One attribute of God is that he sees
Every atom's movement and of these
But are the qualities of that first cause
That gave us life and discipline and laws.
- Rumi, Attributes
dated: february, 1863
Dear Niklaus,
It has come to my attention that you have been avoiding me the past few months. The winter has come and gone and you still remain a troubling Original. As your unfortunate only friend, I consider it my duty to remind you of your lacking stealth. It is very impolite and I do not wish to appear rude and inconsiderate, but you have been a very bad friend.
Yours,
Maeve L.
"You are up very early," Elijah commented while watching his wife stretching out of bed.
"It's very hard to go to sleep with all the things going on inside my head," Adelia replied and unbraided her hair.
"Everything should be fine," he gave her a smile and patted the bed. She rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. The Original wound his arms around her and kissed her head. "I heard Asher ate my shoes."
The witch looked up at him, "Don't be mad at him. He was fascinated by your footwear."
"And I don't suppose it has anything to do with you not disciplining him?" He mused and laid her down on the bed before kissing her collarbone.
"I did scold him and made him sit in the corner," she told him. "He looked very regretful."
Elijah removed the strap from her shoulder and suckled the skin. He hummed in her ear, "Regretful for not getting his paws on my shoes sooner."
"Your shoes wouldn't fit his paws, you shouldn't worry," Adelia giggled and trailed her fingers down his bare back. His canines broke her skin and she immediately stopped him. "We have a tight budget for his month. With your new shoe shopping, I do not think ruining this sheet is a good idea. It came very expensive."
The Original stared at her for a moment before nodding, "We also have your dog expenses to take care of."
She nodded vigorously and sat up from under him, moving to push down his pants. "Do not forget the porch swing, it broke."
"Because of Asher," Elijah said and pulled off her dress hurriedly. "Every extra expense leads to the dog."
The witch pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him, "Don't blame my dog."
The vampire changed their positions in a second as he tugged her lace panties from her legs. "I have to abstain from my wife's lovely neck because of that creature," he informed her in a heavy breath. "I suggest we educat-"
Adelia pulled him towards her to connect their lips and wrapped her legs around his hips. She broke the kiss to look into his eyes, "Why don't we keep Asher out of this conversation?"
"Agreed," Elijah nodded indefinitely and kiss her full on the lips as he intertwined their fingers before pushing them over her head. She hitched her leg higher up his waist when he thrust inside of her, his hand moving to grip the headboard as a groan escaped his lips.
Adelia crashed their lips when the Original pulled himself out before leveraging the headboard to thrust roughly, their eyes closing simultaneously.
Asher perched outside their room stared at the closed door. Of course, they forgot about him and his food and couldn't they get their own room?
They were disgustingly touching lips and held hands all the time.
Was this how humans mated? It was terrible. The sweet demon did not usually smell like she was in heat or even fertile. Will the sweet demon birth another demon babe?
Asher was adamant to not let the tiny demon command him. Not even the prospect of playing with a beautiful demon babe could deter his mind. He wouldn't stoop low to fight for his servants' affections with their babe. He was a king and he listened to no one.
But maybe the little demon will have brown eyes-he liked brown eyes.
February 1863
New Orleans
Elijah saw Adelia enter the compound and a smile immediately graced his features. She removed her veil and gloves before meeting his hazel eyes as she froze in her tracks.
"Good afternoon, Miss Laurentis. Where are you off to?" The Original started moving towards her. They were cordial, depressingly so, but he hoped she would stop avoiding him like a plague.
"Where is Niklaus? He refused to meet me again," the siphon-witch replied instantly.
Elijah's gaze moved upstairs and he cleared his throat, "Perhaps you should visit another time."
"There is no better time than the present, Mr. Mikaelson."
"He is entertaining some... guests," the vampire reasoned.
Adelia walked past him and sat on the divan, "I suppose I shall wait."
"He might decide otherwise," he told her.
"Then you should be a good brother and a host and inform your ill-mannered brother that Maeve is waiting for him downstairs," she said, giving him a look and Elijah hid a smile.
His brother and Adelia had a very interesting friendship. Despite Klaus' numerous threats to her, he knew the younger brother would never hurt Adelia.
The elder Original took a deep breath before shouting. "Niklaus!" When he did not get a response, he and Adelia shared a look before he shouted again, "Niklaus!"
