WhispersThat Taunt
990 A.D.
A young Klaus walked through the forest, spotting his hidden place by a fallen over tree, he kneeled down and reached with in the hollow tree. He pulled out a small basket of sorts, which held a makeshift paint brush.
As he continued to walk throughout the forest he spotted a diversity of flowers and berries. Pulling plenty of blue berries from the bush, he mashes them together and starts to paint on a piece of bark.
He smiled down at his creation, but the peace was disrupted by a cry that echoed through the forest. Curious, he stood up and walked throughout the forrest, following the cries and groans of pain and shouting.
He held in his breath as he came up to the scene in front of him; dead bodies lay bloodied on the ground and up against trees. One of the men stabbed up against a tree gasps, breathing for help as he notices the young boy.
"Please…H-hel-p me! P-please!" He gasps, his blood dripping from his mouth. Klaus looks at him with wide, young, naive eyes, scared and not knowing if he should help the man. Suddenly he heard nice behind him, and turned, only to see his father, who pushed passed him.
Mikael did not hesitate as he walked up to the bodies, "Please, No!" The man shouted as the long haired man stabbed him through the shoulder, and the man fell limp.
Mikael turned around to Klaus, pointing at the young boy with the bloodied sword and a furious expression and shouted, "You would show mercy to an enemy? A fiend who plotted to raid our home!" Klaus walked backward as his father continued to point the sword at him. "Mercy is for the weak, Niklaus!" Walking toward the boy until he hit the back of a tree, "Look at you boy, you are pathetic. If you are determined to prove yourself a weakling, I will cast you out! I can't have your brothers exposed to a COWARD!"
Present day
Klaus jerks awake from his position, leaned against his hand, siting on the chair in his study. Taking in a breath, his eyes glazed over, he gets out of his chair and walks out of his study. Walking into the hallway and up to Hopes room, he goes to check on her, to find her sound asleep.
As he watches her by the doorway, a moving blue light catches his attention, and he turns, closing the door on his way out.
Hope opens her eyes. They where full of fear.
~o~
Elijah walks into his old room to check on Elena, but upon finding the bed empty, he frowns and looks around the room, before concentrating to see if her scent is anywhere within the premises. His frown deepens, sensing nothing, not a trace of the girl, almost as if she had never been there in the first place.
Letting out a breath, he walks over to one of his chair that had his suit jacket hanging over the back and takes a seat. Closing his eyes he leans back and runs a hand through his hair. Everything has just gotten so much more complicated. Letting out a frustrated growl, he jerks forward ready to take one of the bourbon glasses and throw it into the fireplace in frustration, but his attention draws to the small tut of an object. Looking behind him, he sees a familiar dagger on the floor. His lips twitch upward for a moment as he stares at the dagger, thinking on all the events of the day. Perhaps there is a way.
~o~
Marcel was still sitting at the bar, drinking bourbon, when he felt the familiar presence of Sofya sit next to him, wearing a black casual business dress that hugged her curves.
"You didn't come back to your place last night." She states concerned, then giving him a knowing look, "What's going on?"
"I just spend the last six hours having all kinds of witchdoctors do their thing, and all of them say that they can't find anything wrong with me." Marcel tells her, taking a sip from his glass.
"And you think there is?" She asks slowly.
Marcel turns to her and then goes to stand up," Ever since they Bayou something has been off and then this happened." He walks over to the broken mirror. Sofya followed him to his, and her eyes widen slightly at it.
"The mirror broke in the exact shape of the sigils seen all over town." She states under her breath.
"Exactly, and last night when we killed the witches that where trying to conjure it, I think it anchored itself to me."
"Then we need a witch, a good one at that. I think I might know someone." Sofya tells him in confidence.
"I need a New Orleans witch. Vincent, he already has history with it, and it did just kill his friend, so I think he'll help me." Marcel says to her.
Sofya looks away from him for a second before catching his gaze again in disbelieve, "And in the meantime I'm supposed to do what? Cross my fingers and hope you're not possessed?"
The advanced hybrid shakes his head, although his expression shows uncertainty for a split second he tells her, "That's not gonna happen to me."
Giving him a hard look, the woman states, "Good. Because i'm not going to let you out of my sight until you're cured."
