Elijah's apprehension steadily grew, and he decided that questioning her further would most likely not yield much more information. He was scouring his brain, attempting to guess what species of creature she was. She had worked a sort of magic he had never seen, and was more powerful than anything he had ever encountered or even heard rumor of.
After mentioning his brother, she looked to his prone form on the carpet and approached him. Seeing her pick up his brother as if he weighed no more than an infant was not a surprise, but what she then proceeded to do left him speechless yet again at her unpredictability.
She put his brother down on one of the chairs in the room. Instead of depositing him carelessly, she paused and then proceeded to arrange him into a more comfortable position, adjusting him a few times. It was absurd, surreal. Elijah was watching as his all-powerful werewolf-vampire hybrid brother was manhandled as if he were a doll. When the woman attempted to correctly position his head in an upright position, it quickly flopped to the side. She tried again, and her actions yielded the same result. After two more attempts, she took a step back and cocked her head to the side before apparently giving up. She took a seat on the plush couch that faced the two chairs in the room, slowly lowering herself and then running her hands across the fabric, stroking it softly.
Mirroring her actions, Elijah carefully lowered himself onto the chair adjacent to the one his temporarily dead brother was occupying, allowing him an easy view to continue to study her. Her eyes followed his action, but she seemed uninterested, glancing around the apartment. When she turned her gaze to Niklaus, her blank expression left her face for the first time since she had appeared in the apartment.
A wry smile crossed her face and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. When she turned to him and began to speak, still wearing the look of amusement, Elijah tried to remain impassive. Seeing the expression on her face was disconcerting, especially when matched with her entirely black irises.
"He is certainly quite a handful, is he not?"
Instantly confused by the turn of events, he couldn't stop himself before asking, "What is it that you want?"
She did not seem offended or enraged by his question, something he was immediately thankful for. Her eyes left his and she seemed to stare off, leaning back against the couch and crossing her arms as she seemed to relive a memory. When she focused on him yet again, he saw that she had once again adopted her expressionless mask, giving nothing away.
"I swore to a friend that I would protect you and your family," pausing a moment as if carefully considering her next words, she continued, "even if you are considered abominations. After all, we are all monsters in one way or another."
Elijah was on edge. This thing in front of him was perhaps the most dangerous being he had ever encountered. Her near-flawless composure meant that he could not read her and he had no way to ensure that she was being truthful as he guessed that attempting compulsion would be futile, so he was unwilling to let his guard down even an inch for her. He continued to ponder her words, trying to imagine all the circumstances that would lead to her situation, or a situation in which she would tell this lie when he knew that she was capable of easily daggering him, perhaps even killing him.
The silence between them stretched for a few minutes and it had an acutely uncomfortable feeling. If he was observing the situation from an outsider's perspective, he may have found it amusing that three of the most powerful beings on the world were in a room together, and two of them couldn't even maintain conversation. He allowed his thoughts to wander but after a few minutes more she suddenly interrupted his internal reverie.
"Do you believe Niklaus would also prefer if we converse in English?"
Relieved that she was once again speaking, he answered her cordially and said, "Yes, he will prefer if we speak English. In addition, he prefers to be called Klaus."
She nodded and mouthed 'Klaus' to herself. She began to stare at his brother once more, searching his unconscious face for something she seemed to not find before she turned her attention to him once again. Her eyes bore into him and she trailed her eyes all over his face, not keeping eye contact, studying him as if committing his features to memory. She seemed satisfied after a moment and relaxed further into the couch.
She drummed her fingers against her thigh and for a moment looked so utterly human in her apparent restlessness that Elijah's curiosity as to her species was increased immensely. He was almost startled when she spoke to him while her unfocused eyes gazed over his shoulder in deep thought.
"I was named Vivienne. You may call me that."