"My ears are going to start to bleed if you continue to roar. I am sure his supernatural hearing is still intact for you to only say it once," the witch rolled her eyes and Elijah once again wished she would let him near her.
He ignored her comment as his hearing picked up a set of footsteps coming towards the door, "and here he comes."
Suddenly, a beautiful woman, scantily dressed, opened the door and stepped out of his brother's bedroom. Her green eyes set on the occupants downstairs, she slithered down the steps before coming to stand in front of the two.
Elijah narrowed his eyes at her lack of proper attire before the woman beside him lend her shawl to the green-eyed girl. She took it happily and draped it over herself with a dramatic flair before looking between the brunette pair.
"That is a resplendent sight. I am sure the guests are very compliant," Adelia quipped.
The Original sighed and put his hand on the witch's lower back to guide her away, feeling her stiffen under his touch, "I shall escort you somewhere else until my brother arrives."
She nodded and let him guide her when a hand gripped her wrist and stopped her. Both the Original and Adelia looked at the green-eyed girl warily who stepped in front of the witch.
She lifted her finger to trail it down the witch's face when Elijah pushed away her hand and the girl feigned a pout of sadness.
"My fingers are not going to taint your little lady's preciousness, Elijah," the green-eyed girl said and moved closer to him, putting her arms on his chest as the shawl slid down her arms to the floor.
Adelia averted her gaze from the scene, her fingers fidgeting again as she stepped away from the pair in close embrace. Elijah tightened his grip on the siphon-witch's waist when the newly arrived girl moved to whisper in his ear.
"Is she the reason you are denying my services?" She smiled coyly before her hands reached the front of his trousers.
The witch put the shawl in between them as green eyes met brown ones instantly. "It is inappropriate to initiate such gestures in front of an audience."
The girl smiled and took the shawl from Adelia slowly before moving to smell the drape. She looked at Elijah and smirked, "She smells heavenly." Touching the witch's collarbone in a soft caress, she continued, "I may want a taste."
Elijah pulled Adelia away from the girl and clenched his jaw, "I've had enough of your disrespectful behaviour. Return to my brother's chambers at once."
Green eyes looked between the two with a smirk and she draped the shawl over herself properly, "With pleasure."
Klaus glanced up when he saw Adelia enter the living room in a hurry. He smirked seeing the usually organized witch struggling with her heels, "Maeve, you are cheerful this morning."
Elijah entered swiftly and handed his wife her phone which she put in her purse immediately. "I am sure he only wants coffee," he mused, clipping her hair with a butterfly pin-his favorite from her vast collection.
"I am aware," the witch said and smoothed her dress, "Don't start you two." She warned the brothers before either of them could formulate the next sentence.
The noble brother closed his mouth but then looked at her, "But you look very beautiful today."
Adelia turned to look at him with a mocking smile, "So I don't look beautiful any other day."
"You are perfect," Elijah told her while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
Klaus let out a loud sigh, "Could you two be any more nauseous?"
"Coffee for you, I got it," the witch concluded and moved to the kitchen.
"You know me very well," the male hybrid hummed and sat on the counter.
"Very unfortunate I am aware."
"A shot o-"
"-f whiskey. I know," Adelia completed with a smile.
"Your drinking habits are a headache," Elijah said from the living room.
"Your wife doesn't mind," the younger brother replied.
Adelia narrowed her eyes at his statement, "I do mind but you choose to ignore it."
"Where were you all these thousand years, love?" Klaus smiled.
"Goodbye, Niklaus," she rolled her eyes and pecked Elijah's cheek before leaving the brothers to their job.
Adelia stared into a glass display as the red stone glimmered brightly under the lights, a jewelry that would certainly magnify spells if properly channeled.
"My girlfriend wants that one," a voice said next to her. She looked beside her and found a teenage boy, maybe seventeen or eighteen, intrigued with the piece.
"Aren't you too young to be gifting someone a necklace that expensive?" The witch raised her eyebrow.
"I didn't know you were thinking of gifting the same to your boyfriend," the boy smirked in amusement.
"Husband actually," she answered as his smirk disappeared. "But he will definitely appreciate me wearing it."
"Then I suppose this is mine. Right vision never deserves a wrong audience, madame."
