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"DO YOU THINK IT'S WISE to be on this side of town? The witches are under Marcel's control, and Marcel just so happens to have a particular distaste for our family." The concern underlying Elijah's question wasn't reflected by the confidence with which he carried himself, casually looking around the empty streets. He still wore the same tuxedo, looking every bit of a dapper gentleman. It was unnaturally silent, which only fed the eerie vibe of the area.
From beside him, his brother Niklaus gave a snort. "I could care less about how Marcel feels about us. Besides, I'd like to think the witches want to be free from his control. The enemy of our enemy is our friend."
"I swear, the two of you can be so weird sometimes. I don't know why more people don't agree with me."
Klaus partially turned around, glaring at Kol and his audacity to comment on weirdness. If there was one thing that could annoy him to death, it was his younger brother. "It's probably because we have a reputation for murdering those that annoy us," the hybrid said in a low voice, threateningly. "I told you to stay at the mansion."
"I know," Kol walked forward, seemingly unbothered by the irritation in his brother's glare as he fell in step with them. "You did it quite loudly, I'm pretty sure the entire town heard you."
Elijah sighed, seeing the flare of annoyance in the hybrid's gaze. This would not end well if he didn't interject. And so, like he always did, he broke them apart. "Let's just get this over with," he mumbled, walking faster.
Kol and Klaus followed, the former smug, and the latter furious. The eldest Mikaelson led them to a quaint shop, one that belonged to Sophie and her late sister.
Elijah knocked, knuckles rapping against the hardwood."Sophie. It's Elijah Mikaelson, can I talk to you?"
A moment passed.
Then, two.
The streets were as silent as the room behind the door, where the particular witch gave no answer.
"Sophie?" The Original tried again, louder this time. He glanced back at his brothers, finding Niklaus with an impatient expression. The hybrid reached over his brother for the doorknob, twisting to check if it was open. With a soft click, he slowly pushed it open.
Elijah took a tentative step over the threshold. A grim look appeared on Klaus's features, knowing that the owner had to be dead for vampires to enter without an invitation.
Hopefully, it wasn't who they came for in the first place.
Elijah's grip on the book Rosalie had surrendered earlier grew tightㅡthey would be back at zero if Sophie was unable to help them. Elijah continued inside, Klaus and Kol following behind. The shop was quaintㅡat least it had been. The shelves were in disarray, broken glass of all colors littered all over. Unfamiliar liquids were splattered on the floor, some of it painting the walls. It was as though someone had scrounged every corner. What was worse, however, was the smell of day old blood.
