SECRET | Elijah Mikaelson [2]

calmly

"you must have some connection that we end up in this locality" he eyes the pink fluorescent paradise "seriously here, just in front of this" she just smiles while placing their clothes in places and while walking toward him adjust the bedsheet of Jackson's bed. She eyes the place but got attention from Helen waving at her, but eyeing Jackson "you got attention".
He turns to me leaning onto the railing giving Helen quite a view as she saw her checking out "about that I met someone" Zoya hummed while observing his sly smile "we don't go that far but she is sweet and good. We met occasionally at work"
"I am sure you won't have much liking to call it occasionally," his smile widen "go for it?"
"would you meet her?" making Zoya give him a duh face "her name is Rachel" she can see he was holding a lot to talk as if a dog got a bone excitement.

She places the blanket over him and tucks from sides "goodnight jack" she whispered to him low. Slowly moving away from him. slowly grab the bag and walk out of the room. She moves to the parking area and unchained her red-black bicycle.
hops on it and starts paddle it

Elijah was looking at the ceiling when her words were occurring to him. He turns to the side on his stomach, the way she spoke still made him wonder how can he imagine his life with her.
Why didn't she could go ask for money or anything? But ME
She never wanted us. We made it very clear this marriage is a deal. The memory of her face with tears hanging and a smile that creates dimples hit his mind. Somehow, he ignores the fact he can see his reflection of him in her tears. him smiling
"but we gave words it was deal. We will walk out just like nothing."
"you seem off brother," Freya speaks from the door, "and off guard."
He witted "am I supposed to be guarded with you. how are you home tonight?"
answers with a smile "it is my home," making Elijah a bit smiling and hiding his stress.

Zoya clap hand to remove dust. she looks at her blocks of cement, unmoved. closed her eyes "let test can happen"
Move. she saw nothing move. The frustration reflects on her figure. Move.
the frustration now showed up around her eyes with veins darken up "IT'S. MINE. MOVE" suddenly the sound of blocks moving and rolling hit the ground making a vibration to the gate but far from her.

she breathes the air and her vein returns to normal but unknown to her eyes were still volcanoes with a flash of red. moves ahead and looks around the pieces of once her home that shut red in her eyes. She tries not to walk over or collect them. but collect what? Everything?
she shook away her head in the air and move forward tries to cope her way to the library. The moment she walks at their she felt anger over the tones of books turned to garbage under these bricks. Many of them were precious and old. some of her heritage, her family heirloom.
she moves to the side and tries to open the underground vault to her room .it was still untouched by others.
she presses for face reorganization and the light hits her face. the keyboard pops out and she typed few things and the vault opens and she steps down. The stairs were dark as there is no electricity. she opens her phone touch and looks around being it's dustproof the place is clean like tomorrow. she opens the wardrobe revealing the partner in crimes. Her gadgets. "like now I can only choose a few. don't get angry" she picks her own customized laptop, the phone, their solar charger, she took the key chain containing small hard drives storing books.

She enters the apartment with a thud trying to manage her babies in her arms with Jackson's note in between her lips 'WORK'. she kicks the door shut.
She places her stuff on the bed and she flops on the couch spreading like an octopus. She groans as her phone rang as she tiredly picks "hello"
Jackson spoke through another side "I made breakfast for you. bye" she let the phone bounce on seater as she let it slip carelessly.

Marcel falls on the ground as aye lifts his leg making him fall on the ground "need footwork. Marcel." He gets up with annoyance. "Who is he?" he points to the man standing looking at aye with some motive of talking "Mohinder. An advice needs footwork" she smirks at Marcel.
marcel looks at them waiting to forget something but they exchanging talk through letters. Black letters.
Gia read the letter and looks at Mohinder
"Tristan need to the lookout to invite such in our group to give such prestige place. Who is she by the way? Witch"
"dig out about from Marcel. I am sure he knows enough how profitable she is could be for us. Tristan must have some reason to choose something like that" she blinks and folded the letter and gave him back.