Adelia turned towards him with an impassive face and rolled her eyes before leaving for the auction room, certain eyes tailing her disappearance with a thinly-veiled grin.
After various items got auctioned off that she had no interest in, the necklace was presented soon and Adelia sat up straight for the bids to begin.
"We will start the bid from $2,000," the auctioneer informed its audience when the witch raised her hand. "We have our first bid here $2,100 and we have a second one at $2,200."
She glanced at the table beside her where the same guy was looking at her with a smirk. She immediately raised her hand.
The auctioneer quoted the new price when various others joined in. "Now the price goes to $9,000."
Not many bidders remained after the necklace crossed $15K. The guy raised his hand and looked at her. Adelia firmly ignored him and put her hand up. The auctioneer said the price when the teenager did the same. Before the auctioneer could continue the said price, the witch followed his action.
Adelia of course needed the gem for the spell, she had little interest in the necklace. She felt a gaze on her and immediately narrowed her eyes as the boy looked away and put up his hand. The new price reached her ears and she raised her hand in the air.
Soon her desperation to acquire the piece reached new heights when they were the only two bidders in the room full of anxious people. Once the new price reached $25K, she forgot all about the gem required for the spell and focused on getting her hands on it just to see the teen's smirk vanish. She was Adelia Laurentis and she always got what she wanted.
Suddenly her phone vibrated on the table and Adelia glanced at it see Nik displayed on the screen. Raising her hands again, she rejected the call with her other hand and tilted her head in exasperation when the boy followed again with his hand in the air. The phone rang again and she rejected it immediately when the auctioneer quoted the new price. She put her hand up and the phone vibrated again.
With a sigh, she began typing a reply and sent the message, her hand in the air rising once more.
The phone blinked with a new message as the sender demanded she did what he required her to do when the phone rang in her hand. Looking around hurriedly, she bent her head and received the phone.
"Nik! Now is not a good time," Adelia ushered in a breath.
"You tell Elijah to mind his business!" Klaus exclaimed from the other end.
"I am not a messenger pigeo-"
"And sold," the auctioneer rang the hammer as the witch looked up wide-eyed. "The beautiful necklace priced at $27K goes to the gentleman seated at table 28."
Adelia hung up the phone and looked sideways at the teenage boy who was smiling back at her. She blinked and took a deep breath before ignoring the gazes altogether.
"The next item we have is a century old fable book. Handwritten and very much coveted," the auctioneer said, bringing out the heavy tombed book. "The starting price is placed at $1,000."
The witch looked at it and then glanced at the boy before a smile spread across her face.
"$2000," Adelia raised her hand with a determined look for a useless purchase.
"$3000," the teenager followed with the price as he shared a look with the witch.
"It is against the rules of the auction house to bid prices directly," one of the spokespeople said.
"My father will be greatly offended if he came to know you refused to comply," the boy smirked.
"$5000," the witch raised her hand, making him smile.
"$6000," the teenager narrowed his eyes.
"$7000," Adelia smiled as her eyes spoke of mischief.
"$10000," he said with a huff.
Silence followed as the auctioneer looked between the two.
"Price set at $10000. One. Two. Three," the man said and dropped the gavel.
The teenager frowned at Adelia who glanced back at him with a mischievous smirk.
"The century-old fable book is sold to the gentleman at table 28," the auctioneer reiterated when she got up with a smile and left the room.
Elena entered the Old Lockwood cellar and shined her flashlight on the walls with the drawings. "What is all this?" She asked curiously.
"Well, as far as I can tell, it's a story. In simple, archaeological terms, it's a really, really old story," Alaric answered while pointing at the wall. "That right there, is the moon cycle," he continued and gestured at another drawing, "a man, a wolf."
The doppelganger stared at the drawings in realization, "A werewolf."
"Yeah, it's the "Lockwood Diaries: Pictionary-Style," Damon commented.
"I don't understand. I thought the Lockwoods came here with the Original Founders in the 1860s."
"I don't know. Maybe the Lockwoods did, but according to this wall, these werewolves have been here a lot longer than that," the hunter replied.
"How long?" Elena asked.
"Long. It gets better. Show her, Ric," the Salvatore said.
"Names. They're not native. They're written in Runic, a Viking script," Alaric looked at her.
