AN: I would have updated sooner, but I was volunteering at my church for vacation bible school. Anyway, I'm hoping this chapter will not disappoint. I should mention, that I meant to say this story takes place around 3/13, not 2/13. I will correct that, but I'm just clarifying for those that have already read the first chapter. Just so you all know, there will be no love triangle among Elena and the Salvatore brothers in this story. I will only use Stelena. I have nothing against Delena, I just feel it might be a little forced. That, and I hate the rivalry between the brothers. Anyway, onto this chapter!
Disclaimer: As stated before, I still do not own The Vampire Diaries or any characters affiliated with it. The show belongs to CW network, Julie Plec, and Kevin Williamson, respectively, but some concepts used belong to L.J. Smith and her publishing company. I own the character E.J. She is entirely an original creation and not based off of any other character in the show. And she is most definitely not a Mary Sue.
Previously . . .
"My house, my rules," Damon continued. "That means no more crazy talking to yourself and preferably no more heavy objects being thrown across the room. Deal?"
E.J. stared at him. "What are you—?" She froze. "Oh, right, I was talking to myself. Er, yeah, deal, uh"—she glanced uncertainly down at Damon's hand—"should we shake on this, or what?"
Damon raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No need, sweetheart. Just do as I say and stay out of my way, and we'll get along swimmingly."
E.J. had yet to break his gaze. "Uh huh, okay. Sorry to bother you two." She finally tore her gaze away to smile apologetically at Stefan before returning to staring blankly up at Damon once more. "Can I go now?"
In reply, Damon turned her around, gently shoved her out the door, and closed the door on her. When he turned around, Stefan was giving him a LOOK. "What?" Damon asked. "I got rid of her, didn't I?"
Stefan shook his head and turned back to his journal. "You're a hopeless cause, Damon. That's all I have to say to you."
Back in her room, E.J. gently picked up the precious box that she had thrown at Gloria in her rage and laid it on the bed. She jumped back in alarm when the box seemed to vibrate in her hands just slightly.
She was just reaching out to take it again, telling herself she had imagined it, when somebody screamed.
"You know Damon's never going to let us," Elena said as she drove down the tortuous road leading to the Salvatore Boarding House. "A bunch of giggling girls in his home? Not going to happen."
"Oh, come on, Elena!" Caroline exclaimed, looking up momentarily from texting somebody Elena didn't know—she hadn't recognized the number. "Can't you convince him? Damon would let you do anything!"
"I agree with Caroline, Elena," Bonnie spoke up from the backseat. "Girls night will be so much better away from any parents." She settled back against her seat and stared out the window, enjoying the scenery as Elena drove.
"Really?" Elena asked teasingly. "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with my house getting painted, your dad's presence in town, or Caroline's mom's impromptu dinner party?"
"Those, too," Bonnie agreed, grinning up at her best friend.
"It'll be totally fun, guys!" Caroline said, expressing herself with her hands and grinning from ear to ear. "Besides, Stefan will totally not care, and I'm sure he can get Mr. I'm-the-big-bad-vampire to agree."
Elena and Bonnie were dead silent for several moments before both glanced to Caroline, although Elena had to soon look away to watch the road. "What did you just call him?" Bonnie asked.
Caroline slunk down in her seat and pouted. "Never mind."
"Here we are!" Elena exclaimed excitedly as they finally reached their destination. She parked her car and she and her two friends hopped out. After retrieving their overnight bags from the back, the three girls skipped up to the front door, giggling and planning what they were going to do that night.
"I say makeovers!" Caroline was saying as Elena reached out and pushed the door open. She came so often that she no longer bothered asking for entrance.
"Makeovers, Caroline, really?" Bonnie shook her head. "I have some new spells I've been working on. I could show them to you guys."
Caroline's face twisted in disgust. "Ooh, really, totally fun girly stuff or so totally not fun, creepy witchy stuff?" She paused to think for a moment, Bonnie planting her hands on her hips and glaring as she did, before smiling sadly down at Bonnie. "I think I'll pass on the witchy voodoo for now, Bonbon."
Bonnie glared. "Don't call me that."
Elena shook her head, laughing to herself, as she walked inside and dropped her bag on the floor. She was just about to make her presence known (although she needn't bother since the boarding house was occupied by two vampires who had known the moment she walked inside) when she glanced to the side and promptly screamed.