~o~
As the birds chirped outside, Klaus walks down the stairs of the compound.
"Hope?" He calls out. After a few seconds of no response, he shakes his head and walks down the hallway. He turns the corner as a mirror catches his eyes.
Frowning as he walks up to it, he sees the familiar figure of his dead father move across the hall. Spinning around with worried eyes, he sees nothing and turns back to the mirror with wide eyes, which only grow wider as his crisis glow a familiar blue. Blinking, they turn back to normal.
"Dad?" Hope asks worriedly.
Klaus turns to her with a tight smile, trying to be convincing as possible, " Yes sweetheart?"
"Aren't you coming? Everyone's ready to go." She tells him, some suspicion in the young girls voice. The hybrid smiles hesitantly at his daughter.
~o~
In Freya's abandoned building, Keelin groans as she wakes up from her sleep. Rubbing her eyes, she gets up, smelling the sent of fresh brewed coffee. Leaning over the cot, she takes the mug in her hand and brings it up to her nose, inhaling and closing her eyes.
"Hmmm, this almost makes up for the whole kidnaping thing." She says out loud.
Freya chuckled from the other end of the room as she works on grinding herbs together in a bowl on the table, "Let's not forget that the whole kidnaping thing kept you alive." Glancingg over at the dark skinned girl, she continues, "Coffee is the least I could do, considering you helped with our breakthrough."
"Last thing I remember is…you saying you figured it out, and then we started drinking tequila like water, " Keelin laughed, getting up and walking to the other girl with the mug still in hand as she took a sip, "So how am I borderline comatose and you're…little miss sunshine?" She questions, gesturing to the blonde while squinting her eyes at the light.
"Because of this," Freya says, handing her the small bowl, "Hangover cure. It's a thousand years old." Whipping her hands together, she smiles, "Also because…Mission accomplished." She picks up a dagger and shows it to the wolf girl.
"So you really thing that the weapon can kill Marcel?" Keeling wonders as Freya turns her back to place the dagger back on the table.
"My blood, Esters magic, Marcel's venom and the ashes of Lucien Castel combined…it will be powerful enough to kill him." Freya states, Keelin can't help the small proud smile that grew on her face at that.
"So…we're done then? Yeah, I can go back to my life, you can go back to yours." The wolf tells her, making Freya turn around to face her.
An unsure look crosses the witches face as she leans onto the counter, opening her mouth she looks at the floor for a second, then smiling up at the other girl, "Yeah," She nods, but hesitates, "A deals a deal."
Keelin, noticing the hesitation of the woman, furrows a brow at her in confusion, her lips parting as it she wants today something, but she glances to the side for a moment and nods before looking back at Freya.
"Hey…look…don't look so disappointed, this wasn't exactly meant to go into a friendship." Keelin tells her walking closer.
Freya nods a little, pursing her lips in sadness, "I guess this is goodbye."
Hesitating, Keelin takes in a breath, the air suddenly growing thick as the two grew closer, "Like you said, mission accomplished." A small silence follows before she speaks up again, "Okay…so I guess I'll go." She says also with a ting of sadness. Unable to look into her eyes, Freya nods with a tight smile, before looking somewhere else as Keelin turns her back and walks away.
Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket a few seconds after the other girl departed, she takes it out to see a text left by Klaus,
Need to talk
~o~
"You need to go to the Bayou without me." Niklaus tells Elijah as they walk hurried through the hall of the Compound.
"Why?" Elijah questions, confused at his brothers behavior.
"Take Hope, I'll be right behind you." His youngest brother goes on.
"Is it this thing?" Elijah asks, referring to the Hallow.
"My daughter nearly died. I need to make sure the threat to her is over." Klaus explains.
"Not without me!" Elijah exclaims, stopping his brother in his step.
Klaus turns to his older sibling, "Brother, Marcel loathes you most of all. Freya will help me here." Elijah narrows his eyes at Klaus, "I need to know my child is save, you and Hayley can assure that." He tells him, giving him one last look before turning around and walking off, leaving Elijah behind with a worried look.
~o~
"Vincent, it's me, again. We where supposed to meet an hour ago, call back as soon as you get this." Marcel reminds, speaking into his cell phone. Walking through the cemetery with Sofya, he ends the call leaving behind his message.
