Chapter 3
Telling of the plan.
Elijah carried Alana's bags into the compound to find Niklaus tearing up canvas- or at least he was attempting to. Elijah motioned for Alana to stay back whilst he dealt with his brother, which she did willingly still afraid of Niklaus' temper as she had been over three hundred years before. Once Niklaus was calmed- well calmer anyway- Elijah sat down with Alana and Niklaus to talk through his plan to get the rings back- the rings that weakened Niklaus during the full moon.
"I see, so you are sure this will work, Elijah?" Alana asked, curled up in a chair felt under her.
"It's practically foolproof, so yes, I believe it will work." Elijah smiled his hand resting gently on Alana's knee.
"Your job, Alana, love is to look into Cassie the harvest girl who has newly awakened from the dead. I need to know her part in all this." Niklaus smirked, in what Alana hoped was a jovial way. Alana interwove her fingers with Elijah's for safety's sake. "Then help us gather the twelve rings which deem me powerless at each full moon." Niklaus patted her on the head as he left.
As Elijah had informed Alana of the plan, he had also explained the circumstances concerning Niklaus and Hayley's daughter, Hope, and how she now resided for safety with Rebekah, Elijah's baby sister. Alana had yet to meet Hayley a newly turned Hybrid, and she worried for how her presence would affect the young woman's disposition. Elijah could see these worries painted on Alana's face.
"You're worrying, Alana." Elijah said simply. Alana smiled.
"You can tell, huh?" Elijah nodded knowingly. Alana smiled then her face blanked. "How do I treat Hayley? What am I to be known as here, Elijah?" She asked concerned, raising her eyes to meet his, her hands clasped together in her lap.
"I do not wish to dredge up old memoirs you would rather forget, Alana, but you know what it is to lose a child... You have experienced that." Elijah said simply, placing a hand over her clasped ones. "You can relate to Hayley in a similar way."
"Elijah, her child, your niece, is with someone who will care for her. My daughter died. It is to the same thing at all." Alana admitted, fighting back tears.
"I know, I am sorry, Alana, that I must remind you of the horrors of it but you know how she feels. Knowing she may not see her baby again for a long time... I would think you would be able to sympathise with that." Elijah rose from his seat and knelt in front of Alana's chair, his hands wrapped around her own.
"I understand. I shall try, but forgive me if I struggle."
"I will always forgive you, I will always protect you and I will always love you. You know that , do you not Alana?" Elijah vowed.
"I do. My name Elijah, by what name am I to go by?"
"Mikaelson. Mrs Alana Mikaelson- if you wish it." Elijah offered, knowing she would not refuse lightly.
"Alana Juliana Mikaelson, it is." Alana admitted with a smile. She leant forward in her chair and whispered by Elijah's ear. "A good plan, Ma cheri. A good decoy, my love."
"Why thank you, Alana... Mrs Mikaelson." Elijah smiled back and raised a hand to cup her cheek before gently pressing his lips to Alana's in the softest, tenderest of kisses. A kiss of compassionate friendship and honesty.
The game was afoot, all they had to do was wait for their opponents to make their move.