Caroline and Bonnie rushed inside, throwing their bags to the ground, and surrounded Elena. "What happened? What's wrong?" Bonnie demanded, before she saw it, too.
Stefan and Damon appeared at that moment. Stefan ran to Elena, thinking she was hurt, but Damon cursed and sped over to the far wall where their fireplace had once been.
From atop the stairs, E.J. cautiously watched, dismayed that her spell had worn off so quickly. "Dammit!" she cursed under her breath, hurrying back to her room to locate her grimoire, the one that Gloria had given her after the first time she had displayed magical abilities.
She was frantically pawing through one of her suitcases when she felt a presence behind her and spun around. She squeaked, leapt up, and backed away. "I had nothing to do with it!" she lied, backing up until her back hit the wall behind her.
Damon's fathomless black eyes betrayed no emotion as he stalked her, leaning over her when her back hit the wall and gazing down at her in such a way that E.J. wasn't sure if she should be intimidated or not.
"What did I tell you?" he asked in a low voice, and E.J. decided that she should definitely be intimidated. "No funny business. That's all I asked."
E.J. frowned. "You never—"
"It was implied!" Damon snapped, interrupting her. "My point is, you broke our deal. Now what am I going to do with you?"
E.J. glared up at him, her pupils dilating as her breathing escalated. "You are going to get out of my way."
The elder vampire blinked down at her before he could not withhold a chuckle. E.J. continued to glare at him, but her attempts at compulsion clearly were not working. "Are you serious?" Damon chuckled. "You can't compel another vampire, kid. Unless you're an Original, that is."
Now it was E.J.'s turn to blink. "A what?"
Damon didn't grace her with an answer. "Besides, even if you were an Original—which you are not—I've been guzzling vervain for the last three months."
"Dammit!" E.J. cursed under her breath before glaring up at him. "I don't suppose you'd move out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Who are you?" Damon demanded coldly.
"E.J. Hemmings," E.J. answered smartly. "Fourteen-years-old and a freshman in high school. Currently orphaned and with no other place to go."
Damon glared at her, but his expression had softened, although only marginally. "All right then. Be smart about it. What are you doing here?"
"I have no idea," E.J. replied honestly. There was really no harm in letting that particularly piece of information slip, right? "A friend of mine recommended this place. Is this interrogation over yet?" She wondered briefly when Stefan was going to show up and get his probably psychotic brother to back off.
I prefer the term "misunderstood." E.J. jumped at the voice in her head, but Damon was already gone.
"Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "Vervain, huh?" She slowly turned and glanced down at her grimoire still laid out on the floor. "We'll just see about that."
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"It's done," Bonnie said, sounding exhausted. Caroline reached out to rub her back and Bonnie laid her head on the blonde vampire's shoulder. The fireplace was once more renewed, this time properly, with no danger of falling apart. Elena sat with Stefan on the loveseat across the room, Elena with a coffee mug in her hand and Stefan with a brooding expression on his face.
"It doesn't make any sense," Stefan mumbled. "She's a vampire. She couldn't have done that to the fireplace and then somehow fixed it with magic."
"It was broken and then repaired," Bonnie reiterated for the fifth time, half-asleep against Caroline. "Somebody tried to repair it."
"How do you know she's a vampire?" Elena asked. She wasn't taking the news of Stefan and Damon's (particularly Stefan) having a lodger very well. Particularly since this lodger was female. Even at only fourteen, this girl should not be alone with two guys for any length of time. Elena didn't trust her.
"Trust me." Stefan turned to his girlfriend and smiled, kissing her hair. He leaned back against the loveseat's arm and sighed. "She is."
"With magical powers?" Caroline asked incredulously. She shifted Bonnie so that the small girl was lying in her lap, curled up and currently dozed off.
"I got nothing." Damon tromped down the stairs and strolled in between the couches to take a seat beside Caroline and Bonnie. He reached down to rub Bonnie's feet and, even in her half-asleep state, she found the strength to kick him. "Kid's not talking," he continued. "I could have used more persuasive methods, but Saint Stefan over there wouldn't let me."
"She's fourteen, Damon," Stefan said in way of his defense. "I shouldn't have let you talk to her at all."
"Or what?" Damon snarled, standing up and stalking toward his brother. "You would have gone? Get your head out of your ass, Stefan. You couldn't have done it."
