The time was nearing to Elijah's return, their plan had been successful and the King of New Orleans had agreed to return his body.
Elena spent the night in a never ending haze of alcohol, blood and music.
All of the smaller pleasures she found from being withdrawn from her humanity was nothing compared to the euphoric feeling of sinking into her vampiric nature and allowing herself to be free from torment. Even though she was dead, she'd never felt more alive and she was certain New Orleans had the biggest part to play in that.
"Elena!" Klaus growled across the entire plantation, causing the picture frames on the walls to shake as he started on his forceful descent down the staircase.
Her head shot up from the sofa and she groaned, the light piercing her overly sensitive eyes and her head was throbbing. She peered her head over the back of the sofa and she saw Klaus approaching, "urgh, go away," she dropped her head back onto the cushion in protest, willing him away with the false security of the darkness that came from hiding her face.
"Would you care to explain to me why there is a dead body outside your bedroom?" It sounded like he was trying to be calm but his entire demeanour screamed rage. He watched as she refused to move and his patience was tested, "Elena!" He yelled.
"I didn't feel like carrying her downstairs," she spoke, muffled by the cushion pressed against her face. She groaned in protest once again before lifting her head up to look at her surroundings.
There was several dead bodies sprawled about the living room, necks tore open, seeping crimson red from the wound and soaking into the carpet, and they had been drained dry, there was empty bottles of alcohol littered everywhere and the room was in complete disarray, "oh."
"Oh?!" He reiterated in complete shock, "on any other day, this wouldn't be a problem, Elena, but we are in the process of returning Elijah back to his home and I'm sure he wouldn't like to return to this."
"Far too early for a lecture," she shook her head lightly, before attempting to turn around onto her back and feeling a weight pressing against her, "what the- oh."
There was a girl opposite, naked and entangled in Elena's legs and she looked at her, a devious smirk spread on her lips as the memories returned, "oh wait, I think this one..." Elena nudged at her several times until there was a slight movement, "yep, still alive."
She looked down on the floor, there was another body lying beside the couch and he was still alive, he was far too hot to kill, "he was delicious," she said, as she kicked the girl of her leg and she tumbled onto the floor beside him.
Elena sped onto her feet, hand pressed to her forehead as she finally turned her attention onto Klaus. He was angry but his face had changed, more softer and he had a small smirk desperately trying to cling to his lips, "I, erm-"
"What?" She furrowed her brow for a moment, before running her fingers through the ends of her hair and pulling out the dried and blood soaked knots.
"Is that my shirt?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and dipping his head to hide the amused smile and ever prominent dimples.
She looked down, revealing the unbuttoned black dress shirt and the black lace bra beneath it. She had only a small pair of shorts on that hugged tightly at her butt and she shrugged her shoulders, "oh yeah, my dress got covered in blood and scotch, so I grabbed this from the hamper," she walked around the sofa, taking up a space in front of him but leaving a short enough distance, "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, it quite suits you," he narrowed his eyes slightly, his amusement unending as she attempted to seize control with sexual manipulation. A game he hadn't fell for before and wasn't about to start now.
But oh my god, did she look good.
... He was sure to make a mental note to bury her like that once he killed her.
"You flatter me."
"You still need to clean this up, especially before Hayley wakes up or Elijah returns," he watched her, edging closer and closer towards him and his patience was depleting, "or I'll kill you myself."
"Rebekah is around here somewhere, she'll do it," Elena said, as she took another step closer to him, dangerously close, in fact, "you won't kill me, but I'm sure we'll have fun whilst you try."