"Vikings?" That got the doppelganger's attention.
"This name here, I translated it and it reads Niklaus."
"Klaus," she muttered.
"And Elijah... and Rebekah," Alaric continued with the script.
"These are the names of the Original Family?"
"Carved into a cave that's been here since way before the founding of Mystic Falls. Or even the entire New World, for that matter."
"Okay, this has gotta be one of Klaus's fakes," Elena hesitated.
"That's what I said," Damon agreed.
"That could be true, except the last name up here made us think otherwise," the history teacher started.
"What's the name?" She questioned.
"Mikael."
"Mikael... Mikael, as in, the vampire hunter who knows how to kill Klaus?" Elena looked surprised.
"Yep. I now like to call him 'Papa Original'," Damon quipped.
Adelia checked her purse while walking down the corridor and smiled to herself. Ignoring the breeze of the downpour outside, her heels clicked against the tile in a static rhythm.
"You know my father will be very disappointed when he comes to know I bought a fairy tale book for $10K," the boy came to walk beside her and removed his suit jacket before holding it over his shoulder.
"I am sure he'll be equally delighted with your girlfriend's necklace," Adelia said and continued walking.
"You could've avenged yourself in a different way. It shouldn't have had to cost me this much. This sh*t is quite expensive," the teenager started walking backward, his gaze solely on Adelia.
"It was a pleasure meeting you," she rolled her eyes and increased her pace when he gripped her wrist making her stop in her tracks.
The light streaming in the colored french doors illuminated their forms as the teenager smiled at her frown.
"Yes?" The dress fluttered at the seams as Adelia tucked a lock of hair behind her ears.
He abruptly left her hand after her gaze shifted to the pouring rain. Rubbing the back of his head in a shy gesture, he looked down at his shoes and looked up at her.
"Do you believe in stars?" The boy asked her all of a sudden as she once again looked at him.
"I believe in astronomy. Destiny is not my cup of tea," the witch informed the teen with narrowed eyes.
"I think everything in the world has a pattern like the rotation of the stars, the seasons and incidents."
"And?" Adelia waited for him to continue.
"I think you are very beautiful and we were meant to be," the boy cockily smirked.
The witch exhaled loudly and looked over his shoulder at the empty corridor. "How old are you?"
"Turning eighteen in two months," he proudly informed her.
"Your charms are better suited for girls your age," she smiled and continued her descent down the corridor.
"You haven't met me before," he tilted his head while walking backward.
"And what if I had?" She stopped and crossed her hands over her chest.
"You would've fallen in love with me. I am very persuasive," the boy smiled.
"Absolutely. I am looking forward to it," she replied with a roll of eyes. "My husband will be thrilled at the prospect."
"He is not chivalrous, is he? I mean he clearly did not accompany you, not that I mind," he smirked as he walked alongside her.
She suddenly turned towards him and stopped him with a look. His brows furrowed in confusion when she gripped his loose tie around his neck to pull it straight properly.
"You are what? Seventeen?"
"Eighteen in two mo-"
"Seventeen, thank you," Adelia said, fixing his collar. "The absence of my husband is not really your business."
He frowned at the statement and blinked at her. "So you do admit your husband is not chivalrous?"
"Flirting with married woman is not considered chivalrous as well."
A moment of silence prevailed as he suddenly appeared deep in thought. The witch took the suit jacket from his hand to fold it neatly and placed it over his arm.
"That changes the result. I did not take that factor into account," he said after a while, almost mumbling to himself. "The variables were right, the contingencies were sealed and the plan was set. I put the wrong value..."
Adelia watched him with an amused smile as his fingers twitched at his sides, doing invisible calculations in the air. She stepped back and started walking away as the boy stood still in his place, talking to himself.
"The stars must be conspiring against me," he murmured softly, failing to notice her absence.
Adelia reached the exit and opened the door to step out on the porch, the blast of rain hitting her legs. She took a few steps back gingerly and looked at her wet stilettos and kicked them off.
If walking in stilettos was difficult, then rain and squelchy stilettos were an entirely disastrous thing.
She picked them off the ground and stood up when the rain stopped around her. She frowned and looked up to see him holding an umbrella over her.
