The Prince of Mystic Falls

59. Turn, Turn, Turn

No spanking in this chapter.

Klaus went upstairs to settle an argument between the boys over someone breaking one of the game controllers. The older boys suspected Finn had broken it, and were not happy.

Elijah sighed. Klaus would probably just go buy them a new entire gaming system tomorrow. Elijah knew his brother felt guilty that he wasn't spending enough time with them, but with five now, it was hard to give them "quality time." Elijah wasn't sure what that was, but he knew that soon he'd have to have a discussion with his brother about giving into and indulging these boys so much. Yes, they had all had losses, but they also needed structure and boundaries, not more toys to fight over.

Elijah was down in the basement waiting for the attractive brunette to wake up from her death, she was so slender and delicate. He had an urge to smooth back her hair, yet he restrained himself. As long as her heart had still been beating while she got at least a drop of Kol's blood, she should turn. Perhaps with the levels of vervain in it, though, the transformation didn't work? Elijah opened his book and began reading. It was nice to have some quiet time. Sadly, it had to be due to his younger, grieving brother's impropriety. In truth, if this was the worst of Kol's fit, they were in good shape. But his brother would still need to be punished. His heart ached when he thought of the Harvest witch and their sister and Marcel. None of them deserved this, but witches did like their power.

Elijah heard a slight intake breath.

"Here, here, Miss Monroe, you are alright. Remember me, Elijah Mikaelson? We met before. You'll recall all that happened the weekend we compelled you now," Elijah soothed, as her eyes looked wildly around.

"Where? What? Am I dead? He drained me...the quarry, he was going to throw me in the quarry," Vanessa gasped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. My little brother accidentally killed you. Well, the vervain in your system probably slowed him down, allowing him to try to heal you," Elijah explained.

"I have a heart condition. I had a surgery and it didn't go well," Vanessa replied, getting up.

"That explains your premature death then. I'm afraid what you are feeling now is your transformation. You need to drink human blood or you will face a true death," Elijah shared.

"I can't be a vampire! They killed my best friend, Isobel. I became a hunter to fight them. That's why I came to this damn town," Vanessa exploded.

"Miss Monroe, Vanessa, if I may, please calm down. Your senses are heightened as a vampire. Irritation can grow into rage, sadness can grow into despair, etc. very quickly. If you don't drink this blood, you will die. It is your choice, of course, but you are a young woman. You can still live, albeit, a bit differently. If you will allow me, I will assist you. It's been a long time since I helped a young vampire, it is never easy to change. Not everyone is cut out to live as this. But I have the sense that you may do very well. Will you give it a try?" Elijah asked politely.

Vanessa took the offered blood bag and drank. She was so thirsty. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly. She drank and drank and drank.

Elijah laughed at the empty blood bag. He knew she wanted more.

"That's enough for now. We don't want you turning into a ripper. I'll teach you moderation and then you can go back into the world, when you are ready," Elijah said.