"Past the sacristy. Up the stairs." father Kieran told her "thank you. Now, forget I was here." Rebekah told him, walking off, and as she headed upstairs, she opened the door to the attic and saw Elijah's coffin "I knew it." she said, going to step inside but couldn't and as she did, she looked seeing Elijah lying in his coffin, Elijah opened his eyes and when he did, he went into her mind.
As the two went back in time, they were standing by a horse and carriage "what the bloody hell?" Rebekah asked "Rebekah, language, please." Elijah told her, as Rebekah turned to him "Elijah!" she voiced, walking up and hugging him "what is all this?" she asked "you don't remember? You and I went to the opera house together." Elijah shared, taking her hand "it was your first foray back into New Orleans society after Klaus removed the dagger from you. It's a memory only you and I share." he shared, as the two walked inside.
"Also I needed to know it wasn't another of Vasilisa's tricks." Elijah shared "well, how are you even awake?" Rebekah asked him "Vasilisa withdrew the dagger, unaware that doing so even once would negate its power. In a few hours, I should be as good as new." he shared, turning and walking away from her "so pop me back into the attic and we can find a way to get you out." Rebekah shared "I'm afraid I'm not quite ready to leave yet, Rebekah." Elijah shared, turning to her "Vasilisa, she's alone, wants someone to talk to." he told her, as he turned around, walking to the bar, he grabbed the bottle.
"And i shall give her what she wants and speak to her, perhaps even to propose a truce of some kind." he shared, pouring his drink "so if we can end this war between the vampires and the witches, we'll be able to eliminate the threat to Hayley and her baby." he shared, grabbing the glasses and walking back over to her "perhaps then Niklaus and our entire family can finally know peace." he shared, holding one out to her, Rebekah took it "in the meantime, I need you to look after Hayley. She is our family now. So, I need her and her unborn child to fall underneath our protection. Swear to be, Rebekah." Elijah shared, holding his glass up.
"I swear." Rebekah said, as she turned around walking out of there.
Meanwhile, at the music festival, Tim had disappeared "well, he couldn't have gone far. He kust got offstage a minute ago." Camille shared, as Vasilisa chuckled "well if there was anyway this night was gonna end this would be how." she shared, turning and walking off.
But then Camille had followed her and when she did, she lead her out the back door, telling her she got a letter from Tim to meet her at St Anne's church, where as the two walked in there he was, as Vasilisa walked away from Camille and close to Tim, he turned and looked at her and when he did his eyes went wide, as he stood up "I got your note." Vasilisa told him, as Tim chuckled "it's so amazing to see you. I can't even believe I'm standing here right now. I just..wow!" he voiced, as Vasilisa chuckled, she started to hear the thumping of the blood running through his veins, having not fed on a human in a while, only have been given blood bags from Marcel.
"You do look as angelic as they say." Tim told her and when he did it brought her back "can you, um..can you play something for me?" Vasilisa asked him "yeah." Tim told her, turning, he grabbed his violin, and as he started to play, Vasilisa tried to focus on the music rather then the sound of the blood pumping through his veins.
But when Tim finished, the feeling came right back, where as Tim turned to put his violin away, Vasilisa turned around and when she did, Klaus noticed that her eyes were dark, as he made sure Camille was looking at him "I have some business I should attend to but before I do.." he shared, putting his hand on her shoulder "you should go. Enjoy the music, put this out of your mind." he compelled her, as Camille stood up walking out of there.
Where as she did, Klaus then stood up, walking over to them "you two are absolutely adorable. It warms my heart, it really does, but I do need a word with the young lady." he shared, walking past Vasilisa and over to Tim "so Tim, go sit down, count to one hundred thousand." he compelled him, as Tim walked off "quietly now. There's a good boy." Klaus told him, as he looked at Vasilisa "I assume you know who I am. Then let's get right to it, shall we?" he asked, turning around and walking up the pew, he turned to her.
"Your current dilemma strikes me as a case of poor alliances. You're loyal to Marcel, and yet he keeps you tucked away in an attic. And clearly not feeding you the way you'd prefer. Keeping the Dragomir princess prisoner." he shared "he's not keeping me prisoner. He's keeping me safe. He's my friend." Vasilisa told him "well, I have no doubt he is," Klaus shared, crouching down "but for a moroi caught in a war between witches and vampires, i might be a better friend. I would keep you safe, and I'd allow you your freedom." he shared, standing up and walking past her, Vasilisa turned to him.
"If Marcel could do that, why hasn't he done so already?" Klaus asked, turning to her "and it does beg the question, if Marcel can't protect you, then what of those you care about?" he asked her "well I don't have anyone like that anymore." Vasilisa shared, as Klaus hummed walking toward's her "see that's where you and I are alike. Marcel tricks you into doing his bidding and all the while, you rot in an attic alone.." he shared, and as he did, he sped toward's Tim, pulling him out of the bench "swear allegiance to me alone, and I'll let you feed on him. Stand against me.." he shared, leaning down and biting into Tim's neck.
Tim screamed, as Klaus fed on him, Vasilisa smelled the blood, as she sped over and grabbed him from Klaus and began feeding on him, Klaus smirked as his phone rang, answering it "what do you mean she's missing?" he asked "I mean, there's blood and bodies everywhere. Someone's ripped this lot to shreds and there's no smart aleck pregnant girl." Rebekah shared "keep looking. I'm on my way." Klaus shared, hanging up, he looked at Vasilisa.
Vasilisa dropped Tim on the ground, his body limp "now you owe me a favor." Klaus told her, speeding out of there with Tim and his violin, the only remittance of what happened was the taste of blood on Vasilisa's tongue "Vasilisa." Marcel said, running in "what happened? What are you doing here?" he asked "figured my freedom to the outside world was over." Vasilisa told him, turning around and walking to the attic.
Having gone back up there, Vasilisa was sitting on her bed, as she heard the coffin creak open then slam shut, she looked to it, and got up, walking over to it "it's all right, Vasilisa." Elijah said, as Vasilisa spun around looking at him, seeing he was still desiccated "I don't mean you any harm. Though I do think it's time we have a talk." Elijah shared, as the two stood there looking at each other.
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Power over me, Kol Mikaelson
FanfictionNew Orleans, the French quarter brings jazz and jambalaya, romance and poetry but also things that go bump in the night, likes vampires, witches and werewolves, where the ones who rule it all are the vampires, especially the Dragomir family. They we...
003. NIGHT OF FREEDOM
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