Scrolling through her own phone, Sofya rolls her eyes, "This is absurd, I'm calling my guy." Pulling her phone to her ear, she walks down a different path, leaving Marcel to himself.
Shaking his head in worry, he pokes his phone, only to sense something. Flashing over to the area at Vampire speed, he looks around to find nothing. Letting out a sigh, he calls out while walking over and around another crypt, "All right, whoever you are, this is the wrong day to be playing games!"
Once agin Marcel looks around to find nothing, until he hears a slow movement behind him. Turning to look in confusion, he sees Elijah's figure walking around the corner.
"Elijah…what are you doing here?" The young hybrid asks with suspicion in his tone, "Did you not learn your lesson the last time I put you down?"
"Does this bravado help to relieve your pathetic fear?" Elijah asks in monotone.
"Oh, you think I'm afraid of you?" Marcel asks in disbelieve.
"Terrified." Elijah mocks.
"I put you down twice before, maybe the third times the charm." Marcel throws at him, before going to attack him, only for him to flash away.
"The spirit I have seen may be the devil and the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape…Do you not recall your Shakespeare, Marcellus?" Elijah smirks at him, leaning a hand against one of the Mausoleums.
Marcel eyes the creature before him up and down, a looks of realization growing on his face.
"The ghost which appeared to Hamlet and then, of course…unrelenting tragedy." The creature smirks in satisfaction once again.
"You're not Elijah." Marcel murmurs.
Elijah's eyes glow a haunting blue as his lips turn up into a smirk.
~o~
Siting on her bed, in a mediative state, Elena tries to concentrate on the event that happened last night. It's absolutely simple; I was in the circle with Klaus and Marcel, I looked at the weird Crocodile skull with antlers and then I was surrounded by the blue light. Suddenly I'm surrounded by a violet light, which I can control. This makes sense because of certain heritage, so it's not that shocking, but…the whispers, the dream…why? It's so much to take in and understand.
"Why do you fight it?" The hissing voice cooed, "There is so much that you could learn, all you have to do is fully embrace it. You're so close."
"Shut up." She hums at it in irritation, scrunching her nose.
"Whatever you say little one." It didn't just sound creepy, it also felt creepy. It was almost as if it…slithered into a corner of her mind. A shiver ran up her spine, she shakes her head and opens her eyes.
"Clearly meditating isn't going to work." Elena sights. Getting off the bed, she makes her way into the bathroom, deciding to take a shower to get last nights stench off of her. When she came home after basically fleeing the Mikealson household, she went straight to her journal, writing everything down and looking through the otter's she's had, looking for information, Nothing. We are quite lonely in this world aren't we? She thinks looking into the mirror.
"But we could be so much more powerful together. Just the two of us against everyone who dares to defy us." It chuckles into her mind.
Looking into the mirror, Elena glares at her reflection, her iris's turning a deep violet. Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, eyes wide she takes a step toward her reflection, raising her hand to her cheek, "What the-"
"You know, you should just accept that you can't stop this Elena." An all to familiar voice says. Spinning on her feet, Elena comes face to face with Katherine Pierce. Clenching her jaw, Elena laughs bitterly.
"So now you're trying to parade as the person I hate most on this earth? Real nice." She glares, noticing the blue glow that surrounded the figure.
The Hollow/Katherine smirks," Well, this is a pretty face. And she did try to rule "Hell" which honestly was a bit of a sad attempt, considering it was a 'fake' Hell. Or 'prison world', a witch made 'Hell', yes? Nothing compared to the actual thing to be quite honest, but I suppose it was adequate enough to get the point across."
Elena lets out a calm sigh, Keep it together. It's playing tricks on you. Turning to the Hollow, she stares blankly, "Do you mind leaving so I can take my shower?"
The Hollow/Katherine rolls its eyes, "You know, back in my day, people weren't so modest. I'll be back." It smirks, disappearing in a blink.
