and certainly not Elijah Mikaelson.

A growl resounded the forest and Adelia stiffened in her place on the ground. She slowly turned back to come face to face with the canine as it came closer. Adelia moved her leg to get up and the wolf growled, freezing her in her place.

"Where are you Elijah?" She mumbled under her breath as Klaus sniffed her ankle. "Your brother has no decency." Adelia let out a breath and moved her leg just as the wolf tried to chomp on it. The hybrid attacked and she put her palm up as it stopped in its tracks, suddenly met with a barrier. "Niklaus! My limb is not a chicken leg!" The witch waved her hand and the wolf fell asleep, dropping with a thud.

She released a breath and laid back over the leaves, closing her eyes with a huff. When Adelia opened them, she found her husband staring down at her, looking worse for wear.

"Forgive me for the delay. I had to get the campers away from the woods," he said and glanced at the sleeping wolf. "I am impressed."

"Don't ask," she took the extended palm to sit up. "This wolf looks so sombre and adorable," Adelia cooed, looking at Klaus' wolf form.

"You wouldn't have said so a minute earlier," Elijah said, watching her slowly approach the wolf on her knees and she hesitantly caressed its head, a giggle rolling out.

"Klaus would never let me do this to him. He is a majestic wolf," she caressed the wolf's collar while Elijah looked on amused at her curiosity.

"That he is. Niklaus must be content now. A thousand years."

"Hmm," Adelia continued petting his fur coat when the wolf stirred and Elijah immediately pulled her beside him.

"Our peace is short-lived, my love. It seems the majestic wolf has ditched his slumber for some human blood," the Original commented, his fingers unconsciously picking out dry leaves from her hair.

"I have some affairs to resolve, dear. Would you be so kind and await my return in an hour?" She asked her husband who looked at her curiously.

"I shall," Elijah sighed, looking at the waking wolf.

"Take care," Adelia pecked his cheek and moved to pet the wolf in farewell who chose to growl at her, "Okay. Not appreciated, got it. Thank you. Have fun, Klaus." She glanced at Elijah once before fleeting away just as the wolf stood on its feet.

"Oh brother," he stared at the wolf, noticing its unkempt appearance, drool everywhere. "You attacked my wife. Have a little shame."

A/N: So I saved Jenna as well. I like her.