Forewarned | Elijah Mikaelson

Useful

Each Mikealson looked at the stowaway they had just found in the carriage they ambushed with either curiosity or boredom, depending on which you were focused on.
"Wait- wait! I could help you. I-I am the personal servant to Count De Martel. I was sent to escort these guests to court." The servant they had stumbled upon stuttered out, clearly desperately finding a way he could be useful as to spare his life.
"Shh!" Klaus hissed out, hearing noise at the edge of the clearing. He looked towards Elijah who was nearest him and pointed to his ear.
"B-but-" He tried to continue, afraid that if he stopped talking he'd be killed.
"Do shut up." Elijah cut him off, now hearing the noise too.
They all looked towards the same direction as Klaus, where the woods stopped, and the clearing began. Emerging from the woods was a woman, although it took them all a moment to realize such. For she was wearing black, form fitting trousers and a green cloak, carrying hunters gear on her back and attached to her belt.
Her corset belt held two small throwing knives, there was a large dagger strapped to her leg, and peeking from her cloak, one could see arrows that must have been to match the bow she was carrying. Her long, chocolate brown hair was tied into an intricate braid that was tied with ribbon that looked fine, defining her as high in the court hierarchy.
She looked up from where she was walking and they all watched as her eyes assessed the situation. They fleeted from the dead bodies on the ground, to Kol and Finn who still wore blood on their face, to the shaking man standing in the middle.
"Oh goody, another witness." Kol said as he rolled his eyes and whooshed towards her. However, he was barely by her side when her head swiveled towards him and she quickly held her hand up. In an instant, he was flying backwards and landed in the dirt, several feet away.
"Well, I hardly think that was necessary." She stated with slight annoyance, but no fear in her voice, Elijah noted. "Don't mind me." She continued as her gaze flicked between them all again. She walked across the field and towards the horse that as lame on the ground. It's leg was broken. It was actually what enabled the Mikaelsons to ambush the carriage in the first place.
She began muttering some words under her breath as she had both hands hovering above the horse's leg. The siblings were astonished. This was possibly the first being they had come upon that didn't quake in fear of them. In fact, she didn't seem phased whatsoever.
Everyone heard a crack as the horse's leg clicked into place and she stood back up to face towards them all. None of them had moved since her appearance. She sighed and looked towards the servant they had uncovered.
"Lucien, if you are going to continue to stand there, shaking, then I ought to throw you in the lake." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"M-M'lady." He stuttered out, bowing slightly.
She snorted in annoyance and walked briskly towards him, lazily taking a small knife from her belt and handing it to him.
"You can go and run now." She told him. He nodded frantically and took a step. She caught his arm. "I wouldn't tell anyone about this interaction, though. Unless you'd like the reputation of insanity at court." She quirked her brow and let him go. He ran off, stumbling a few times, and disappeared into the woods.
"Excuse me, but who exactly are you?" Klaus asked in both awe and irritation, as she had just let go their chance at assimilating into court life. She turned to face him.
"My apologies. Lady Cordelia Russo." She curtsied slightly. "You all must be the family of vampires I've heard so many rumors about." She smirked as she walked back towards the horse that was still lying on the ground. She grabbed it's reins and clicked her tongue, prompting it to get up.
"Quite famous in the witch community you all are." She stated as she tied the horse back into its harness attached to the carriage.
"Witches don't like us much." Rebekah said with a melancholy tone, having been shunned from the community she used to be a part of.
"Well I don't like witches much, so I guess that automatically makes me like you all." She smiled slightly at Rebekah as she walked towards the other side of the horse to finish strapping it in.
"If you're a witch, why exactly don't you like witches?" Finn questioned, not understanding her sympathy for their kind.
"Witches are vindictive, and far too fond of the rules of nature. Which leaves them with no sympathy for others." She grunted out the last part as she took out her anger on the straps she pulled tightly on. She sighed and looked towards them all.
"Now, not to rush or anything but the sun is to go down in two hours or so, and court presentations only last until sun down. So if one could help me with the back wheel, and the carriage cover then we could be on our way."
The Mikealsons looked between each other and back towards her. Rebekah, shrugged, deciding not to question their stroke of luck, and went to grab the cloth, nodding her head at her brothers to follow. And so they did. Klaus went to help Rebekah with the covering, as Kol and Finn left to dispose of the bodies, and Elijah walked towards Cordelia to help her with the wheel. She had rolled it over to the right side of the carriage, when he came by and used his enhanced strength to lift the entirety of the vehicle up so she could put the wheel in place.
She took the dull end of her dagger and used it to hammer the metal back into form when Elijah crouched next to her and placed his hands over hers, pulling them away from their task. He took the metal and bent it back into place by hand. She blushed and slid her dagger back into its harness on her leg.
"Not to sound ungrateful," He began "but why exactly are you helping my family?"
She looked taken aback, as if she hadn't expected this question.
"I-um. I heard through stories how you all were turned." She looked at the ground, her air of confidence suddenly replaced with empathy. "It was one of the most cruel and selfish things I'd ever heard of a witch doing. It wasn't fair to any of you."
Elijah looked at her in astonishment. The last thing he expected was sympathy.
"We-we kill people. How have you managed to make us sound like the victims?" He asked.
"Well I didn't mean to offend you-" She started.
"You didn't." He interjected, mentally kicking himself for making her feel self-conscious. She paused, looking at him as they both stood.
"Well I suppose much of your story depends on perspective. Although the killing people will have to stop. That'll be much harder to hide once in court." She changed the subject slightly, in an attempt to gain control of the conversation again.
"How exactly are we supposed to do that? We need blood to survive." He questioned her as they began to throw the fallen luggage back into the carriage.
"You truly don't know what you all are capable of do you?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. And with that she strode casually towards the front, and hopped up, taking the reins of the horse.

(Long chapter but there ya go. Flashbacks are probably my favorite to write! Hope you liked it!)