Letting out a breath of relief, she undressed real quick and steps into the shower. Turning on the water to a warm setting, she closes her eyes as the water hits her face and travels down ward. After a moment of clearing her mind and relaxing underneath the water, she does the usual routine of cleaning her hair and body, shaving. Just as she turns her body around to go and turn off the water, she takes a startled step back as she stares at the form in front of her; blue eyes, dark hair, and a smirk she was all to familiar with. Staring wide eyed at the person for a few seconds, her face twists into a glare.
"I thought you said you would leave?" She hisses angrily, grabbing part of the shower curtain in an attempt to cover herself.
"Ah, but I did say I'd be back. You should really learn to listen Elena." Hollow/Damon said, smirk growing wide, "And I thought you would appreciate this, considering you care about this man, right?" Tilting his head, his eyes turn soft and Elena looks away. "Oh come on, I thought you loved me Elena? I thought we wanted to create a live together?" His expression turns full of hate within seconds, "But no, you turned into this…thing. You're a monster Elena, worse then any of them!" He hissed.
Elena glares and moves forward, but the Hollow disappears and appears behind her, leaning down to her ear, "I blame you, you know? It it wasn't for you, Katherine wouldn't have died and come back to destroy Mystic Falls. If it wasn't for you being used as bait once again, Stefan would have lived! You're the reason he's dead Elena!"
Throwing out her barrier at him, Elena growls, "Shut up!" As Hollow/Damon gets hit by the barrier, he disappears again. Quickly Elena gets out of the shower, and grabs a towel and warps it around her.
"Now that wasn't very nice." Damon voice drawls out, leaning against the wall.
"Why don't you just go away?" Elena hisses at him.
"Because where would the fun in that be, I mean Hello? I'm Damon." It says, gesturing down its form, before smirking and taking a step toward her. Elena takes a step back, before he says knowingly, "Or perhaps, you like this form better?" And suddenly there was a very naked Elijah in front of her. Averting her eyes, she feels her checks growing warm, because even though she knew he wasn't real, the image before her was difficult not to look at. "Oh I think we have a winner, wouldn't you say, lovely Elena?"
"Is this really necessary?"
"I deem this necessary. I can make your biggest fear come alive, young one and what better way to that than having people you care about say the things that you feel? And of course you are not strong enough to stop me yet. I will take advantage where I can." Hollow/Elijah says stepping closer, making her step back, he smirks at this and leans close, and even though he's not real, she could feel his breath on her cheek, making her close her eyes.
"What do you mean not yet?" She whispers shakily. It laughs darkly, making her feel uncomfortable, It sounds nothing like the Elijah I'm used too.
"You have such potential, sweet little Elena. But don't fret, all that power inside of you is on the verge of blowing up, like a dormant Volcano. Just think, you and I, we would make such a great team." He whispers in a low, yet husky voice by her ear. Pulling away, he watches her open her eyes and look at him with a hard expression.
"I could never do the things you do. You are cruel and cause destruction all around you!" She sneers through her teeth.
Letting out another bitter laugh, he looks down at her with cold eyes, "Oh, but you already have. The events when you were the precious doppelgänger? Everything that happened in Mystic Falls was because of you. Two Original Vampires fell, because of you. You cannot run from your demons forever Elena!"
Without another thought, Elena threw her hand out, slicing through the image of Elijah; her eyes glow for a second, and her palm surrounded by a light glow. The image glares at her and disappears. Breathing heavily, Elena's eyes grow wide in shock and confusion as she looks at it. Letting it fall to her side, she thinks about the Hollows words, It made it much more disturbing coming from Elijah.
Quickly, she steps out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Putting on some underwear and grabbing a pair of dark jeans and a red t-shirt with her usual boots and a brown leather jacket, she combed her shoulder length hair into a deep side part, then running her fingers through it, looking at her reflection in distraught. I can't let it get to me. I cannot let it win.
Sighing, she turns around looking over the room, raising an eyebrow, Where is my dagger? She wonders. Going into the living room and kitchen, she couldn't find it, until she remembers when she took her leave last night.
Putting her hand to her forehead, she mutters, "Crap!" Letting her shoulders drop, she thinks with distain, Now I have to go back there…well I did kind of leave in a panic…Not the best way to thank someone who took you in. Still…I should probably apologize, that was rude of me. Rolling her eyes in annoyance she tries to remember what the room looked like. Once she gets an image of what she remembered, she concentrated and wisps away.
