Chapter 17.
1790- cerebral Imprisonment.
Elijah has restless as if he was locked inside his own brain, a throbbing pain as if he was trying to get out of his own mind just through concentration and he was tired because of it. He opened his eyes and found himself chained to a wall of the Bastille. He shook his chains and found he could not move them and every time he did the vervain burnt his wrists. He did not cry out, he was too tired to, as much as he wanted to cry and scream. A guard marched up to the gate of his cell and threw it open before stepping aside and letting a woman and two men into the cell. The guard was dismissed and Elijah tensed.
The woman knelt before him and moved her cloak hood from her face and he sighed with relief.
"Alana? What are you doing here?" He said hoarsely from lack of hydration.
"Freeing you cheri. Niklaus compelled the guard. Papa has distracted the governor. This vagrant is to take your place," she pointed at the dishevelled fellow behind her. He nodded his thanks and the man did not react. Alana had bared her neck to Elijah and he shook his head.
"No, I will not drink from you." Elijah protested but Alana kissed him and then slapped him to cause him to get angry with her and bare his fangs. Before he could protest she put his mouth to her neck and let him drink. He pulled away after a few moments and then Niklaus ripped his chains free and helped his brother along with Alana out from the Bastille that late evening. The disheveled man remained, just as Niklaus had compelled him to.
Over the next few days at home, Elijah found it increasingly more difficult to cope with load voices and noises. He even went to hurt Alana once and Klaus stopped him. Alana remained at their house with him until he pushed her away to return for her safety to their house in the country. She went willingly hoping the time apart would help his recovery.