Good to You

Chapter Fourteen

Okay, so I'm nervous about this chapter. Once you read it, I think you'll know why. If you don't like the direction all I'm going to ask is that you don't be rude about it.

[Fair Warning] If you're a huge Hayley fan or you not a fan of baby plots you probably don't want to read further.

There's a lot of Harvest flashbacks in this chapter. Feel free to skim over it if you don't want to bother reading that. The flashbacks or in italics. I tried to make sure it wasn't that confusing.

Elijah observed Davina calculatingly. He knew Rebekah and Klaus were trying to ensure his freedom but he saw this as an opportunity if he could sway Davina to their side they would gain the upper hand on Klaus and ensure the safety of Klaus's child. However, if he couldn't he would have to do whatever he had to to make sure his family came out on top including doing whatever was necessary.

His gray skin from not feeding a stark contrast against the suit he wore.

"You're the one they call honorable," Davina stated knowingly.

Elijah smiled in response. "Yes, that's what they call me. And yet, I followed my brother here to New Orleans to engage in a war. So, I ask you; does that sound honorable to you?"

"You don't look well," Davina commented, taking in his gray skin and disheveled appearance.

"Well, only this morning I had a mystical dagger embedded in my chest, so I'd say I'm holding myself together quite well." He paused momentarily choosing his words carefully. "Davina, I believe that you and I have the power to end a war between witches and vampires before it truly begins. I, by keeping my brother in line; you, by behaving like your true self—not some tool for Marcel or the witches."

"And why should I trust you?" Davina questioned with narrowed eyes.

"Well, for one thing, in spite of a ravenous hunger, I have not tried to take your blood."

"Why not? I'm the only one here." She pointed out.

"Even in my present condition, I would not feed from a child." Elijah declared.

Davina picked up a hat pin pricking her finger with it. A drop of blood clung to the end of the needle and she walked forward placing the drop on Elijah's lip, testing his control. Testing him.

After a moment, Elijah's skin returned to its normal slightly complexion.

Davina looking pleased that he hadn't attacked her with the taste of that one single drop of blood.

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Klaus paced back in forth in the back kitchen of Rousseau's, blood splattered on his neck, dripping down the corner of his mouth and splatters on his hands.

When Sophie came in carrying bags of produce, she dropped everything to the floor at the sight of Klaus covered in blood.

"Oh my God. What did you do?!"

"No, it's not what I did." He strode forward, wrapping his hand tightly around her, yanking her forward, glowering down at her. "It's what did you do? You and the witches? I warned you if anyone was too threatened Caroline's life there would be a price to pay in blood."

Sophie swallowed. "Who did you kill?"

"Two witches from your precious coven. You'll find the first one's body on your doorstep and the second one on Agnes's. In pieces, I might add." He nodded his head at the table and to her horror, there was a set of bloody eyeballs on the table along with a ripped-out tongue."

Sophie gagged, bile rising. "Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick." She said revolted.

"Be quick about it then." He said before speeding away and she suddenly found herself in front of the Victorian mansion the Mikaelsons were currently occupying. She jerked forward with the change, the bile she felt churning in her stomach coming up as she retched into a rose bush next to the large Mikaelson Mansion.