Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

CXLVIII - "Guess Again"

I'm sooooooo sorry that this is so late Dx I've been reading a lot and have been sick and it's my march break and uGH STUFF KEEPS GETTING IN THE WAY OF MY WRITING AND IT MAKES ME WANNA RAGE

Lol sorry and enjoy

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Chapter One Hundred & Fourty-Eight

It had been brought to my attention that Cami, being the little psycho brand new vampire she is, decided it was a good idea to steal the one piece of white oak still in existence: the wooden knight that Klaus had once carved for Rebekah, and now had given to Hope. In exchange, she wanted ALL of the dark objects that Klaus had gotten from Kieran. She eventually did give them back. However, someone else had gotten that white oak. Aurora.

I had been inside the compound, resting as the two Mikaelson brothers insisted I do, when I received a call from my favourite one.

"Elijah," I answered happily, then suddenly realized that he wouldn't dare call me unless something bad had happened. "What's wrong?"

"You need to come to the cathedral."

"Why?" I asked.

"Aurora has taken Freya. We must find her, and you will be especially helpful in that."

I immediately went to the cathedral, going upstairs to the attic. I met the two of them, both seeming equally worried.

Klaus held a note, and I took a wild guess and assumed it was from his psycho ex-girlfriend.

Klaus looked over at me before using an out-loud retelling of the note that Aurora had left as a greeting. A simple 'hello, glad you're here to help save my witchy sister from my psycho ex' would have sufficed.

"A forest of pine,

And a box made so fine,

Come quickly, if not,

Then poor Freya shall rot,

Buried in dirt for all-time."

"The woman is insane," Klaus growled.

"Are you just now figuring that out?" I asked, grinding my jaws together and wishing that Aurora's neck was in between them.

"Does she have to punish us with the world's most unfortunate limerick?" Elijah asked. "Is it not enough that we're forced to play her wretched games?"

"Freya saw a vision of herself buried alive," Klaus said, swallowing nervously.

"We won't let that happen," I assured the two brothers, who were equally concerned.

Elijah moved over to me, biting his lower lip ever so slightly. "Roseia, Aurora will do everything in her power to bring about this miserable prophecy. You do not have to come, we can handle it on our own. We cannot risk you being harmed further."

I nodded to him, but smiled a little. "I consider Freya to be my family, Elijah. And we do not leave family behind."

*

Elijah was holding a compass while Klaus tried to track Freya's scent. He told us that he could smell her blood. There was a building up ahead of us, which seemed to be a cabin. He informed us that he could smell her blood in the cabin, but that she was no longer there. She was somewhere west of here.

"You two track the scent. I'll take the cabin," Elijah said.

Quite frankly, I hated the idea of leaving either of them. But at the moment, Freya needed us. She was dying.

"Oh, and... Whatever happens, you two must promise me..."

"Aurora dies today," Klaus finished for him.

Klaus and I went west, and what we were met with was a grave. It had flowers on top of it, and the more I inhaled, the more I smelled them. Aurora was a clever woman, unfortunately. The scent of the flowers blocked the scent of Freya's blood. I didn't know what they were, but they were certainly strong.

There were two shovels near the grave, but as we looked, we realized that there wasn't just one. There had to be at least fifty graves.

Klaus and I dug, taking up a grave at least every minute. Klaus was getting more and more angry, especially when every casket-shaped box we pulled up was painted with "Guess Again" on the inside.

"Klaus, we need to stop for a moment," I told him.

"I would love to, but Freya's life is on the line," he growled.

"I'm aware of that, but I want to try to find the scent. I want to see if I can find it. I can't do that with the sound of you digging."

He stayed quiet, and stopped digging.

With that, I stopped breathing. I didn't inhale anymore after that, taking a few moments. If I couldn't smell her blood, maybe I could hear it. If she was hurt, then the sound of her blood flowing from her wound would be just loud enough for me to hear. As long as she was as close as I thought she was.

Blocking out one sense enhanced others. It was basic knowledge about humans, and it worked with vampire hybrids as well. Deaf people had better sight, blind people had better hearing. If I blocked out my sense of smell and my sense of sight, maybe I could hear her.

And I did. I could hear her blood pumping quickly, trying in vain to replenish the blood it was rapidly losing. She was closer than I had thought she was; it would have only been a matter of time before we dug the right grave. Even so, it was good to be so close.

It appeared that I was right on time too, because her blood was slipping through the dirt and coating that flower I was beginning to despise so much. She must have been channeling Finn.

I rushed over to it, using my shovel to remove the dirt as quickly as possible. Klaus helped me immediately, and we had the dirt completely removed in less than a minute.

I yanked the lid off of the box, pulling so hard that it was torn right off and went flying through the air only to land fifty feet away from us. She was there, coughing and taking laboured breaths.

She had been shot in her right side near her hip. Luckily, it had missed vital organs, and didn't seem to be causing her to bleed as much as it would if she had been shot anywhere else. Still, it was worrying. We couldn't just heal her, we needed to get the bullet out first.

Klaus and I got her out of the casket, and I informed him that I wasn't willing to risk searching for the bullet with my bare hand. That could open the would too far. I needed something else, perhaps something in the cabin.

We had no idea that Aurora was awaiting us.