Stefan glared but made no argument. Elena glared between the two and took Stefan's hand as if she thought she could ward off Damon that way. Damon's eyes lingered on the doppelganger without interest before turning around and returning to his seat beside Bonnie and Caroline.
Up in her room, E.J. was busy packing her things when she sensed a presence behind her. "What do you want, Gloria?" she snarled, refusing to turn around and face the witch. "I'm done with all your games. I'm going back to Toronto, and you can't stop me."
"Gloria's dead." E.J. froze, her heart pounding violently against her ribcage. "You have a heartbeat," the cold female voice continued. "How interesting. We vampires usually lack one."
E.J. gulped and stared straight ahead, clutching fistfuls of clothing to keep her hands from trembling. "I am no ordinary vampire," she countered softly.
"I sensed you the moment you came here," the voice continued, ignoring her words. "It was so strange. I've never felt anything like it."
"What do you want?" E.J. asked testily. She could feel power wafting off of the other vampire, but she found herself growing bolder the longer she went without seeing her.
Suddenly, she was grabbed by the elbow and spun around. She gasped when she came face-to-face with the other vampire. She was taller than E.J., but only appeared to be a few years older, probably around Stefan's age. Her long blonde hair fell into E.J.'s face when the other vampire leant down to peer into her eyes. Her blue-green eyes met E.J.'s oak-green ones, and a long moment passed where neither said anything.
"Do I know you?" the other vampire asked, sounding faraway and suddenly unsure of herself. Her tight jeans and cleavage-revealing top were distracting to E.J., who usually dressed in sweatpants and an old shirt from one of her old sports teams. Today, however, she had dressed up in short white shorts and a light-blue tank top, since it was unbearably hot outside. Around her neck she wore a delicate necklace with a woven silver chain. Her chestnut-brown hair fell loose around her shoulders, despite the heat outside, her honey-colored, flawless skin gleaming in the low light filling the room.
The other vampire smiled, not unkindly, as she took E.J.'s appearance in. "You are quite lovely, little girl."
E.J. stiffened and glared. "You're like three, four tops years older than me," she retorted. "You can hardly call me 'little girl.'"
In a moment, E.J. was on her back on her bed, arms pinned on either side of her. She glared up at the elder vampire, who smirked down at her. It annoyed her how easily she was being held down. Either E.J. was weaker than she thought herself to be or this vampire was ridiculously strong.
"My name is Rebekah," the other vampire introduced herself, her tone anything but friendly, "and you will do well to respect me."
"Hello, Rebekah," E.J. greeted. "I'm E.J. Now that we've officially met, can you please get off me and get the hell out of my room?"
Rebekah grinned playfully and stood up, reaching up to smooth her hair away from her face. "You're cute. I like you." E.J. sat up and stared up at her. Rebekah glanced at an iPhone she'd dug out of her back pocket and swore under her breath. "I've got to go. Let's hope the next time we meet will be more pleasant."
"Why?" E.J. asked, letting a hint of mockery into her voice. "Do you have a curfew?"
Rebekah glared at her. "You try living with four older brothers who feel the need to know where you are every second of every day!" The moment the tirade had begun, it was gone, and Rebekah was back to emotionless. "Be smart, little one, and don't ever cross me or my brothers." She leaned down and into E.J.'s face, once more pinning her to the bed. "Or I will rip out your heart and feed it to you."
E.J. squeezed her eyes shut and, when she'd opened them, Rebekah was gone. "Well, that was weird," E.J. grumbled to herself, sitting up and rubbing the spots where Rebekah had been holding her down.
"You wanted to see me, darling?" E.J. turned to see Gloria standing behind her, looking concerned.
E.J. sighed and flopped back on her bed. "Never mind. I'll figure it out tomorrow."
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Even running at vampire speed, Rebekah missed her curfew by over ten minutes. She cursed under her breath as she ascended the steps, praying to the Norse god Thor that neither of her eldest brothers were still up. It was already past midnight. It was possible, but not likely. She could deal with Kol and Niklaus, since they weren't such sticklers for the curfew.
Unfortunately, she was not that lucky. She was reaching out to open the door as quietly as she could when it was literally thrown open. She heard it bang against the wall on the inside and winced.
"Do you know what time it is?" Finn snarled. He was not exactly the picture of an ultra-powerful Original in his gray sweatpants and SpongeBob Squarepants t-shirt, but Rebekah knew better. She would have even taken Elijah over him.