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
"We can drop you off," he said and pointed towards the car beside them where the driver was waiting for him, holding the door open. The boy shook his head and the man closed it shut.
"No, thank you," Adelia chuckled. "Mine is on its way."
"Zachary," he extended his hand.
The witch glanced at it before shaking his hand, "Adelia Laurentis."
Zachary smiled when a car rolled in front of them.
"That is my ride, thank you very much," she said and mischievously continued, "Make sure to read a tale from the $10K book to your children."
"A tale of the butterfly lady," Zachary smirked as she sat inside the car and he closed the door for her.
The witch frowned at the name when he pointed at her butterfly hairpin making her chuckle as the car rolled down the driveway slowly.
He exhaled and dropped the umbrella before looking up at the raining sky. "You really do love me, don't you?"
A man put an umbrella over him and handed him a phone, "Your father wishes to speak to you, sir."
Zachary rolled his eyes and took the phone. "Dad! Your future grandchildren's sleep will not be compromised anymore! I have a very expensive solution."
Klaus stared at Maeve sitting right across from him in his room as she blatantly ignored the sheet covered sleeping body on his bed. He cleared his throat, "You have my condolences."
Adelia narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath, "That was quite a short apology."
The Original shrugged off the accusation and with a smile, he replied, "I was very busy."
"You do not have to lie to me. If you wished to have some privacy then you should have said so," she said in a breath and looked over at the occupied bed, "You certainly prefer the company of your lady friends over myself." Turning her gaze to him, a sad gleam appeared in her eyes, "I considered us friends."
"Why?" He asked curiously. "Do you desire to be one of my lady friends as well?" The vampire tilted his face at her impassive expression.
Adelia got up and gave him a sad smile, "I will not be ashamed to be your lady friend because apparently, you provide them with more dignity than your friends." The witch took a deep breath as his smile disappeared at her words.
Klaus stood up and tried to stop her, "Maev-"
The witch stepped back, away from him, "I will send a missive before interrupting your day. Kindly accept my apologies." Giving a last look, she left the room leaving behind a dumbfounded and guilt-ridden Original.
"Two more!" Damon told the bartender happily as Stefan glanced at him.
"Alright! Tell me what's up. What's the point of the jailbreak, hmm?" The ripper asked his brother.
"I thought you could use a hug, Stefan," the elder Salvatore replied.
"Come on, Damon. You know Elena is gonna hate you for letting me out. And we both know that you care about what she thinks..." Stefan continued, being his emotionless self.
"Maybe I wanted to remind you what freedom was like before Klaus took it from you."
"As long as Klaus is alive, I do what he says."
"That's my point, Stefan. You've given up! Now you could sit around and be his little bitch, or you get mad enough and you can do something about it," Damon encouraged his little brother.
Stefan argued, "Damon, he can't be killed."
"Maybe I can help with that," a new voice behind them interrupted their conversation. "The Salvatore boys, I presume?"
"Mikael," the ripper muttered, recognizing the face he saw in Chicago in the 20s.
April 1863
New Orleans
Adelia walked towards the carriage slowly, the parasol dangling from her arms. She looked around and turned the corner when a body hit her roughly making her stumble back into the wall. The purchase for her grandmother fell off her hand and she picked it up immediately.
"Goin' somewhere in a hurry, lady," the soldier opposite her asked in a mocking smile.
"I apologise," the siphon witch averted her gaze and made to walk away when the man gripped her wrist roughly.
"We ought to retire for the night. Come join us lovely," he smirked and Adelia struggled to get the man to unhand her.
"I suggest you unhand me this instant," she demanded, looking him in the eye.
The Union soldier laughed and stepped closer to her. "Do respect us fellas. Wouldn't want a good name to be tarnished in the house."
Adelia glared at him and jabbed a finger roughly to his elbow as he reflexively left her hand. "Do not think any less of me, Sir."
Various gentlemen and ladies stopped on their way to look at the commotion. Two soldiers came running down the street but before they could touch her, they were held up against the wall by Elijah.
"Well well, the Beauchêne in you speaks quite beautifully, little witch," Klaus stopped next to her and she stepped infront of him.
"I request you escort me to the carriage, Mr. Mikaelson," Adelia said, looking at the younger Original who smiled at her innocuous way of making him ignore the spectacle, despite their animosity.