His smirk all but faded and he grabbed her neck in an instant, a small gasp escaped from her lips as he sped her onto the cabinet, smashing the liquor bottle and crystal glasses in the process and squeezing tighter at her airway, "I grow tired of these games, love," He growled, but she still didn't show any emotion, only amusement, "don't forget who you're dealing with, Elena, I don't much care for your manipulation tactics, or your whatever you seem to think your going to accomplish by attempting them but it will not contin-"
A small growl emitted from her lips as she grabbed at his arm and pressed her foot to his stomach, in the blur of vampire speed, she kicked him over her and his back landed on the coffee table, the legs gave way and he hit the floor with a crash. Within seconds, she was straddling his waist and clutching at his neck, her shirt fluttered open and her hair was dangling beside her, "Enough," her eyes darkened and the black veins crept down her cheek, "if you throw me into a wall or piece of furniture again, I'm going to claw out your eyes."
A second was all it took for him to snake his arm around her waist and spin her beneath him, his body crushing against hers as his hand angrily found itself strangling her neck again, "I don't take too kindly to threats, sweetheart, my patience is wearing thin."
She stretched her hand out to the splintered leg that snapped from the coffee table and grabbed it, lightening fast, as she attempted to plunge it into his heart. But he caught it, obviously, snatching it from her and tossing it the other side of the room.
Damn Original strength and speed. It was infuriating.
"God, you make me so-" in the midst of her red haze and unwillingness to be seen as weak, something happened, something that couldn't possibly and she wouldn't allow it. She couldn't! She drew in a sharp breath, realising what she was about to say and fee-, no, god no, the grip she had of his arm dropped and she suppressed it. She suppressed it hard and pushed it all back.
"'So', what, Elena?" He watched her carefully, the way her face changed so quickly, the way she looked at him with a glint in her eye he hadn't seen before and he thought, for just a fraction of a moment, that it had worked, bringing her anger out but...
"Nothing," her demeanour went as cold as ice and the switch remained unflipped. It happened in a blink, the emotion forced away and suppressed and it was in that moment, that he knew, whatever she was trying to hide from was bigger than he initially thought.
He couldn't bring her back yet, the family couldn't. If they did, she would be lost to her uncontrolled vampire nature and the deep dejection she was in before she switched it off. It had to be a slow process, perhaps a kinder one and he had a plan. A plan for the entire family to save her.
She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and around the nape of his neck, committing the only act she had left in her arsenal of tricks to regain some remnant of control. She reeled him in and hovered her lips near his cheek, "if you don't move now, I may not let you at all."
Her whispered words and warm breath danced across his skin like the first rays of the morning sun, unfiltered and raw, and it caused him to suck in a quick breath. He growled, speeding back onto his feet and she reciprocated.
"Coffee?" She said with a grin, spinning on her heel and sauntering into the kitchen.
She grinned amusingly when she saw Rebekah passed out on the tiled floor and she went straight to the coffee machine. Klaus had followed her in, standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame, eyes stuck on the doppelgänger.
She took a deep breath, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring him a coffee out. She took it over to him and extended it towards him, "truce?"
"For now," he smirked, taking the mug from her and they tapped them together in a toasting fashion, "now then, shall we wake Rebekah up and bring Elijah home?"
"Sounds good."
A few hours later, after the vampires in the house all pitched in to clear the mess Elena had left and she showered, washing away the blood, sex and alcohol that stained most of her body, they woke up Hayley and started discussing the events of the day.
She walked into the sitting room, coffee in hand and saw Hayley sitting on the couch, flipping through a book and talking with Agnes, one of the very few witch Elders left in the city. Elena didn't trust her, she was starting to understand just how this city worked and everyone had agendas of their own, Agnes was no different.
"I told you, Agnes, I feel great," Hayley reassured, far too chipper for someone who was a few months pregnant and exhibiting the common symptoms that came from her condition.
"You are overdue for a checkup," Agnes continued to push her, she was kind and gentle in her tone of voice but Elena still didn't trust her.
"What am I gonna do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch? Nothing to see here!" Hayley said sarcastically, and Elena smirked from amusement.
"A lot of women would kill to have a child. It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours," Rebekah said with a twinge of jealously buried in her tone of voice.
Elena knew Rebekah more than she initially thought and the one fact she was sure off, was her desire to have a family. They spent months together looking for the cure until they eventually teamed up and went to Willoughby together to locate Katherine and the cure.