"11:59," she hurriedly lied, flashing her older brother her most brilliant smile. Finn glared at her and held out his hand for her phone. Rebekah pouted as she handed it over and Finn expertly turned the screen back on and showed her its time.
"Very cute, Bekah," he said, voice deceptively calm. "Now get your ass inside before I put you over my knee."
Rebekah giggled nervously. "Come on, Finn, don't be ridiculous. I'm far too old to be—" At his glare, she decided that she'd better quit while she was ahead. "Ah, you're serious. All right then."
She hurried into the house, squeaking at the sharp smack her second eldest brother gave her. She pouted up at him and marched into the parlor, rubbing her bottom.
Kol and Niklaus were sitting in front of the television, mesmerized by one of those Cartoon Network shows that Rebekah didn't understand the point of. "You deserved it, Bekah!" Niklaus called without looking up.
"Why did his head just explode?" Kol murmured in a daze, leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees.
Finn came in behind Rebekah and she promptly scurried away from him and over to the couch. She squirmed in between Kol and Niklaus. "What are you watching?" she muttered, staring at the screen, oddly transfixed.
"Rebekah." At the voice, she jumped and glanced toward the doorway. Elijah did not look happy, but he was not angry like Finn had been. Wordlessly, he crooked a finger at her and Rebekah reluctantly stood to follow him out of the parlor. Finn trotted past her on her way out and Kol and Niklaus hurriedly made room for him as he sat down between them. Well, Niklaus did. Kol was too transfixed.
Rebekah's and Elijah's footsteps echoed in the enormous foyer as they strolled across the elegant marble flooring. Rebekah followed at a distance, head down as she ran through all of the things that Elijah might possibly say to her.
He suddenly paused and turned to face her, holding out his arms. She blinked at him in confusion and stepped up to him, pressing her face to his chest when he wrapped his arms around her. "You know why we worry, right, Rebekah?" he asked quietly, rubbing up and down her back and practically rocking her in his arms.
"I know, Lijah," Rebekah replied quietly. "You love me and you just want to keep me safe."
Elijah smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Yes, that is exactly right. Don't be upset with Finn. He was only worried for you, as was I. You know that the curfew is not a suggestion, Rebekah? We would prefer you not push it every night."
"I'm sorry," she said meekly. She didn't know what it was about Elijah, but she simply could not be her bitchy, badass self around him. She found herself reverting to her young-girl ways and heavily leaning on him for support. She both loved and hated his effect on her. Her other brothers did not affect her in that way so much, although they all held some sway over her. That feeling that they were to be obeyed was always there, although it was very, very faint with Kol and only came out when he was angry.
Kol didn't usually get angry. He got revenge. Usually in a gruesome, horrific way that would give a lesser being nightmares.
Rebekah became aware that she was in danger of dozing off in Elijah's arms and immediately shook herself. "Sorry," she mumbled, pulling away and tiredly rubbing her eyes, yawning.
Elijah smiled and took her by the arm, leading her back to the parlor. "I would say sleep, but you no longer have a curfew, so you should be getting plenty of rest."
Rebekah immediately perked up. "No curfew? Seriously?"
"Yes." Elijah smiled at her, and something in his eyes told Rebekah she had just fallen into his trap. "Because you will no longer need one. You will not leave this house without one of us accompanying you."
Rebekah wanted to protest, but they were now inside the parlor, and she didn't want to make a scene in front of her other brothers. She resisted the urge to pout by scowling and folding her arms. Elijah smiled at her and affectionately tousled her hair before strolling over to recline in the armchair.
He could see right through her. She knew it, but she didn't care. She stomped over, quickly noticed that there was nowhere to sit but the floor, and settled herself onto Niklaus's lap. He barely glanced at her, patting her head absentmindedly, his gaze transfixed on the television.
Half an hour later, the three youngest Originals were all passed out and snoring, the TV still blaring, a new cartoon now on. Finn's and Elijah's eyes met, and a rare smile graced Finn's features. "They are your siblings," he teased, glancing down at Kol, who had his head pillowed on his shoulder.
"No, brother," Elijah played along, "they are yours. Can you not see the resemblance?"
The two eldest chuckled and Elijah stood, approaching the couch. "Shall we carry them upstairs or leave them be?" Finn asked, his face neutral once more.
"Upstairs," Elijah replied mildly. "You know how cranky they get when they don't get their 'beauty sleep.'" Finn nodded once in response, carefully maneuvering Kol to be able to lift him without waking him up.