"Now Miss Laurentis, I am aware of the new laws but you must also be aware that I am not my noble brother," Klaus smirked and moved to the first soldier.
Elijah seeing the people around them, got in between them and eyed his younger brother with a look of warning. "I am sure Miss Laurentis agrees with me when I say that the gentleman will not repeat his mistake."
"Will you not fight for dear Adelia's honour, Elijah?" Klaus smiled wolfishly at his brother as the witch averted her gaze from the elder Original.
Adelia took a step towards Klaus and held his arm gently. "There is a time and a place for everything, Klaus. You will not do anything to instigate the masses. The present situation is troubling. Do not make it more obvious."
"How forward your thoughts are, Maeve?" He leaned in closer to her and Elijah stepped towards him when the younger Original whispered into her ear. "I appreciate the effort but I listen to no one, little witch." Klaus finished and beheaded the soldier as blood splattered over their clothes.
The witch gulped, taking a deep breath as a drop of blood dribbled down her chin and splotches of the liquid soaked into her gown. She took a step back when Elijah stepped in front of her, offering her his handkerchief.
She quaintly took it and dabbed her face when the Original put a hand on her back, guiding her away from the crowd quickly.
"I apologise for his behavior," he said.
"You need not apologise for his transgressions," Adelia replied and looked at her ruined gown, "I cannot return wearing this. Father and grandmother will worry."
"I will arrange one for you," Elijah informed and she nodded hesitantly as they walked towards the compound.
"Why did Mikael start hunting Klaus?" Elena asked Rebekah.
"When Nik made his first human kill, it triggered his werewolf gene. With that, he became my father's greatest shame," the female Original explained.
"Yeah. Elijah told me this part of the story. Your mother had had an affair with one of the werewolf villagers. Klaus wasn't his son," the doppelganger nodded, getting reminded of the conversation with Elijah and Adelia some months prior.
"She tried to make it right. She put the hybrid curse on Nik to suppress his werewolf side, and then she turned her back on him. But Mikael's greatest weakness as a human was his pride. As a vampire, that was magnified. He went on a rampage and killed half the village. Then he came home and killed her," Rebekah informed her with a morose and regretful tone.
"Mikael killed your mother?" Elena whispered, stunned at the new information.
"He said she broke his heart so he would break hers. He tore it from her chest as Nik watched."
"Always and forever... even though he locked you in a coffin for ninety years?" The brunette hesitated as the Original reminiscenced the moment where Niklaus, Elijah and herself made the lifelong vow.
"We're vampires. Our emotions are heightened. I'm stubborn, Elijah moral, and Nik... Nik has no tolerance for those who disappoint him," Rebekah said. "Over a thousand years as a family we've all made that mistake at least once. I've made it several times."
"But you still love him?"
"He's my brother. And I'm immortal. Should I spend an eternity alone instead?" The Original finished and the doppelganger did not budge. "You've heard the story, it's time to go. I said leave, Elena! I don't know what you're up to, but I'm no longer playing along."
Elena's demeanor changed as she spoke, "I'm just looking for one good reason why we shouldn't wake Mikael."
"And I've given you a thousand! But you will anyway. I know you want him to help you kill my brother, I'm not stupid."
"It's no secret that I want Klaus dead. He has a hold over Stefan's life, and over mine," Elena told stubbornly.
"Do what you need. Wake Mikael at your own peril. But make no mistake, if you come after my brother, I will rip you apart," Rebekah hissed, "and I get my temper from my father. Now leave!"
The brunette complied swiftly and walked away.
Klaus entered the room to see Adelia in a fresh gown, clearly his brother's doing. "Oh little witch, we have to talk."
Adelia turned her head away from him, glaring at the wall. "I do not wish to speak with you."
"The walls do not speak as well as me," he came to stand beside her and copied her action, staring at the structure. "I apologise for what I said earlier," the Original said after taking a deep breath, "I never meant to hurt you."
She glared at him, "You did mean to hurt me."
Klaus smiled and wound his arm around her shoulder. "What's the punishment you have devised for me?"
The witch instantly stubbed his nose upwards, making him wince, "Kindness is hard to offer when all you do is insult me."
The vampire rolled his eyes, "The day you die, I will be the first one to dance around your grave."
