Tenacity - Elijah Mikaelson

Wicked Witch Of The West

Elena had awoken a few moments ago, and against her better judgement and my advice, she was up and roaming around, and for my own entertainment, I followed.

The last time she pushed the boundaries, she ended up smacked into next week.

"So, did you called him?" The sound of the man's voice echoed through the hallway that Elena was sneaking down, me daddling behind with far less subtly.

"No, I called one of his contacts. You know how this works." The woman replied as if trying to soothe her comrade, but it didn't seem to be working.

"Did you or did you not get the message to Elijah?" He all but demanded, but his the worry in his voice was apparent and quite concerning.

"They say he got it." While the lady was honest, I could practically feel the nervous energy floating amongst the cobwebs and dust.

"Wonderful and what?" He pushed, clearly wanting more information to calm his wracked nerves.

"So that's it, Trevor. He either got it, or he didn't. We just have to wait." Was the response given, and it was apparent that the woman was growing tired of the questions and the worrying.

"Look, it's not too late. We can leave it here. We don't have to go through with this." The male vampire pleaded. The more I listened to the conversation, the more I grew uneasy. Who were they waiting on that scared them so much?

If these old ass vamps were scared, I could only assume that Elena was in a lot more danger than we had first thought.

"I'm sick of running!"

"Yeah? Well, running keeps us from dying!"

"Elijah's old school. If he accepts our deal, we're free."

Their argument had been going strong, that was until Elena stepped on a loose floorboard and the creak that followed bounced around the vacant house like a bloody alarm.

"You two! There's nothing around here from miles. If you think you're getting out of this house, you're tragically wrong. Understand?" The elven looking woman stated, killing any hope that Elena had of escaping.

I, too, wanted to get out of here and get back to William, but I wasn't about to try and outrun two vampires. I knew that our neighbour was happy to have him over for however long, but she would be worried if I didn't contact her soon. Dot knew how I was and how badly I disliked being away from my brother.

"Who's Elijah?" The brunette questioned, and I looked at her with raised brows. Did she want to get slapped in the face again?

"He's your worst nightmare." She stated ominously before walking out of the room and once again leaving her hostages alone, but that didn't stop Elena from trailing after her like a parade of annoyance.

"Why am I here?" She asked with arms folded securely around her torso. I'd followed them back into the room with a singular couch but didn't pay that much attention to their conversation.

"You keep asking me these questions like I'm gonna answer them."

"Can you at least tell us your name? I can't keep referring to you as 'pixie lady' in my head." I added, hoping an unrelated question about our kidnapping would be answered.

"...Rose." The vampire confessed, and I had to say, the name suited her quite well. Elegant and beautiful, two things that Rose had in spades.

"Why won't you answer the others?" Elena pried, and I sighed, tuning out a good portion of their chattering.

"...He's one of the vampires, the originals," At hearing Rose mention the Originals, I tuned back in. Not because I knew what they were talking about, but because I didn't.

"What do you mean the originals?" Elena pushed. I could only assume they were talking about this mysterious 'Elijah' we'd heard them discussing earlier.

"Again with the questions. Haven't the Salvatore's been teaching you vampire history? What about your friend over there. Surely she'd have a bit of insight." Rose posited, and I groaned internally as Elena fixed her gaze on me.

"What do you mean? Allison isn't a part of this." Elena remarked with a frown set deep between her brows. Rose looked towards me with surprise, but I kept my expression neutral, no matter how badly I wanted to glare at her.

"You dont know? Well, Allison here isn't human. A witch, if I was to hazard a guess." Rose offered helpfully, and this time, I didn't withhold the withering glower as Elena gasped, looking at me with wide, confused eyes.

"Whatever questions you have, annoy Rose with them because I won't answer," I warned preemptively as I looked across the room, deliberately ignoring Elena's stare.

Again, Rose and Elena started speaking, now of the Salvatore brothers, but I was busy in my own head. Now that the cat's out of the bag, I have no doubt that whenever that pesky group of 'saviours' needed help, they were going to come banging on my door.

My answer would remain the same, unless for Caroline, but something tells me that the others won't be as understanding as the Forbes vampire.

"Who are the originals?" Elena questioned, obviously trying to gather as much information as possible.

"Trevor and I have been running for 500 years. We're tired; we want it over. We're using you to negotiate ourselves out of an old mess." Trevor admitted with absolutely no shame, and I couldn't really blame them.

I couldn't imagine having to spend my entire human life running and hiding, the constant fear and paranoia must be absolutely awful, and Rose and Trevor had been at it for five hundred years.

I wonder what kept them striving so hard to stay alive. Did they get the chance to enjoy the little thing the make life so worthwhile? The warmth of family, the familiar hug of a friend, the tender kiss of a lover?

They weren't living, they were surviving, and I felt sorry for them.

"But why me?" Elena begged, obviously forgetting that it wasn't just her dumbass that got kidnapped. Next time she's in trouble, I'll let Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum come galloping to the rescue.

Elena wanted a knight in shining armour? Well, too bad. She was going to have to settle for two idiots in tinfoil with their trusty donkey.

"Because you are a Petrova doppelganger. You're the key to breaking the curse." Rose informed, finally seeming to relent, Elena's persistence actually paying off.

"The curse? The sun and the moon curse?"

Frowning, I thought back to the passages in my parent's grimoires about the Sun and Moon curse and almost laughed. My parents had gone into great detail about how the ritual didn't make any sense. It just wouldn't work unless the information passed down over the years was a lie.

After Caroline mentioned it, I had looked into it a little further and had my own ideas, but of course, my parents were already gone, and I had no one else that I trusted enough to confide in.

To me, it all seemed like a hoax, a mask to hide something far more sinister. A puppeteer pulling the strings of every vampire and werewolf across the globe; every one of them a puppet.

Perhaps one of these 'Originals' was the master.

"Oh, you do know your history," Rose commented sarcastically. Technically, they were both wrong, but I wasn't about to go injecting my thoughts into their conversation.

"What do you mean I'm the key? The moonstone is what breaks the curse." Again, the doppelganger was wrong. Even if the curse worked the way everyone thought, the moonstone still wasn't the key ingredient.

"No, the moonstone is what binds the curse. The sacrifice will break it." Rose educated, and I realized then that I might have to comfort Elena when she learned that her death would be inevitable.

"The sacrifice?" She posed it as a question, but everyone in the room knew that she had already put the pieces together, but Rose answered anyway.

"The blood of the doppelganger. You are the doppelganger. Which means, in order to break the curse, you are the one who has to die."