Ch. 2

Elijah is sitting in a couch in his studio. He spends most of his afetrnoons like this, reading a novel while sipping a glass of a quite expensive scotch.

There´s nothing more to him than the strong taste flooding his palates and the images playing in his mind thaks to the words someone took the time to express.

That is until he hears the door of the compound being opened and his sister happily shouting to greet the rest of his family. There is no need for him to interrupt his activities, they will see each other later, after all, they are going to move back here. That thought made him exhale tiredly, he was sure that his brother would want things to be the way they were, but he knew better than that, thigs were broken beyond repair. That´s why I had to do it. He thought .

In that precise moment Niklaus decided to storm into his studio, apparently he would not have to wait to have the talk.

Brother!- Klaus shouted with open arms to greet his brother.

Hello Niklaus, I see everything went well, and for that I´m grateful.- Elijah said in a low tone while he closed his book and left it in the table beside him.

Yes…. Brother, your exuberant greeting has shown me how much you´ve missed me. Please lay low on the feelings- Klaus lowered his arms.

Don´t bother brother- they heard kol's voice – Our dear brother has finely become the statue he always wished to be- Kol said grinning.

Elijah always achieves his goals. But at least I get reunite with one of my brothers the way it is supposed to be- so Klaus took that moment to hug Kol and pat him in the back- let's go downstairs and make the preparations for dinner, tonight we are having a festine!- Kalus shouted while graving Kol by his shoulders and finally walking away to leave Elijah to himself.

Elijah watched his sibling walk away, it didn't bother him. What really pissed him off was the itch he felt in the left side of his chest. Damn. It did not matter how much he scratched it just wouldn't go away. He looked down his chest. I have to change my shirt. He frowned, that have not happed for a while. And I thought I was beyond this.