Chapter 3
When she walked down the stairs she felt his eyes on her. Looking at her feet as if trying to navigate the stairs she whispered under her breath "Elijah, we have to talk". Finn was locked in the room upstairs with Esther and she knew that the sage Esther burned blocked all sound from the ball room, but they did not have much time. She had to warn him.
She slipped into the first door she saw. When she turned around he was behind her, already closing the door. She bit her lip. How could she tell him that his own mother wanted him dead? That the one person who should love him unconditionally wanted to kill him?
When she shared her conversation upstairs, the fact that Esther was using her blood in the champagne to link all her children together so that they could all be killed by a willingly sacrificial Finn, his face did not change. But his eyes. The pain she saw there made her feel like her own heart was bleeding.
He turned and walked to the window, looking out into the night. It felt as if she could feel his pain. She didn't know what to do, how to comfort him, if he would even want comfort from her, but she couldn't do nothing. She couldn't just stand there witnessing from afar. So she walked up behind him and rested her head against his back and folded her arms around his body. She waited for him to move, to push her away, but to her surprise he grabbed her folded hands in his own. As if they were a lifeline, something to keep him afloat in the sea of his thoughts.
"Thank you Elena. You did not have to do this, I am in your debt." His voice was low, had she not been standing behind him, she would not have heard him.
"I am so sorry Elijah. I cannot even imagine how you must feel. But I couldn't let you die. I would rather keep Klaus and be his personal blood bag than to see you killed." His hand tightened, it was almost painful.
He turned around and cupped her face in his hands, looking into her eyes, looking into her soul. When his lips pressed against her forehead she closed her eyes and felt a tear escape. She regrets the need to hurt him so.
There was a fluttering and when she opened her eyes she was alone.
He joined her in the ball room and just like she remembered from before, she lied, while looking in his eyes, she lied to his face. Thank God that this time she knew she had stopped it beforehand instead of trying to fix her mistake after they had already been bound.
As she looked up, her gaze met Esther's. The Original witch had a little smirk on her face. When they toasted Elijah pretended to drink and as she looked at Kol, she could not be sure if he had actually taken a sip or only pretended. She knew that Elijah would have warned his siblings.
The relieve she felt was palatable, the relief of knowing that Esther could not do what she had done and the relief in knowing that Elijah would live.
She didn't know what to tell Damon and Stefan or Bonnie and Caroline. She didn't think that they would accept her decision. When had they ever? How would she convince them that this was the right thing to do without revealing she came from less than 3 months in the future? A very bleak and dismal future. She didn't know if they would believe her about the sire lines. Only time would tell. But she did know that they would not be happy. She sighed internally.