DEVILS SMILE, SIREN EYES; Klaus Mikaelson

[003]

02x09
"katerina pt.1"

Hours had passed before Elijah had awoken.

With a calm expression masking his fury, he pulled out the stake that had him pinned against a wall. Going to walk out the door, with a mission to find the human doppelganger, he noticed a small crinkling sound when he moved his arms.

Placing a hand in his pocket he pulled out the piece of paper, the picture of Rebekah. He smiled sadly before flipping it over, reading a message he hadn't known was there before.

Good morning Elijah. Or night. Or whenever you wake up.

It turns out none of my friends know anything about you Originals. Even Pixie Cut, which I'm surprised considering she's been running from you for five hundred years.

Anyway, I left this note hoping that you'll be able to negotiate a deal instead of killing us all and stealing Elena for the sacrifice.

And yes, before you ask I'm aware it's not actually Aztec and that you and Klaus cleverly faked it all those centuries ago.

But I'll let you disclose that information. And the fact that Klaus is your brother, because I've heard rumours that you Mikaelson's have a dramatic flair.

I know. Kind of creepy that I know all I know, right?

Anyway, hope to see you soon,

Mira.

Chuckling to himself, Elijah secretly admired the young siphoner for her fire, and he placed the note back in his pocket. Deciding to take a different approach to his Original one, Elijah used an abandoned car to drive to the place of his origin – Mystic Falls.

• • •

Mira woke up with a start when she heard her phone begin to ring.

Cursing underneath her breath she lazily rolled over to the other side of the bed, picking up her phone and answering without looking at the ID.

'What?' she snapped. Mira was most definitely not a morning person.

'Woah, relax, Mr Feisty Pants,' Mira immediately groaned as she heard the smirk in Damon Salvatore's voice. She moved from a laying down position to a seated one, allowing her legs to dangle over the side for a few moments.

'What they hell do you want Salvatore?' Mira grumbled as she made her way towards the kitchen. She didn't understand how Damon could live with all of the Scooby Gang always running in and out of his house. She needed her solitude to practise her art, magic and music.

Mira loved singing, it was something that calmed her down when she was stressed. When her paranoia was at an all-time high and she saw French Quarter witches everywhere.

'Your presence is required at the Salvatore Boarding house,' Damon said on the other end of the line as Mira struggled to take out her waffle maker.

'Why?'

'Just get your sexy ass over here witch-y, before I make you,' he said suggestively, making Mira fake gag.

'Okay, those times we hooked up, I had alcohol in my system and now that I know how obsessed you are with your brother's girlfriend, lemme tell you it's not going to be happening again any time soon,' she said plainly as she began to struggle with making her waffles.

Damon sighed dramatically. 'Oh, how will I ever survive?'

'Maybe don't and jump off the Wickery Bridge,' Mira countered pretending to sniffle into the phone. It didn't last long as both started laughing. 'Anyways,' she continued as she pressed down the waffle maker. 'Care to elaborate?'