"I know a doctor out in the Bayou, off the beaten path. Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it," Agnes suggested, still pushing at Hayley, even though Elena was sure she didn't have the best interests of the fetus at heart.
"Okay, fine. Bayou-baby-doctor it is," she rolled her eyes and reluctantly agreed.
"Just be careful, okay?" Elena said, still as emotionless as ever but she was still met with shocked looks from both her and Rebekah.
"You're not worried, are you?" Hayley said with a smile, amused but still warmed by the doppelgängers words.
"No," she squinted her eyes and shook her head slightly, "but if anything happens to you then Klaus will kill us all. And I happen to enjoy living."
"That I will," Klaus spoke as he walked into the room, looking curiously between the two girls. His doppelganger and the mother of his child, a bond he should probably be fearful off, "if you two continue to get along than I fear we will all have to face the repercussions of having two wickedly strong women together."
"Shut up," they both barked simultaneously, arms folded and radiating their power in their stances. They glanced at each other, eyebrow raised and sharing in a look of mutual respect.
"We're all doomed," Klaus responded sardonically, an amused smile spread across his lips.
Agnes and Hayley left the room and Klaus walked over to the sofa Rebekah was sitting on, watching and laughing as she typed away at the laptop and stared with a deep concentration at the map on the screen, "Please, sister, tell me you're not still at it with the internet search. How does one begin, anyway? Just type in "anonymous attic?"
Klaus poured himself and Elena a scotch and he handed it over to her, he met her gaze once again and she didn't break the contact, wondering once again, why he was behaving so differently. She would figure it out in the end, it would just take time.
"Someone has to find Elijah, even if I have to search every bloody attic in New Orleans," Rebekah's patience was clearly dwindling with Klaus antagonising her and the internet search yielding no results.
"Hm, give it here," Elena sat on the sofa beside her and placed her glass on the dark oak coffee table. She pulled the laptop away from the Original sister and put it on her lap.
"What are you doing?" Rebekah asked curiously, watching as she started typing.
"Well, it's not that hard if you really think about it," she zoomed in on the location of the Abbatoir on the map and perused around the area local to it, "Marcel is bound to keep Davina close, right? He's not just gonna dump her somewhere in the middle of nowhere, so if we cross reference the vacant buildings in the area and search for their previous sale listings, then we might be able to find where he has put her."
Elena opened a new tab, searching for the commercial listings in the area from eight months ago and scrolled through the list, "there's only five commercial buildings that became vacant or shut down within the last year."
"How do you know she wouldn't just be in an apartment building?" Rebekah queried.
"Like Marcel would trust her life with a humans ability to stay alive and considering she's a powerful witch, she could probably spell herself behind a barrier anyway,"
"How do you know how to do all this?" Klaus asked, shooting a look of confusion towards Rebekah before watching his doppelgänger work her magic once again, "how can you possibly know this is what Marcel would do?"
"I wasn't born like, a million years ago when the closest thing you had to a computer was a stone tablet," she retorted callously, bringing amusement to the others, " and it's what I would do."
"Impressive," Rebekah said.
"Only three of those buildings are permanently closed, I doubt he would put her in a place that was up for sale, so I'm assuming Elijah and Davina are in one of those buildings," she pointed towards the screen, tapping her finger against the screen where the images were placed.
She pulled out her phone, opening Rebekah's messages and typing in the addresses of each of them buildings, including St. Ann's church, and sent it over to her, "there, happy now?"
"I think I just fell in love with you," Rebekah said excitedly as she opened the message and stood to her feet.
Elena looked at her with slightly parted lips and Klaus saw it, that very fleeting moment of confusion and what appeared to be warmth but it was shut down instantly, "Ew, Bekah, I'd rather you kill me again."
"Don't tempt me," she narrowed her eyes, grinning playfully as she closed the laptop over and put it on the coffee table. She grabbed her glass and stood in the doorway once again.