When Elijah lifted Rebekah into his arms, she groaned and blinked open her eyes, staring up at him. "Go back to sleep, little sister," he said to her. "This will be much easier if you do."
"'M'kay," Rebekah mumbled, snuggling into Elijah's arms and closing her eyes once more.
When Finn and Elijah returned from putting their two youngest siblings to bed, they found Niklaus sitting up on the couch, a dazed expression on his face. Both glanced at each other before looking warily to their younger brother.
"Yes, I know," Niklaus muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly. The TV was still playing and Elijah smoothly moved to turn the volume down low, leaving it on so that the light would illuminate the parlor. "I don't get babied and carried to bed. I know how it is."
Finn and Elijah glanced at each other once more, eyebrows raised. "Niklaus," Elijah spoke for the both of them, "are you drunk?"
Niklaus laughed and let his head fall into his hands. "Always that, isn't it, Eli?" Elijah frowned at the hated nickname. "You never considered sleep deprivation? Or just plain exhaustion?"
Finn rolled his eyes and turned to leave. "Is that how it is, Finn?" Niklaus's words stopped the older man in his tracks and he turned to glare at the hybrid. "When things get tough, you get going? That's how it's always been, right?"
Elijah sighed and reached up to rub a hand over his face. "Niklaus, now is not—"
The lecture was interrupted by a coughing fit as Niklaus wheezed while clutching the edge of the coffee table. Alarmed, his two older brothers stared at each other, unsure of what to do. Niklaus's body shuddered as he continued to cough until a suspiciously familiar red liquid began to trickle out of his mouth.
In that moment, Elijah forgot that it was Klaus, not Nik, who was before him. That it was the powerful vampire-werewolf hybrid and not his younger brother. Elijah hurried to him and dropped down beside him, pressing the back of his hand to his younger brother's forehead.
Finn did look worried, but he kept his distance. Even when they were all human, he had been wary of Niklaus, and that feeling had only been amplified as a vampire. He knew he should be doing something, too, but he wasn't Elijah. The eldest Original wasn't ruffled by anything. He always remained calm and always knew what to do. If Finn were the only one witness to Niklaus's weakened state, he wouldn't have a clue what to do.
Niklaus's head fell against Elijah's shoulder and he shuddered, once more coughing heavily into his hand. The blood continued to trickle, and Elijah had to do everything to keep from panicking. Panicking would do nothing but waste time, and time was not something he had to spare.
"Niklaus, what is wrong?" Elijah asked sternly, keeping his arm around his brother's shoulders to support him. He was afraid Niklaus might collapse at any moment, and he didn't know what he would do if that were to happen.
Suddenly, a second pair of hands took a hold of Niklaus, feeling his forehead and feeling up and down his body. Elijah blinked up at his oldest younger brother but said nothing. Finn had a determined look on his face as he tilted Niklaus's face up. "He's burning up," he announced.
"I know," Elijah affirmed.
Finn sighed and ran a strong but slender hand along his brother's collarbone and down his back. "This makes no sense, Elijah. Even vampires do not become ill, and Niklaus is a hybrid."
Elijah frowned, tightening his grip on his younger brother. "Maybe that is the problem."
Niklaus suddenly lurched away from Elijah and into Finn, trembling uncontrollably and coughing so hard that his brothers were afraid he would injure himself. Finn took him by the arms and held him up, Niklaus leaning heavily into his chest and panting against his neck.
Elijah stood and grabbed his brother by the shoulders, attempting to shake him but yet not wanting to. "We need to get him to his room," he finally said, his tone broaching no argument.
Finn gave none, simply nodded. Without a word, he swept his younger brother up into his arms and Niklaus hissed at him. "Release me this instant!" the hybrid threatened. He was interrupted by another coughing fit and was forced to cling to Finn to keep from convulsing too heavily.
The two eldest brothers hurried across the foyer and up the ornate staircase leading up to their rooms. Finn was still cradling Niklaus in his arms, and all Elijah could do was hover. He felt useless, but he could see just how difficult this all was for Finn.
They finally reached Niklaus's room. Elijah scurried around to pull back the covers and prepare the bed for his brother. He was so freaked out by his brother's apparent illness that his composure had all but disappeared and his suit, for once, was actually wrinkled. He threw off his jacket and waved at Finn to put Niklaus in bed.