Once she feels herself arrive, she lets the fog disappear around her. Looking around, she senses for energy within the area, and doesn't feel any. No one's here. She confirms. Stepping around the area, she searches for the dagger, but doesn't find it. Letting out a growl, she closes her eyes and concentrates on the dagger… mors pugione…mors pugione…mors pugione…An Image of no other then Elijah comes to her mind.
Her eyes open again, her face twisting into a glare, Damn it, Elijah!
"Well, what did you expect? You did after all, leave poor Elijah all alone, without even a thank you note. Why Elena, I am shocked! He does after all think so highly of you." Katherine's voice taunts.
"Oh great, you're back." Elena states irritated, her face not holding back any love.
Katherine smirks as she crosses her arms, "I never left." Looking around the room in boredom she snorts, "You would think the Originals could at least update their furniture."
Elena rolls her eyes, "You're five thousand years old, you really want to talk about furniture styles?"
"Oh, trust me, once I'm in my proper body, I'll be making much more decent living arrangements." It says, pocking the antique chair in disgust. Elena raises an eyebrow at it's words.
"So, what? Your goal is to come back into the living world and? Play house? I'm sure your proper body has been mummified and reduced to ashes by now." She sneers in disgust.
It appears behind her, in the form of Jeremy, "Much like you and I played house after finding out we're not siblings, but cousins…ironic, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?" She asks it, but only sees as it vanishes away. Sighing in irritation," Now you decide to disappear." Whatever, I have a blade to find.
~o~
"So tell me again what happened at this ritual?" Freya asks Klaus back at the abandoned church she stayed at.
"I fought evil and I saved children…I should be given a medal, instead I've been infected by some depraved ghost." Klaus chips irritated at the situation.
"Well, I know purging spells and cleansing rituals, so I can fix this. In the meantime, have you considered that you're not the only one infected?" Freya asks him seriously.
Klaus furrows his eyebrows in thought, looking at the wall behind his sister, before meeting her eyes, "Marcel was exposed as well, as was that Doppelgänger of mine."
"In your visions, our father's goading you to kill your enemy. If Marcel or that Doppelgänger have seen something similar…" Freya suggests in concern.
Letting out a breath, Klaus nods his head, "We're all on the chopping block."
"I need to purify the three of you-"
"No, not yet!" The hybrid cuts off as he makes his way to leave. Freya stares at him, waiting for him to continue. "If the Hollow can look into me, then I can look back at it, find out what it is, what it wants."
Freya shakes her head, "It's to dangerous, Klaus."
"This thing came after Hope!" He exclaims angrily at her.
Letting out a barely noticeable huff, Freya purses her lips, "Fine…I'll give you an hour, and something else." Reaching down beside her, she opened a drawer, pulling out a long but skinny dagger and continues, "The means to kill the un-killable king of New Orleans. If Marcel comes after you, use this." Klaus gives her an unrelenting glare after he looks down at the weapon, making her room her eyes, "Oh, you're mad I kept a secret from you? Fine. Chastise me once you've made it through the day."
Shooting her once last look, he opened his mouth as if he wants to say something, but changes his mind. Taking the dagger from her hands, he turns and leaves.
~o~
Hope runs through the field of flowers near her Grandmothers house, Hayley and Elijah walking close behind her.
"I do miss it out here." Hayley sighs as she looks around.
"Yeah, looks like you're not alone." Elijah says with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, watching Hope pick flowers. Hayley lets out a sigh, as she also bends down to pick a blue flower. Holding them up to her nose she revels in their scent.
"I'm scared Elijah." She mumbles as she eyes Hope from where she stands. Elijah eyes follow hers.
"Nothing will harm her…I made you a promise and I intend to keep it, for you, Niklaus and that beautiful little girl that is my niece." He vowed to her, smiling down at her.
Hayley smiles up at him, still unsure of what to think. Her mouth opens to say something but she is cut off by Hope.
"Grandma!" The little girl squeals in excitement, running up to the old woman by the front door.
"Hello sweetheart," Mary gushes as she bends down to hug Hope closer to her, "I've missed you!" Glancing up from the embrace, Mary sees Hayley followed by Elijah, her eyes grow narrow.
