Forewarned | Elijah Mikaelson

Dare

Cordelia walked into the courtyard, the sound of her boots clicking against the pavement. It had been several days since she arrived in the city and she walked daily from her hotel to the compound, still scared that too much contact would result in hurting one of the Mikealsons. She proceeded up the stairs, paying little attention to the sound of voices coming from the parlor. Odds are Klaus was either making an unfounded accusation or being accused of something himself.
She made it to the top and headed towards Freya's room. Walking at a rather determined pace, she almost fell over when she quite literally ran into someone exiting a room she was passing. She gasped as she lost her balance, then felt a hand wrap around her waist.
Standing on her own two feet again she noticed it was Elijah. Blushing slightly as her eyes locked on his.
"Sorry." She said quietly.
"It's alright." He said, matching her volume.
They continued to stare at each other until they both heard Freya's voice.
"Delia! Is that you I hear?"
Cordelia went to respond when no sound came out of her mouth. She cleared her throat and began to move away from Elijah. It was then they both realized his hands hadn't moved from her waist. He cleared his throat as well, glancing down at his hands and back up at her, finally moving away.
"Um. Y-yes, I'm here." She called back. Turning from him and proceeding to walk to her original destination. She looked over her shoulder before entering the door frame, he was now walking down the stairs she had previously gone up. She sighed and entered Freya's room.
"Don't tell me you had yet another awkward encounter with my brother?" Freya inquired, glancing up from the grimoire she was studying on the table.
It was actually Delia's grimoire. She'd written a spell to take down a very powerful witch many years ago, during her period of resenting the witches who sent her to kill the people she considered her family.
"Yes. I did." She huffed in response as she took off her jacket.
"You know you're going to have to get past the awkward stage at some point right?" Freya smirked at her friend.
"We used to be. There was once a time when both of us could unflinchingly predict the others actions and communicate flawlessly." She rubbed her left ring finger as she spoke. "But now it just makes me nervous to even be near him. To be near any of them. You're the only one I know I can't hurt."
"Well don't I feel special." Freya's eyes flicked up.
"You know what I mean." Delia rolled her eyes. "Anyway, enough about my romantic drama, how's it going?"
"Far more complicated than I would have liked."
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"You know you could talk to her. Like have an actual conversation." Rebekah suggested.
"I'm not discussing this." Elijah stated as he pulled a book from the shelf and sat on the armchair adjacent to him.
"You two used to just fit so well together. I remember, it was sickening." Kol said as he entered from the kitchen.
"Yes, well, it's been a long time. We've both changed." He reasoned. Although it was unclear who he was trying to convince, his siblings or himself.
"Clearly not enough to cut the tension." Rebekah said under her breath.
He peeled his eyes from his book to glare at his sister. Kol chuckled.
"Where is she?!" They all heard come from the courtyard.
Each of them glanced at each other before quickly moving from their positions and heading towards the noise.
Entering the courtyard, they saw Genevieve, as well as several witches standing behind her.
"Whom are you inquiring about?" Elijah asked, already annoyed of the manor in which she made her presence known.
"Don't play the idiot, Elijah, It's beneath you." She sneered. "Cordelia Russo, where is she."
"Since when did Delia become a target of yours?" Rebekah inquired in defense of her old friend.
"She's an abomination. Witches have been taught of her existence for hundreds of years. We were taught to exterminate the half- breed if we were to see her. Now, we have information she is in this house. In our city. We cannot allow that." Genevieve explained.
"Well I'm afraid we're at a crossroads." Klaus said as he entered from the other side of the courtyard. "You see, Cordelia is here in protection of something that is very important to me, to us. She is going to stay, and help us battle our beloved aunt." He said the last part sarcastically.
"I'm sorry Klaus. But she has to leave." Genevieve said in anger.
"I don't have to do a damn thing." They all heard come from the railing. Looking, they saw Cordelia standing with a superior expression.
"We're armed." Genevieve said standing in a defensive position. "I'd run if I were you."
"Oh darling; you think you can kill me?" She chuckled as she leaned casually forward on the railing. "You can't. Believe me I've tried."
At this, each of the Mikealsons exchanged glances. None of them could imagine the Delia they knew attempting to end her own life. She was life itself. Was being the operative word apparently.
"Cordelia Russo your being contradicts the laws of nature." Genevieve declared. Delia rolled her eyes as she stood back up. "It is for that reason the witches of New Orleans have seen fit to put an end to you."
"Now hold on a moment-" Elijah started, but was interrupted by a derisive laugh from Cordelia.
"Ha! I invite them to try." Once again, her daredevil attitude was shining, possibly landing herself in further trouble. She didn't seem to care.
This was something, although he hated to admit it, Elijah had always seemed to admire about her. It was as if he was looking at his Cordelia again. The one he knew many years in the past and they one who welcomed a challenge. This was a part of her they didn't have in common, something she used to point out to him often. He didn't mind, it always made him laugh.
Now, however, he was not laughing and more concerned for her safety.
Genevieve sent a stake with a special engraving on it her way at a magically charged speed. To everyone's surprise, except her own, Delia caught it with ease before it hit her heart.
"Now it's been a long time since I've seen one of these." She pondered, admiring the etchings, before holding it in her palm, levitating the wood, and engulfing it in flames.
Genevieve looked as if she hadn't expected this. She shook it off quickly, however, and nodded to those on her left and right. They all, with a look of great concentration, held their hands up toward her. She clutched her head in pain and groaned. But quickly looked back up, now angry.
"You really shouldn't have done that." She said in a low, menacing voice.
Jumping the railing and landing with poise on the concrete floor, she charged towards the witches. Swiping several of their heads off with a clean slash of her hand.
The rest of the witches looked horrified. She used their distraction to her advantage and held her own- now bloody- hands up. Magically shoving many of them back and knocking them out as their heads hit the surrounding walls and floor.
Genevieve and one other witch remained standing. She charged at Genevieve and pinned her against the wall by her throat.
"You're certainly not the first witch who's decided my life needed ending. And guess what; you won't be the last. I have faced enemies twice the size of you," She whispered and squeezed tighter on the redhead's throat. "Now tell me, why should I fear you?"
She watched as the witch glanced behind her and turned around just in time to see the witch she'd left conscious holding her hands up, channeling those dead around her, and produce enough power to pick Delia off of her feet and toss her off of Genevieve. Delia landed on the floor, the wind knocked out of her, and beyond pissed.
While the redheaded witch choked for air, Delia fixated on the witch in front of her. Closing her eyes, she managed to transfer the magic directed at her into her own control. She held the force in her hands as she stood and smirked at the girl. Using her strength, she hurled it toward the young witch, knocking her over with so much power, her body's spine broke in half and she landed dead on the floor, several feet away.
"Well that was annoying." She huffed, glancing at the aghast Mikaelsons in the archway.

(Hey y'all! This chapter honestly wasn't super fun to write but I'm excited for the next one! I hope you all enjoyed it!)