"He needs to be changed," Finn murmured, looking disgusted by the idea but clearly sticking by it.
Elijah nodded. "I will do that," he said after seeing how uncomfortable the idea made Finn. "You go call the doctor."
Finn raised an eyebrow. "A doctor, Elijah?"
"Yes," Elijah answered simply. Finn continued to stare at him for a moment before nodding in consent and carefully transferring Niklaus from his arms to Elijah's.
Niklaus was surprisingly light and Elijah was easily able to carry him over to his wardrobe. Niklaus mumbled something that Elijah didn't catch and blearily gazed at the enormous dresser before him.
Elijah dropped Niklaus's legs to the ground but kept a tight hold of his shoulders as he pawed through the contents of the wardrobe. He finally located sweatpants similar to Finn's and a simple white t-shirt to dress his brother in. He slung the clothes over his shoulder and gently picked his brother back up.
"I'm warning you, Elijah," Niklaus threatened weakly as he was carried to his bed and set down. "I will put that dagger back in your heart if you even think about doing what you're thinking of doing."
Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Did you just hear yourself?" he teased, reaching out to pull his brother's shirt over his head.
"Shut up!" Niklaus grumbled, swaying slightly as the white cotton shirt was yanked over his head. "I mean it, Elijah! I will make your life miserable!"
Elijah put a hand on each of his brother's shoulders and leaned down so that they were looking eye-to-eye. "Niklaus," Elijah spoke in an authoritative voice, "you are going to shut up and do as I say or so help me I will put you over my knee." Niklaus scowled, although it was broken by deep, hacking coughs. Elijah did not flinch. "I have done it before, and I will do it again if you test me. I am your older brother, Niklaus, and you will. Do. As. I. Say."
Niklaus tried to glare but he was shoved down onto the bed and his pants were yanked off. "I see how it is," he grumbled. "Catch me when I'm weak and bully me into submission. Very noble of you, Elijah."
"I shouldn't have to wait until you are weak," Elijah replied shortly, easily slipping the sweatpants onto his brother and lifting him slightly to finish fitting them around his waist. "I never demanded your respect, Niklaus, as other eldest sons did." Niklaus said nothing as his brother turned away to close the wardrobe doors. "But that does not mean I did not expect it."
Elijah turned back around to find a Niklaus who was about ready to keel off the bed. He approached and wrapped an arm around his brother, shifting him so that he was leaning against him. "I've let you control me more than I ever should have, Niklaus," Elijah spoke, resting his cheek atop his brother's head. "That was my mistake. But, mark my words, Finn and I will discover what is wrong with you. Let us help you, Niklaus."
"Or have you lost all respect for us, little brother?" The unexpected voice from the doorway broke Niklaus. He was so sore, exhausted, and attention-starved (although he would never admit it) that he suddenly just wanted to be taken care of. He threw his arms around Elijah and buried his face in his neck, breathing in his scent and shaking terribly as he clung to him.
Footsteps crossed the floor over to him and Niklaus knew that Finn had joined them. "Do you want to put him to bed or shall I?" the second eldest Original asked. Niklaus wasn't sure if Finn genuinely wanted to help take care of him or simply felt obligated to.
Elijah gazed thoughtfully at his younger brother but did not quite have the heart to force Niklaus away from him. "Perhaps we can both do so." Finn looked a little surprised but he nodded mildly as Elijah picked Niklaus up for a third time.
Niklaus groaned as he was lifted, but he knew he could not walk. Whatever was wrong with him was not going to heal any time soon. He knew that Elijah was walking him over to the other side of the bed, but he felt detached from his body and could no longer feel Elijah's arms around him.
Suddenly, something invaded Elijah's unfelt embrace and took him from it. This Niklaus could feel every bit of and he groaned, letting his head roll to rest against Finn's shoulder.
Finn laid Niklaus down on the bed and he and Elijah shared a look.
"This is not natural, Lijah," Finn spoke first. "I called that Meredith Fell lady, and she wouldn't even listen to me. Thought I was playing with her, I guess."
Elijah barely nodded. "We will find whoever is responsible for this," he snarled, "and make him pay."
AN: Yay, the Originals are here! I love the Originals, although I can't decide which my favorite is. The idea for this story actually came from FanFiction stories. Seriously, you just can't find good quality, family-moment material on the TV show or in the books. That's why I love this site! Anyway, review if you like, and tell me what you thought, and I hope to update soon. Thanks for reading!