"I picked you some flowers!" Hope says excitedly, showing Mary the colorful bouquet. Looking back at her granddaughter, Mary smilies,
"Thats nice of you sweetheart, why don't you head inside and place them in some water?"
Sensing the awkward air between everyone, Hope nods slightly heading inside, but not before glancing back for a second.
Watching Hope head inside of the house, Hayley gives Mary an exhausted look as the older woman glares at the man behind her.
"Why did you bring him here?" Mary glowers in disapproval. Hayley purses her lips in an unsure smile and breaths in, getting ready to explain, but Elijah beat her to it just barely.
"I can assure you I promise no harm to come to you."
The older woman lets out a snort, "You might think yourself an honorable man, but your kind has proven nothing but disappointment. You're not welcome here. Hayley is an exception."
"We just want to keep Hope safe. Can we please leave the animosity out of this for a little bit." Hayley nearly pleads.
Elijah lifts his hand to her shoulder in assurance, " It's alright. I will go and make sure the perimeter is safe from…unpleasant surprises."
Hayley sends him a look, but he just smiles at her, before raising his gaze to the little house. Within a second, he disappears.
"You wanna let me know whats going on?" Mary asks, raising a brow in question.
The younger woman lets out a sight before facing the older one, great. "Let's talk inside."
~o~
Klaus makes his way down the streets of his beloved city, watching the tourists take pictures. Continuing to walk, the sight of smeared blood on the walkway catches his attention. How has no one noticed that, even humans would see this as odd.
Glancing down on of the alleyways, he makes his way, following the blood trail to on of the bars. The illusion of a man, dead long before he ever was cursed to become the monster he is today, blood covering his face, "Help me! Help me!" The dead man begged him. Turning his head, Klaus was ready to challenge this Hollow, when the voice of his nightmares taunted him.
"I assumed you'd run. Like the pathetic, sniffling coward that you are." The image of his "father", just like back then, stood before him.
Glaring at the man, Klaus lets out his own remark, "And I assume I have the misfortune of addressing the ah…what was your name?…The Hollow, yes?"
"You addressed no one." It smirks at him, disappearing and moving behind him, "I'm in your head." It's voice echoed. "I see your worst fear, the father that you loath, afraid that this is how your precious daughter may one day perceive you."
"A depraved demon, sputtering psychoanalysis. Perhaps you speak from personal experience." Klaus walks toward him, tauntingly, "Do you come from a broken home? Daddy drank, mommy never loved you? You seem to think Marcel will kill me today, he's had five years to do so, he didn't do it then, he won't do it now. I've had the will to end him, however. Now I have the weapon." He smirks at the form of his father.
"You're quite eager aren't you. Having a talent in brutality however isn't going to save you. When your so called beloved son comes to kill you today, will you kill him? Or will you die a coward? I can't wait to see how you will make use of your brutal nature."
"Let's wait to find out, shall we?" The Original replies, turning around and walking away. It smiles darkly, watching the hybrid walk away, these creatures are truly pathetic, are they not? This should be fun.
~o~
Freya was in the middle of pouring blood over the bones, trying to complete her task. Hearing footsteps walking into the room, she looked up, only to see Keelin walk in with careful steps. The wolf smiled at her, and Freya smiles back, "Did you forget something?" Unsure of what the girl was doing back.
Keelin looks at the witch, her eyes full of guilt, "Yeah…my hypocritical oath. I was halfway to the bus station when I realized you're still here…with Marcel still alive and I would be bailing on you." Hands in her pockets, she watches Freya look at her, the blonds eyes wide in surprise, near disbelieve.
"And all things considered you did cure my curse…so lets see this thing through."
"Oh." Freya began, unsure of what to do, "I appreciate that but, uhm…as usual, I'm in the middle of a family crisis."
"Well, what do I need to know?" Keelin asks, not letting the other woman push her away.
"Last night, Klaus was infected by dark magic. It's unlike anything I've ever seen. This totem," she points to the reave of skulls and herbs, "represents that power and the only way to heal him, is to channel it. Which will give it access to me."