"And this is the reason you do not have friends," Adelia hummed. "But no worries, at least make sure there is no audience. They'll probably go blind if they witness your horrible waltz."
"That indicates you will never leave my sight," he pointed out humorously.
"Change your blasted attitude and then I might consider," she pouted.
"I have a General to placate," Klaus said as the woman nodded. "I will escort you home," he informed her before leaving the room.
Elijah stared outside the window as he waited for his wife to return home. His phone rang loudly making him sigh, "Hello."
Rebekah's shrill voice reached his ears, "Did you know?!"
"Know what, if I may ask?" He enquired with a frown.
"Did you know Nik killed our mother?" Her words grew irrationally soft.
Elijah stood up, "What?"
"It was not father, Elijah! It was Klaus," she explained, her sobs breaking his heart. "He killed our mother and put the blame on Mikael."
"I request you calm down," he said, glancing at the closed door with relief.
"Why are you not saying anything?" Her sobs stopped as she grew confused over his lack of action and then the realisation hit her. "Oh you knew."
"Listen to me," the brother tried placating his little sister.
"Does Kol know? Finn?" Rebekah questioned. "Am I the only one who was kept in the dark about our mother's killer?"
The door suddenly opened and Adelia walked inside the room.
Elijah glanced at his wife as she entered the walk-in cabinet to look for a change of clothes. "You are taking it in the wrong way, sister."
"How should I take this, Elijah?" The female Original cried and the witch peeked out, a frown on her face. "You knew about this and did not find it right to inform me."
The elder brother walked towards his wife. "Why don't I come there and explain everything?"
"No! Stay there with the bastard. You have made your stance quite clear, Elijah," she said in a furious tone.
"Rebe-" The male Original started but a beep soon reached his ears, signaling its end.
Adelia raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
"She knows about mother's killer," Elijah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, we know about Mikae-" the witch did not finish and looked up at him, wide-eyed, "it's not him."
"I need to talk to Niklaus," he told her when his phone beeped with a message.
From: Damon Salvatore
Papa Original is here.
Elijah closed his eyes, agitation filling his veins. He crouched down and kissed Adelia's forehead, lips lingering for a moment. "Go to sleep. This might take a while."
Klaus tossed the ball towards the wall as it bounced back into his waiting hand. His gaze drifted to Asher watching the to-and-fro play with unamused eyes. "You are very boring for a furry hyperactive creature."
"Father is in Mystic Falls," Elijah approached the hybrid with an impassive face.
Klaus turned to him with a worried expression, "Wonderful. My hybrids are ready and we have a compelled insider."
Elijah looked at him intently, "You forgot Rebekah."
"What about her?" Klaus frowned.
"Shall we talk about mother?" The elder brother fixed his jacket before leaning against the shelf.
"Mother is very much dead and what you saw was an illusion, Elijah."
"I was referring to her murderer," he continued.
Klaus rolled his eyes as he sat with the dog in his lap, his fingers slowly running over the soft fur. "Oh yes, father is in the town. What's new?"
Elijah's gaze went towards Asher and he held his fingers out. The dog perked up and left the room to look for his mistress before the Original closed the door.
The hybrid huffed seeing Elijah's discreet way of protecting his wife's beloved pet-he wouldn't have hurt the dog anyway.
"I know you were the one who killed her. Rebekah does as well," Elijah worded carefully.
Klaus blinked as a smile overtook his face, "From where did you hear such atrocity?"
The other Original clenched his jaw. "From father himself. Do not make me out for a fool."
"He's turning you against me! It's a lie," the younger brother turned his back to Elijah.
"Our father revels in the blood he sheds. He wouldn't lie, not about this and people are using the same knowledge as a weapon to alienate our sister from us," the elder vampire explained. "I do not know how she came to this information but it's time for you to admit the truth."
"She abandoned me," he admitted in a soft voice after a minute of silence. "The woman who should've protected me left me at the mercy of our father. She inflicted this curse on me, hid the truth because she was too scared of admitting her own infidelity." He turned to look at his half-brother, "All those years she was not protecting me but protecting herself."
"So you sought justice in her murder," concluded Elijah.
Klaus narrowed his eyes, "Do not tell me you wouldn't have done the same."