"Marcel's delay in returning our brother makes me suspect he's no longer in charge of the situation. If Davina's loyalty to Marcel is strained, perhaps the young witch will be open to discussing a new alliance," Klaus started on his daily meeting of war tactics.
"As usual, your power grabs are more important than rescuing your brother," Rebekah was bitter, annoyed even, in Klaus' ever apparent detachment to the safety of his family. If he had been as committed as he said he was at the start, then he would be returned by now.
"I prefer to think of it as killing two birds with one stone. Rob Marcel of his secret weapon, bring our brother home."
Rebekah had a tight-lipped and unimpressed smile spread on her lips as Klaus took a sip of his scotch and Elena just rolled her eyes at the pair. Sibling rivalry between Originals always had catastrophic consequences, she was interested to see how it would unfold.
Her gaze shifted to Klaus, sat in the armchair in the corner and looking lost in thought. She leaned against the doorframe, sipping at her scotch and allowing her mind to wander, trying to figure out what game he was playing and why. He was starting to resemble the old Klaus that lived in Mystic Falls and sought nothing but power and destruction.
She much preferred him that way.
The Bayou Clinic - Hayley.
It was dark and eerily creepy as Agnes drove Hayley into the depths of the Bayou. Hayley was concerned, not just for her own safety but that of her unborn child too.
A few months ago, her biggest concern was learning of any remaining family she had left alive and that was the whole reason she came to New Orleans in the first place, to learn about the wolves that resided in it but instead, she was met by a group of witches who intended to use her to manipulate the Originals. She was just a tool, not just to the witches but to the family too, Klaus saw her as a human incubator, carrying the heir to his throne and Rebekah barely tolerated her for Elijah's sake.
She missed Elijah, he was the kindest of the Originals and she believed him when he said he wanted to keep her safe. But much like the disappointment of a stormy day, he let her down too.
"This is the doctor's office?" She said in disbelief as Agnes pulled up outside the obstetrician's office.
It looked like a rundown shack, she didn't really know what to expect but it wasn't this. They were so far from the beaten path and it didn't seem like the safest place or building to be in.
"Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients," she spoke in a soft and reassuring voice, "Go! She won't bite!"
Nervously, Hayley nodded her head and exited the car, she walked towards the clinic slowly and kept an attentive eye on her surroundings. She walked inside, taking it all in before closing the door behind her.
Once Hayley was out of ear shot and the door was closed, Agnes retrieved her phone from the glove compartment and dialled in a number. Frowning ever so slightly, she pressed the speaker to her ear and spoke, "Send them in now and tell them to do it quickly."
Dauphine Street Musical Festival.
The streets were lively, loud and filled with a rambunctious energy that Elena was finding particularly alluring.
A lot was happening in the background, Hayley had gone to the clinic, Rebekah was on the search for Elijah and Klaus was about to start in his search for Davina and Tim.
As for Elena, she was on lookout, keeping a watchful eye on the vampires and Marcel as the others continued to fulfil the plan. She was to ensure they didn't wander towards Klaus or Rebekah whilst they continued in their parts of the plan and to make them aware if they did catch an inkling. Once she saw the King entering Rousseau's with Cami and a young brunette girl, she pulled out her phone and sent Klaus the message on her whereabouts.
She was momentarily distracted by a marching band descending down the street, playing saxophones, trumpets, snare drums and violins and she was quite enjoying it. The people flocked to the streets to watch and everyone was in high spirits.
She caught a glimpse of Marcel leaving Rousseau's and she took a quick breath before appearing beside him, linking her arm in his and holding onto his forearm, "You've outdone yourself, Marcel."
"I only had a small part to play, the rest was the city," he said with a smile, his eyes fixating on her, "I'm glad you came."
"You're kidding, right? I wouldn't miss this," her chipper attitude was causing her physical internal pain, "you remember I told you about the dull town I came from?" He nodded his head, "they would never dream of doing something like this, there's not enough etiquette and social standing for them to entertain such a parade."