Keelin stares at her, in retorts, "That sounds safe." Freya swallows, unsure of how to reply, "Okay look," the wolf girl continues, "Not to tell you how to handle your sorcery, but you haven't slept in days, you're dehydrated and stressed-"
"I don't have a choice." The witch cuts her off, trying to make her understand.
Letting out a huff, Keelin looks at her, seeing the emotions run through her, the frustration, "Okay, then at least let me help. That's what friends do, right?"
Freya looks up at the girls and blinks, the concept of having a friend, stranger to her. That didn't stop the small smile from forming on her lips…friends.
~o~
Elijah, in some sense, enjoyed the peace that came with nature. The light breeze shifting around him,leaving him to his thoughts about his brothers and sisters, Hope, Hayley, Marcel…and ending on last evening and the strange, unfamiliar air that surrounded Elena Gilbert now. He could never catch a break.
"Nice day for a walk."
Elijah turns around,speak of the devil and he shall appear, he thought in amusement, watching Elena's blank face.
" Hm," His lips twitch up for a second, " I see you've come to retrieve your weapon. Although, I must confess that I am baffled by how you found me." He informs her, the interest in his eyes clear as day.
"Just something I can do now." She answered him, her eyes narrowing at him.
"Another thing you can do? Exactly how many of theses things can you do? Clearly you're not a vampire anymore, but you're not human either and I'm sure you're not a witch, even though you can do things like them. So, lovely Elena, what exactly are you?" He questions her, lips pursed, "The even more important question, what about the events of last evening?"
"I'm Elena Gilbert and that's all there is to it." It was clear she didn't really want to talk about that, as much as she'd love to catch up with her favorite original vampire, this wasn't the time, nor place, "As for last night, I'm still trying to figure it out myself."
Elijah raises an eyebrow at her statement, Elena rolls her eyes. "Elijah, please just give me my dagger before I throw you into the river for it."
The man snorts at this, the image was quite something, "Is that a threat?"
"You two always did have such a wired relationship. I mean really Elena? First me, then Damon, and now Elijah?" The Hollow says, appearing in the form of Stefan. Elena's eye twitched at it's words. Ignoring it, she looks at Elijah with a forced smile.
"Depends." She tells him.
Elijah notices her change of behavior and steps forward, "Please don't take offense at my asking…but why are you here, in New Orleans?"
Looking at him, she tilts her head, "I was honestly wondering when that question would be asked. The answer; I just wan to help in any way I can."
"Yet it seems you've gotten yourself involved more then you planned."
The Hollow rolls it's eyes, "As much as I would love to be apart of this…boring conversation. It seems like something or rather someoneis requesting my attention quite forcefully."
Elena grits her teeth at the presence, wanting to cry out in relief as it disappears. She was beginning to have a headache from it's endless taunts.
"Understatement of the century." She snorts, "It's difficult for me to explain. A lot's happened, and the least thing on my mind should be helping out your family. I should be as far away as possible but…"
The Original raises an eyebrow at her pause, "But what?"
She lets out a sigh, "…with great power comes great responsibility."
Elijah lets out a chuckle as he watches her in disbelieve, "We're quoting fictional characters now?"
"Make fun of me if you want to, but having thousands of years of bad blood running through you only to find out that there's more complicated stuff, not just the doppelgänger stuff, but even more complicated blood running through your veins, makes you really think about your life's choices."
Elijah then walks closer to her, part of him understands where she's coming from, and another part is just confused, it seems like the girl that I've grown used to is right here, before my very eyes, yet why does it feel like there is a wall around her made of iron?
"What's happened to you?"
Elena looks up at him, the close proximity makes her skin itch, and she tries to back away from him, failing as he takes her hand into his own, " Complicated stuff. Maybe one day, when I feel comfortable telling you, we can talk about it. All you need to know for now is that I'm here to protect these kids, these people, this city. Something's pulled me into this place, I can't explain it."
"These are indeed complicated times. It's starting to feel like it will never end. I'm sure Vincent and his witches are trying to find answers as we speak. Seeing as I plan to give him a visit soon, perhaps you would like to join?" Elijah tries, gazing down at the ever so familiar face.
She smiles up at him, somehow the feeling of his fingers tracing the back of her hand calms her down, it's not really awkward, she muses to herself, it should be.
