Forewarned | Elijah Mikaelson

Memories

"Alright, the objective is to get me to do something, anything, against my will."
"Really?" Kol's sarcasm could be heard from a mile away. "That fact hasn't changed since you said it five minutes ago?"
"My apologies. Maybe I should reiterate the fact that you are supposed to force me to do something harmless."
Delia shot him a look like she knew what was happening inside his head. He simply smirked in return. Rebekah interrupted the interaction.
"I still don't see how you can even help us with this. Aren't witches immune to... what did you call it?"
"Compulsion. And while normally, yes, witches are immune to mind manipulation; this amulet," Delia gestured to the large blue jewel around her neck. "Is suppressing my powers. So, Kol, give me the best you've got."
Delia had done as she promised. Not only had she found them a position at court, and as such a rather comfortable hiding place, but she was teaching them to use the abilities they didn't know they possessed. Today, they were back in the clearing of the woods, working on compulsion again. Cordelia volunteered to be the one they practiced on, as she couldn't quite stomach forcing some poor scullery maid to help them. Plus, what were they going to do if none of them could successfully wipe her memory?
"Alright then." Kol took a deep breath and then connected his eyes with her own. "Slap yourself."
As if on it's own accord, Delia's hand shot up and aimed for her own cheek. However, using a considerable amount of force, she managed to stop her hand just before it made contact. She kept her hand in mid air as she looked from it, to him.
"Maybe I should repeat the part about it being harmless." She said in a rather exasperated tone.
He growled, frustratedly.
"How did it not work?"
"You just need to concentrate. Visualise me doing something, then make me do it." She repeated for what had to be the thousandth time.
Kol just grumbled and stalked off rather quickly, mumbling something about needing a break.
"I'll go make sure he doesn't throw someone off a cliff." Rebekah sighed and ran after her brother.
That left Klaus and Elijah, as Finn had elected not to come. Not a huge shock to anyone.
"Alright Klaus, you managed this last time." Delia motioned him forward, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think you should try getting me to donate blood."
Klaus and Elijah both made sounds of protest, but she held up her hand to silence them.
"Look, it is obviously your choice, but if we are going to continue to keep you at court without any murder, you need to be able to compel someone's blood."
Klaus glanced at Elijah, who gave a slow nod after a solid minute of contemplation. So, Klaus took a deep breath and a step forward. He locked eyes with Cordelia and murmured words that, little did he know, he would grow accustomed to later in life.
"Slice open your palm."
Within seconds, Delia had reached for the dagger on her belt and made a clean cut in the middle of her palm. Hissing from pain, she resurfaced from the compulsion, in time to see veins protruding from both Elijah and Klaus's eyes. They quickly turned around.
"No no! That was good, wonderful actually." She pulled the amulet off her neck and threw it to the ground so she could heal her hand.
Hand healed, she heard Klaus say, "I need a moment." Then stalk off. Once he was no longer visible, Cordelia spoke again, just to Elijah now.
"That really was exactly what he needed to do."
"I think he is afraid of what he is becoming." Elijah's eyes stayed looking where his brother had been.
"He's surviving." Cordelia scoffed. "You all are. It's not always pleasant, but it's what needs to be done."
"I know. He knows. It's just..." He trailed off.
"Well since you're the only one left, I guess it's your turn." She moved on, picking the amulet from off the ground and replacing it at her neck.
"Ah, yes."
He was now acutely aware they were alone with each other. When they were in company, he could pretend the dreams that involved her at night didn't exist. He could convince himself he was simply grateful for her help, and that was it. But in the few times they had ended up alone together, those attempts seemed feeble and pointless.
"'Ligah?" She prompted.
He snapped out of his thoughts.
"My apologies." He stepped forward.
His breath hitched at her scent. As did her's at his proximity.
"Alright, anything you want. Name it." Her voice lowered an octave, and he wasn't sure if she knew how precisely that was the wrong thing to say.
He looked directly into her eyes and for a moment he couldn't think of anything. Well, that was a lie he could think of plenty, just none of them appropriate enough to say aloud. But almost as if his mind and his voice stopped communicating, he let out two whispered words.
"Kiss me."
Her gaze never broke from his until their lips collided. They each closed their eyes, in temporary moments of bliss. It was heaven. He wasn't sure if he'd ever experienced love like this; and she knew well she had never experienced anything like this. Within a few seconds however, it was over, and she had pulled away. Her hands on his arms, she chuckled.
"I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that the compulsion didn't work, or that you thought you needed it."
They both smiled, unbelievably and irreversibly, happy for that moment.

Then the darkness came.
You helped them become what they are. Therefore you will finish them.

Cordelia gasped, awoken from the memories that possessed her dreams. While the flurry of emotions passed through her body, her mind was working a million miles a second. Then it clicked. She was made to kill them. She refused to kill them. And if death didn't fall upon them...

(Alright yes, I am a terribly unreliable writer and I greatly apologize for it. Hopefully you all like this story enough to hang in there. It shouldn't be too long now till I manage the ending.)