"To come from a place so dull and yet remain as lively as you are, that must be a sign of your resilience," he commented, quite nicely and she turned to glance at him with a falsified look of understanding and warmth.
"Well, you are looking at a descendent of one of the founding families of Mystic Falls and a previous Miss. Mystic pageant entrant," she took a hold of the end of her flared dress and popped into a playful curtsy, "I'm all about the liveliness and sophistication."
"Well, Damn, Miss. Elena, I had no idea I was in the company of someone so prestigious," he made her laugh, not an empty or wicked laugh, a genuine and innocent laugh and he reached her sense of humour.
"You would do well to remember it," she said proudly before linking his arm once again and continuing on their stroll.
They walked and talked for close to an hour, she had revealed some tidbits from her time spent as a human but left out a lot of memories from her time spent as a vampire. He seemed to prefer the innocence of human Elena and the image he was building of her now in his mind but he was clueless as to her true nature, still unaware that her humanity was off and she had no feeling towards anything, let alone him.
He revealed stories of his time spent with the Mikaelson's when he was growing up and his time served in the war, she was impressed by his past and she was starting to realise that beneath the King facade, all he wanted was a family and a sense of purpose outside of his upbringing.
"So, you really stabbed yourself in the stomach so you could dagger Elijah?" Marcel laughed, shaking his head in disbelief but couldn't help but admire her bravery and courage.
"Yeah," she said proudly and somewhat excitedly, "one of my proudest moments, he was so annoying."
"You're not wrong," he agreed, giving a firm nod of his head. He turned his line of sight onto her once again, his demeanour changing and he became curious, "you know, you never did tell me how you know the Mikaelson's, I only surmised that they came into your life during your human years."
Thankfully, like a miracle, they were brought to a sudden stop by a priest approaching Marcel and he seemed less than happy to be in the presence of the King.
"Marcel," the priest spoke, a hint of anger and malice in his tone of voice. He looked at Elena and she simply narrowed her eyes, unappreciative of his tone.
"Father Kieran! Welcome back. I wasn't sure when you'd be coming home," Marcel responded, a business-like smile on his face and facade thrown up around him.
"We need to talk," Kieran said, his line of sight shifting to Elena and he gave her a glare, "in private."
A small growl rumbled in her throat and she went to leap, taking a forceful step forward but Marcel still had a hold of her arm and he wrapped his hand around her stomach to keep her in place, "don't worry, Kieran's an old friend, he's clearly in a mood or he wouldn't be so rude towards one of my dear friends," he glared disapprovingly at the priest.
"Hm," she smirked wickedly, her eyes staring daggers into his, "are good manners really so hard to come across these days? I've killed for far less."
"You go ahead, Elena, enjoy the festival, I'll catch up soon," He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her cheek and she gave him a nod before vanishing from the area.
She went far enough so he wouldn't suspect she was still in the area but close enough to still listen in on their conversation. She stood between two buildings, covered in darkness and she tucked her hair behind her ear, focusing her listening.
"I take it you know the Originals have returned? The sister, Rebekah? I saw her earlier, snooping around the church, asking about the attic. She doesn't know I take vervain. You gotta problem on your hands," Kieran said in a low voice, attempting to assert dominance over Marcel.
"No disrespect for the grieving process, for you and your church, but just so I know-- are you here to help, or are you just going to drop in with criticism?"
Father Kieran laughed, cold as ice, and leaned in to whisper to Marcel, "Never forget, Marcel, that you live in this city by the grace of those who know your secret and tolerate you."
"And this city thrives because of me and my people. Anytime that you need a reminder of that, just let me know," he threatened in return, handling the politics quite well.
Taking herself away from the area, bored of the dynamics between the humans and vampires of New Orleans, she returned to Royal St, standing on the corner and approaching St. Ann's church.
Elena suddenly heard a loud and piercing scream emerging from within the church and the windows shattered into a million pieces, hurling like flecks of ice in the middle of a wintery storm. A loud gasp burst from her lips as she dipped her head away and held her hand up in front of her face, in attempt to shield herself from the glass shards that raced her way.