"Maybe, but that will depend on something." Tilting her head up, she smirks at him, "Let's make a deal!"
Elijah smiles down at her in bewilder, "This again?"
Nodding her head, she shakes his hand off, "You give me back my dagger, I come with you and help as much as I can with finding this thing. Deal?"
Elijah nods, "Seems like a fair trade. You have yourself a deal." Reaching into his suit jacket, slung over his arm, he pulls out her dagger. He watches as the girl visibly seems to relax at the sight of the weapon. Handing it to her, she takes it without hesitation, "Thank you." She breaths out.
"I never imagined you to wield such things." He tells her, moving his eyes down at the simple yet odd looking weapon in her hand. The image was off, but who was he to judge now a days.
"I went through hell to find this dagger. It's one of my most precious defense systems." She tells him smiling. There was a sparkle in her eye that was hard to miss. She adds "And my mentor would literally kick my ass if I ever lost it."
"Mentor?" He asks her curiously, tilting his head in question.
Elena nods her head, " Yeah, he's old and grumpy, but an excellent teacher in the arts of defense and offense. After…this change in me happened, he found me, trained me, taught me about the supernatural world. You'd be amazed at what all is out there, that you don't even know." She beams.
"Awww, how adorable." It taunts from behind her. Oh god, you're back, she groans internally.
"Well, I've been alive for a thousand years, I'm sure I know a large amount on whats out there." Elijah informs her.
Elena smirks at him, giving him a sideways look as she turns around to face the water, " So you know about the Ghouls, Shapeshifter's,Jinn's, or Kitsune?"
"I'm sure those stayed in the story books."
Elena pulls down her shirt with her hand, showing him the skin by her shoulder; a thick scare laid against her skin, it was maybe five inches long. " I got that from a Kitsune when I was still new at this, maybe a month into my change. It was eating the local cuisine." She jokes.
Elijah looks at the scar with furrowed brows. He could smell the sent, and it didn't smell like anything he's ever smelled before, "The smell…" He starts to say but stops, thinking.
Elena smiles at him, "I know, it shouldn't even be lingering anymore,but some of the kittens blood got into the wound and, well, it's only noticeable when you…sniff directly at it."
"Fascinating." He breaths out, reaching his hand out and tracing the scare. Elena breath hitches at his touch, That feels really nice, she thinks as she leans into his touch without noticing. Elijah being to entranced by the scares strange scent and Elena's soft skin, snaps out as he feels her skin grow goose bumps. Pulling his hand away, he clears his throat, "My apologies." Stepping away from her, Elijah silently berates himself for being foolishly lost in her scent.
Elena lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and nod her head, "It's alright." She tells him adding, "It's strange, discovering things that shouldn't exist."
A snort of sarcasm whispers in her ear "A shocker, I'm sure."
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals.
A/N: I mean, at this point I don't think even an apology can make up for the past 3 years? Yes, three years. And I've been writingother stories as well, some of which I've also not writtenin a while. Life happenes, motivation disapears, and I really just had to get my self back into it at this point in quarantine and I can't promisethat there will be regular updates, as I'm about to go into Grad school ( College and work have a lot to do with my lack of motivation, but I finally got my bachelors in Psych last year, so yay!) andmove into my very own apartment. I've been wanting to work on this story for while again, but every timeI open the laptop, look at the screen, it's like nothing in my brain wants or wanted to work with me. I think I initially put so much thought into how I want my story to be, that I get stuck and am runningagainst a wall. I'm not giving up by any means, I just need to focus on writingthe story I want to write and not on how to make this story perfect, becasue I am by no means, a creative wrtting major (although my best friend is and she's graduating this tomorrow with her Bachelors and I'm so damn proud of her!)
SO most of this chapter was actually written back in 2017, right before I dipped. I went in, added, fixed, and got annoyed by how much im sticking to the original scriptedof the episodes. I wanted to do that becausethe beginning of this story revolves around the base of that scripped and it doesn'tofficially sail away from it till the Bag of Cobras episode. So, maybe if I can focus, you guys will get to see where I was going with this. I actually tried my best to edit this and make sure I got most mistakes, but I know there are some that I did'n't get. I hope that didn't stop you from enjoying this.
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