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Chapter One Hundred & Twenty-One
It was nearly morning by the time Lucien finally decided to let us in. We gave him a very distinct description of Hayley in both her human and her wolf form, and he was now calling his contacts.
He walked back into the living room, pressing a cloth to the bite on his arm while he spoke to us with obvious annoyance.
"My contacts will get back to me if they have any information about a wolf matching your description," he said, throwing the cloth onto a coffee table and sitting down on one of the couches. He poured a glass of some kind of whiskey.
"You're going to need Niklaus' blood for that wound, just FYI. I'm sure he'll respond favourably once the mother of his child has been recovered."
Elijah and I both knew that my blood could easily deliver the same effect, but we weren't about to tell him that.
Elijah looked down at the woman sitting in one of the chairs, and I moved around the chair to press two fingers to her neck. I attempted at finding a pulse, which I luckily did, and I could hear her heart still beating. She would be alright, but would have a very harsh headache once she left.
"Feel free to have a drink," Lucien smirked at me. "She's not dead, just mouthy. I compelled her quiet."
"No thank you," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
"You can spare us the counterfeit comradery," Elijah said, and Lucien rolled his eyes. "So you say that you're in conflict with those in my sire line. Am I to assume that the Lord Tristan De Martel is up to his usual tricks?" he asked, running his finger along the back of the chair.
"This is no quarrel, Elijah! We are on the brink of war! Tristan knows that if he kills Klaus, he will eliminate all of his enemies."
"Wait one second," I said, putting my hand out to silence him and narrowing my eyes at him. He was from Klaus' sire line. It was likely that all of his enemies were from Elijah's. "By that logic, Elijah would be your ultimate target. Is that correct?"
"If I kill Elijah, I trade all of the money, the women, the jets, all for an eternity on the run from Nik and Rebekah," Lucien said.
"Not to mention me," I said harshly. "And you're right. It would be incredibly stupid to attempt to kill Elijah. Keep that in mind," I muttered, grinding my teeth a little.
"Leave this city," Elijah ordered, walking over to Lucien only to sit down on his coffee table and take away his glass of whiskey. "No one needs your protection. The white oak was destroyed. We cannot be killed."
"You're wrong," Lucien said grimly. "Talk to Nik. He's seen the prophecies. Visions of darkness surround your family. You are not immune to death, Elijah!"
Elijah wasn't even slightly affected, and Lucien noticed.
"And you don't seem particularly fazed."
"Well, I'm no stranger to death, young Lucien. Or third-rate prophecies, for that matter," Elijah said, standing up and preparing to leave.
"Or maybe immortality has finally soured you," Lucien said, standing up and causing the two of us to turn back to him. "After all, you've abandoned your eternal effort to save Nik's soul. What's left for the legendary Elijah Mikaelson without that singular motivation?"
Elijah narrowed his eyes at Lucien, then the corners of his lips tugged upwards as he looked over at me. I simply smiled fakely at Lucien.
"Many things, Lucien Castle. Trust me on that."
And with that being said, we both turned and walked out of his penthouse, leaving the man to take the long road to death until Klaus decided to save him.
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"Freya texted me while we were in there," I said, glancing down at my phone as we climbed out of the car. "Apparently the curse might be broken now. She doesn't say how she knows, but how much do you want to bet that Davina had something to do with it?" I sighed. "With some hidden motives, likely."
Elijah hummed in reply, then he stopped, and so did I. There was fighting in the abattoir, and as we listened slightly closer, I could hear Hayley's voice. We looked at each other with a mixture of shock and relief before we both rushed into the compound.
"My parents left me, yours turned their backs on you, look at us now, Klaus!" she said, and we entered the room to see her on the balcony of the third floor, hitting Klaus multiple times.
She was covered in blood that did not belong to a human, and I could tell from the scent that it was from a witch. In fact, it was from multiple witches.
She spoke in between the hits, continuing to scream and yell at him. She had been in the bayou for months, stuck as a wolf and only able to see her daughter for one night. She had seen her pack be slaughtered at the hand of Lucien's men. She had so much pent up anger, and now, she was taking it out on Niklaus. Rightfully so, seeing how he was the one who had created the mess in the first place.
"She deserves something better than what we had! That is all I have ever wanted for her, something better!" She kept hitting him, pushing him back and almost breaking down into tears from the frustration. "Fight back!" she shouted. "FIGHT BACK!" she screamed, slapping him across the face as one final blow.
She was slightly more calm now, and as I looked up at the balcony, I saw that Klaus was looking behind her. Hope was standing behind the two of them, stumbling her steps a little and holding onto the railing. She had started to walk only a week and a half before that, but we couldn't have told Hayley. She wouldn't have had any idea.
Hope must have been sleeping, which was the only reason I could think of as to why Freya left her alone, and was awoken by the fighting.
"She's walking," Hayley said, moving her hand up to cover her mouth in both horror and shock. "When did she start walking?"
Hayley went over to Hope slowly, and I heard her heart beating even faster than it had been when she was fighting Niklaus. She knelt down to Hope and picked her up, holding her close. Hope seemed comforted by Hayley's touch.
"I missed it," Hayley whimpered. "I missed everything."
I felt my heart begin to ache for her, but I felt happiness at the fact that she was with her daughter. And, it seemed that the curse was broken for the time being. Davina had succeeded.
Now, all that I needed to find out was why Hayley was covered in the blood of witches, and what the hell Davina had to do with it.
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Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson
Fanfiction*Wrote this when I was 14, you've been warned*. --------- People would say that the two of them had been in love for 900 years. They just didn't know it until now.