She sped inside the church, seeing Davina unconscious at the other side of the room and Klaus on the floor beside her. She whooshed to his side and knelt down, hand wrapped around his arm and their gazes instantly locked, "What happened?"
"Witch tantrum," he looked at her hand, gripping tightly and reassuringly around his arm and she pulled him up. Even when he looked at her, her eyes and demeanour as cold as ice, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth coming from her. It was odd.
"So, I assume this is Davina and you're going to spoil my fun by declaring she's off limits?" She smiled maliciously as she slipped her hand into her coat pocket.
"Unfortunately, yes," he said with an appreciative smirk of her continued wickedness.
"And what about this one?" She turned to look at Tim and he was unconscious on the floor.
"A means to an end."
In the flash of a second, he snaked his arm around her waist, grabbed Tim and sped them onto the balcony above the sanctuary.
Elena leaned over the wooden balcony railings and they waited for Davina to wake up. Klaus' phone began to vibrate and he quickly answered it, "what is it, Rebekah?"
"It's Hayley, she's missing," she said, voice filled with solemn and she was clearly panicked. Elena and Klaus shared in a quick look as she continued to listen in.
"What do you mean, 'She's missing'?" Klaus spoke angrily.
"What do you think I mean? There's blood and bodies everywhere, someone's ripped this lot to shreds, and there's no smart-aleck pregnant girl," Rebekah responded, patience thinning.
"Keep looking. We're on our way," he hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
He grabbed a hold of Tim, pulling him onto his feet and stood him near the edge of the balcony.
"Please, don't hurt me," Tim begged, pleading with his eyes for mercy and coming up short.
"It wasn't my intent to. But, sadly, we've run out of time to play nice."
He threw Tim over the balcony, watching as his body crashed onto the floor below before spotting his violin and repeating the same process. He turned to Elena, the worry and concern for the mother of his child clearly etched into his facial features and he spoke, "Go to Rebekah, I'll catch up."
Elena nodded her head and vanished from the church.
Bayou clinic.
Elena made her way through the endless swamp that was the bayou, Rebekah had sent her location through and vampire hearing got her the rest of the way.
She assumed it would be easy to become lost in these woods, there was a lot of twists and turns, hidden paths and depths to it that could easily be misleading. She had sped past the lake and the moon shined across it, glistening like a thousand fairies dancing across the waters edge and it was nice to look at. But she knew there were secrets, deep in the forest itself, that would soon come to light.
Rebekah and Elena were walking around the doctors office, searching for any clues that could lead to Hayley's whereabouts but coming up short. There was nothing but the unconscious doctor and used syringe on the floor. Elena had told her that there was no sign of her when she came through the Bayou and her search revealed no clues.
Klaus suddenly appeared in the office and Rebekah looked at him with a shocked expression, "Wow! You abandoned your quest for power to help out your family! Having an off day?"
"Who took her, Rebekah?" He spoke calmly but still gave her a look of disapproval.
"I don't know," she shifted her gaze onto the floor momentarily, riddled by guilt for failing in her plight to protect Hayley.
"What do you mean, you don't know? And who killed her attackers?" His voice was becoming louder, the more impatient he got.
"I don't know! I had an arrow in my heart. If it wasn't Hayley who killed them, then–
She was abruptly cut off by the sound of wolves howling in the distance. Klaus looked at her and then onto Elena with raised eyebrows and a look of concern.
"Lovely. Maybe her cousins will know where she is," Rebekah exasperated before heading out of the clinic.
Elena and Klaus followed her outside, speechless.
When they exited the building, they saw Hayley, weak, exhausted and stumbling toward them. Her clothes were tattered and dirty and she looked like she was in a daze, completely worn out and defeated.
"Oh my god, Hayley," Elena said as she sped towards the wolf, wrapping her arm around her back to help her stand. She couldn't have her falling over and hurting herself or her baby, Elijah and Klaus wouldn't be best pleased and the rage would probably be taken out on the one vampire in the group that could be killed.
