Good Monsters
Klaus smiled a small smile, internally feeling a rush of relief as he watched his brother slowly sit up and adjust to consciousness. Elijah blinked dazed leaning inch by inch, his head feeling heavy as if he were floating drearily in mid air. Klaus then thumped him powerfully on the back, patting him firmly after and squeezing his shoulder.
In a few seconds Elijah was fully awakened.
He looked towards his little brother with a sincere piercing studious gaze, recalling his words once more within his mind, his changed mind. Elijah's jaw clenched, making his stubble dotted jawline more distinct. He then cleared his throat and swallowed biting down on his teeth.
Klaus's expression grew darker and he stroked his lip reading his brother's expression, noting the perspiration which refused to stop forming upon his forehead.
"What has she done?" Klaus asked separating each word to make it sound like an order.
"She offered me the same offer she did so to..." Elijah began looking into the distance but Klaus didn't need to finish. He had already found out about his mothers intentions on his hunt for the herb. She hadn't been surprised about Elijah's rescue. She herself had chosen to place Hayley along with him but why?
What is she planning? Klaus's mind hissed.
"To...Hayley." Elijah had spoken not too long after but in that second his entire mind had somersaulted and everything seemed to have lost meaning.
Where is she? he wondered and he felt his body tense at the thought of her, a twitching began pulsing within his palm. He recalled her skin against his in the burial vault and his temperature surely jumped a little. Her face so near his, her breath her scent...he was smothered by it now and his eyes lifted to rake the room. He was in her bedroom. Her scent was everywhere... Elijah's fingers then abruptly clutched the sheets beneath him and he swiftly swung his legs over taking a seat at the edge of the bed, and hanging his head low breathing shakily.
Klaus observed Elijah with a worry at the back of his mind. The image looked wrong. Elijah, the cool Original, unsettled, sweating, shaking almost within his body. He seemed almost delusional, eyes hovering ghostly across the room.
She seems to be getting to us one by one. He thought recalling his encounter today with his birth father. The word father then reminded of his own daughter and he felt a twinge of hurt, anger and worry.
"Elijah." Klaus called and Elijah's looked up at him suddenly and swallowed, puffing out a breath. He seemed to have calmed quite a bit and Klaus blinked glad that the shaky spell was only temporary. Then before he could stop himself the words were out of his mouth in a vulnerable but all the same strong tone.
"Yesterday I killed Mikael and today I have thus slain my birth father." Klaus's voice wavered and he turned to face away from Elijah whose eyes widened as he began to listen to the recount of recent events after which there was a long and pregnant pause.
Elijah then stood up slowly moving towards his brother who still stood faced away. His hand then reached out and rested firmly upon his shoulder as it had been done so for countless decades and he turned his brother towards him and looked him in the eye fiercely.
"You did the right thing." Elijah spoke and his words made Klaus blinked more than once.
"You did this for Hope." He spoke and Klaus's saline eyes widened.
"For Hope." He breathed resolutely and pressed his own palm to his counsel's, his brother's shoulder.
Esther had give Elijah a nightmare tonight, from which he would never awake, the latch to his red door had been picked open and there was no going back now.
We are monsters. Elijah thought. But good monsters, if ever a thing exists.
He then sighed and his eyes lowered.
The image of Hayley began playing in his mind like a broken picture film, Hayley and then Tatia both donned in bright white, flashing alternating images. They were running, screaming...from him.
He bit down on his teeth hard and grasped his secretly clenched shaking fist striding out of the room to his own one in the deep need of cool cascade of water. Maybe a Holy one.