chapter sixteen
trip down memory lane
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"THIS WAS ALL you," Elijah whispered down to Klaus' body just as Jordanna made her way back into the bedroom. Elijah told her that Klaus would need blood—but it had to be laced with vervain so he'd ingest it slower.
She was not happy, like, her mood had literally taken a tumble down Mount Everest.
"Did you really have to stab him?" Jordanna scoffed as the original picked up a scalpel, before he rolled his shirt sleeves up.
"It was necessary, Jordanna," Elijah told her, meeting her eyes breifly before she looked back down at the hybrid.
"I'm sure," she muttered. Pushing passed Elijah she snatched the scalpel from his grasp. Her eyes trailed down the red scar on the original's chest. She took a seat down on the edge of the bed before she took a deep breath, her eyes fell upon his face before she sliced along the scar.
Placing the scalpel on the side she held her hand slightly over his chest—not touching skin and shut her eyes, feeling the pull of the dark magic from the blade. Something inside of her just clicked with the dark magic... she couldn't explain it but it just felt right.
As the blade lifted up from his chest a loud groan emitted from Klaus' lips. She sent him an apologetic look as his eyes fluttered open, his eyes met hers as she grabbed the dagger. She turned around and shoved the bloodied blade against Elijah's chest in annoyance—the original grabbed it with a tight smile as the blood from the blade smeared across his clean dress shirt.
"Niklaus... it was not my desire to bring you pain, but I will not see you hurt Rebekah," Elijah leant down as he spoke to his younger brother before his eyes flitted back to Jordanna. "Now, I fear Sabine may be making a final move against us. I intend to find her and end this."
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²𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, klaus mikaelson
वैंपायरvincere aut mori 𓍢ִ໋ the originals 𓍢ִ໋ klaus mikaelson x fem!oc 𓍢ִ໋ season one - five 𓍢ִ໋ october, 2021