Klaus was beside her in a flash and relieved to see her safe, "Hayley! What happened? Tell me what happened."
"I can't remember," she responded groggily, her eyes were vacant, body weak and her thoughts to troubled her.
"You've completely healed. There's not a scratch on you," he said, after examining her anxiously for any wounds.
"One of the perks of being a werewolf, remember?"
"No," he shook his head, unconvinced, "not that fast."
"Leave her alone, Klaus!" Elena snarked as she held Hayley up and caught his gaze, he looked at her with a different kind of stare and she didn't care to figure out what it meant.
Helping Hayley over to the steps leading up to the clinic, Rebekah had instinctively came to the wolfs side and wrapped an arm around her.
"It's the baby. The vampire blood -Klaus' vampire blood- in your system. It can heal any wound."
Klaus turned to look at her, staring at her incredulously at the thought of his child healing her from the womb.
"How did you escape? You were outnumbered, unarmed? Those men were ripped to shreds!" Rebekah asked.
"I think it was the wolf. I think it's trying to protect me," Hayley said quietly, as if there was listening ears and for fear she would be endangering the wolves that sought to protect her.
Klaus, in a fit of rage, pointed towards Hayley "the witches were supposed to protect you! When I get my hands on Sophie Deveraux-"
"It wasn't Sophie. It was Agnes." Hayley clarified.
"Fine! Agnes, Sophie, it's all the same to me! I'll slaughter the lot of them!" His outburst was expected.
"I can get onboard with that," Elena said with a tilt of her head and the doppelgänger and the hybrid locked gazes once again, sharing in a wickedly sinister smirk and mutual understanding.
"Not if Elijah gets there first," Rebekah interjected and all eyes turned to her.
"Elijah?" Hayley quickly turned to face her with a look of excited relief, "Did you find him?"
Elena quickly looked to Klaus, his lips were pursed together and his back slumped slightly. She didn't understand -didn't much care too- why he was so bothered by his brother's return. They had spent months searching for him and now that the moment was here, he seemed disappointed.
"He's been in touch, and he has a plan. All he asks is that we take care of you."
Elena couldn't believe it, the time was upon them for Elijah's return and she was in disbelief. All this time spent in New Orleans with the Original Family, plotting, scheming and the endless games with Klaus and it was almost time for her to leave. She was excited, to say the least.
Hayley smiled softly, her heart warming as she thought more about Elijah and his return. But she was weak, ready to faint and needed rest, "Hey, so... can we go home now? I'd really like to sleep for a few days..."
She stood up, probably too quickly because as she went to walk, her knees buckled and she stumbled into a near fall. Klaus zoomed over to her and caught her before she could hit the floor. He scooped her up into his arms and cradled her safely, "I've got you, love, I've got you."
St. Ann's Church.
Davina felt defeated, stuck in the battle between vampires and witches and hunted by her own kind. She nearly lost Tim tonight, the one she loved and had known since she was ten years old. They never even got to say goodbye when she had to leave school and she thought tonight would be the one chance she had to rekindle their friendship. But he nearly died and it was dangerous to be around her.
She smoothed her fingers along the broken violin in her bedroom, her heart heavy from the events of the night and she sadly turned to the bedroom window. Hanging delicately from the frame was a set of wind chimes and she used her magic to make them play the song Tim had played for her earlier.
A floorboard suddenly creaked behind her and startled, she gasps and spins around to the face the sound. She walks slowly towards Elijah's coffin when her attention is suddenly broken the sound of his voice behind her.
She turns to see the Original vampire, looking unwell and grey from not feeding for so long and her lips parted from surprise.
"It's alright, Davina. I don't mean you any harm, though I do think it's time we had a talk."
A/N: Time for Elijah's return! How do you think his first meeting with Elena is going to go? Let me know in the reviews, opinions are always welcome!
Happy reading!