"Maybe I wouldn't have. I will go talk to Rebekah and then you can explain everything to her. I do not want her in line to murder you," the elder brother went to walk away but turned around to meet his brother's eyes. "You forget that if she condemned you, then she very much condemned us to this life as well. You were not the only one she wronged, Niklaus. Playing the victim to justify your crimes is getting old."
"I have never justified any of my actions because apparently whatever I do is always considered folly!" The hybrid raised his voice. "Therefore I do not care."
"None of us have ever stopped you from getting what you desire."
Klaus met Elijah's hazel eyes with an abrupt quietness, "I can think of so many things that I wish were mine."
The noble brother stared at the hybrid in silence before he fixed his cufflinks. "Good night, I hope you have a peaceful sleep."
"I wish for that too! Mind lending me the remedy for that bout of sleep," the younger brother said after his brother.
"The truth will do," Elijah answered as he exited the room.
"He admires your companionship a lot more than he lets on," Elijah told Adelia after he watched his brother leave the compound.
"It's Klaus we are talking about. I wouldn't expect a loud declaration," she replied and started putting on her balmorals.
Seeing her discomfort in putting them on while sitting on the high bed, he crouched down and touched her bare foot, earning himself a squeak.
The young witch pulled back her dangling feet and gulped audibly.
Elijah met her eyes and took her foot in his hands slowly before putting her boot on for her. He repeated it with the other one before lacing it up. He stood up and she jumped down the bed immediately.
"Men do not lace a woman's boots," Adelia softly conveyed. "It is inappropriate."
"I remember reading it in a book lent by a lady who more-or-less deemed me a savage," he smiled and she looked up at him instantly.
"I did not mean to insinuate such a thing," she reasoned, her annoyance drowning out their proximity.
"But you did, Miss Laurentis," the Original looked her in the eye. "You cannot accuse me of not being a gentleman."
"Maybe you are," the witch tilted her head, "maybe you are not. But you putting such a heinous accusation on a lady proves you incorrect, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Do you not consider me a gentleman?" Elijah asked in amusement, his eyes trailing over her annoyed features in fascination.
"I will not ponder over the allegation, it is beneath me," Adelia said adamantly. "How atrociou-"
The Original did not let her complete her words as he connected their lips abruptly, silencing her gasp.
He pulled her back and sped them towards the vanity, her back hitting the corner as their lips remained joined. He suckled them between his when after a little coercing, she responded to his ministrations by kissing back, overcoming the shock.
Adelia's fingers caressed his jaw and clutched his collar when he groaned before kissing her harder, her head hitting the wood with a thud.
Elijah tangled his fingers in her hair, unknotting it from its updo while he nibbled her lips. His fingers glided down her form before resting on her waist, squeezing it roughly. When the witch gasped out for breath, tugging at his hair as she stood on her toes to equal their height.
They parted and looked at each other before he tilted her head, swooping in again to capture her lips. He pulled her hands off him, locking them at her lower back with one hand and tugged her forward, his tongue lashing at her with every breath.
Adelia moaned into his mouth as his fingers danced across her neck with fervour when he released her hands from her back.
He gripped her hips again and sat her on the vanity, stepping in between her legs while his thumb traced her swollen lips gently. She clutched his face, lost in the myriad of sensations before softly trailing kisses along his neck making his eyes close in pleasure.
Elijah's hand held her leg to wound around his hip, his fingers touching her skin underneath the gown as the sudden roughness of his hand made her break away from him, her stunned eyes meeting his.
The Original left his grip on her leg to clutch the mirror above her head, cracks appearing instantly as he willed himself to calm down. His heavy breath echoed in Adelia's ears as she pushed herself back into the reflective surface to create a little distance.
He stepped back and the witch climbed down the furniture immediately. They stood awkwardly as their breaths evened out.
Without looking in his direction, Adelia hurried out of the room.
Elijah stood there with a smile on his face as her taste still lingered over his lips. He took his ruffled appearance in the mirror and made himself presentable when the determined gleam in his eyes made itself visible again.
Introducing
Andrew Garfield as Zachary Wilson
"Well... butterfly lady, my stars always favour me and there's this thing about you not believing them and I am quite the hardcore believer and then you see your name has two A's and mine has two as we-"
"-Zachary, stop talking."