Chapter 28: Madness
Elijah's hand slid down the wall, as he caught his own breath. He then wrapped both hands around the waistband of her jeans at her hip, fiddling with the belt hooks and looked at her directly. He could feel her bump pressing against him but he found that it barely bothered him now, with all the denial long gone and washed away; all the mattered, was that she was with him.
Hayley's eyes lids fluttered, and then her hazel green orbs gazed up at him worriedly. She wasn't used to him like this, but then again, he didn't think anyone was.
He really was in love with her and madly at that, thought Hayley.
Elijah blinked and when his eyes opened Hayley was still there and he could still feel her. How impossible it seemed to have her in his hands once again? Maybe their separation really had driven him mad; Rebekah spoke of a thousand years but with Hayley it took barely any time at all.
Elijah cursed inside for having to let go and Hayley could see how much he did not wish to deal with anything but her. She placed a chaste kiss upon his now warm lips surprising him sweetly. Elijah's mouth formed a smile and she returned it warmly. She then slid away reaching for another umbrella and opened the door.
"So unpredictable." Elijah recalled nostalgically tracing his lips while still facing the wall on which Hayley had been previously standing against. He then turned and joined her under the umbrella which he took from her hand all noble in his ways. Hayley smirked. "So I guess chivalry is not dead but just really really damn late to the party." She teased and grew pleased at the sight of his smile.
Although then abruptly his smile disappeared and she grew gravely worried waiting for the bad news which he had just now recalled.
"You still seem to be imitating a drowned rat." Elijah frowned. "Now you're bound to get unwell." He scolded her as they began walking.
Hayley huffed and rolled her eyes, she had thought it was something much more serious.
"Ugh, I'll be fine and anyway it's not like you look any better." She mocked.
"Ah but vampires don't get sick." Elijah explained and Hayley rolled her eyes yet again then looping her arm into his.
They walked to the cemetery and found that Rebekah had already reached it; her blonde hair could easily be seen from under the bobbing umbrella. The rain seemed to be gradually decreasing now but that only meant that the fires of destruction were just around the corner.
Hayley noticed another figure as their distance decreased. A man wearing a hood his face lurking beneath the dark depths of it's shadow. It was Klaus of course and she involuntary found herself gripping Elijah's arm tighter. Elijah noticed and turned to face her though her hand slipped out of his grasp as they came fully into view.
"It's only Klaus." Hayley told herself.
"Only Klaus."
Klaus's eyes fell onto Hayley and she dared to look back. She was expecting a grim or blank expression but his face was neither that nor angry or stern as she last remembered. He almost seemed to show guilt, she thought at first but then looked deeper to find a better way to put it. No, this was something else, this was Klaus. He was searching for whether or not he could be forgiven.
As Hayley asked herself this question he continued to watch her intently his eyes falling to her baby bump but soon their attention was diverted.
"Time to consecrate our mother then." Rebekah spoke in fake cheerfulness and they followed her to an open grave, where Father Kieran stood waiting.
"Are you ready to do this?" he asked and Klaus removed his hood.
"Always and forever." He spoke sarcastically and sliced his palm soon after, he then handed the blade to Rebekah who did similarly. Elijah next handed the umbrella to Hayley and followed in the act, leaving Hayley last. Elijah felt a small sample of euphoria on just smelling the thick liquid dripping from her open wound. Soon all the blood dripped to the ground mixed with earth and rain.
Father Kieran finally took the blade flinging it into the six feet fissure. "It is done." He announced.
With the consecration complete they were soon met by Sophie and Sabine ready and waiting to complete the so called Harvest. Sabine's eyes hovered to Elijah and Hayley noticing how they mirrored each other's posture and then sprinted back to Sophie in an instant. No other seemed to notice this, except Elijah who watched from the corner of his eyes. His own eyes then rested as he delved into a thought.
The thought however was soon disrupted as the wind bellowed loudly and the rain began to shorten eventually turning into the remnants of a dripping tap, it then blew wildly again and a violent crackle roared into the sky.
"Fire." Sophie spoke and then everyone's head turned.
It was Marcell and in his arms curled up was Davina; they came nearer, a river of fire following behind them, twisting into the map of the cemetery. Davina was placed onto her feet, Marcell supporting her every move. She then padded up barefoot to Sophie who was in the process of being handed a knife from Sabine.
Hayley's heart quickened. This was actually happening.
"Do you believe in the harvest?" Sophie asked her tone dark and grim.
Davina nodded, "I believe." She spoke with all the confidence she could muster.
As quickly as it had started it was done.
A slice ripped through the air and Hayley recoiled, sharply inhaling, unable to watch. Elijah shifted to her letting her lean against him and while Klaus stood physically unmoved his eyes flickering over to Marcell and then a horrid feeling rose inside him; Rebekah watched the young girl she had tried to help fall into the arms of her once lover, her face filled with displeasure.
A glow ran through Davina's limp body but then eventually dulled signifying her magic flowing back into the earth. She was then laid among the other Harvest girls, and everyone neared in the hope for the resurrection.
"After the harvest, comes the reaping, their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our elders, to resurrect your chosen ones." Sophie spoke and everyone fell on the white clad bodies waiting...
"We all upon our elders, to resurrect your chosen ones." Sophie repeated though still no girl moved...
Glances were exchanged hearts pumping in unison.
"Resurrect your chosen ones!" Sophie's voices rose...
"Please." She added in despair as Marcell pinched the bridge of his nose, tears pooling in his eyes.
Elijah's fingers climbed upon Hayley's, widening them to fit into his. He squeezed her hand lightly before letting go and Hayley somehow knew that there was no way anyone was going to be resurrected.
Her other hand fell upon her stomach as she watched Sophie fall to her knees her head resting upon Monique's stomach and sobs escaping her pale lips. She had never got on with Sophie but Monique was someone's daughter. She was only a child. Hayley drowned the noise, blocking out the sobs, the fear filled hearts and unsteady breaths.
Marcell glared at Klaus who returned his stare with a hard softness before they both vanished, Klaus rapidly after Marcell. Rebekah turned to Elijah and they exchanged a gaze, her head then dropped and she began to walk away. Elijah closed his eyes and cupped his mouth before finding his composure.
"Come." He spoke, his face showing an odd expression but Hayley unsure about what it meant still slid her hand back into his.