𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 | 𝐍.𝐌 (𝟏𝟖+)

.𝟎𝟑 | 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝

*3rd POV*
A heavy silence fell over the room. Elijah was sat next to the couch that he had laid Y/n Maximoff on a little over an hour ago. He stared at her, a hand swirling the bourbon around in his crystal glass.

His other hand held his phone as he weighed out his options. Niklaus would be ecstatic that Y/n was found and in safe hands...but Elijah also wanted to talk with Y/n first. Not to mention he did slightly fear pissing her off.

When Y/n Maximoff is mad...all hell breaks lose. There's a lot of anger, blood, chaos, threats, punching and kicking and even her magic comes to life. It's best to stay on her good side. He had definitely learned the hard way.

He focuses on her face as her eyes move quickly under her eyelids before they open. They were glowing red before fading to her normal eye color. You sit up, looking around confused and he smiles fondly.

"Good, your awake." He says.

"Elijah...where am I?" You ask, looking at him surprised.

You study his clothes before looking around. This definitely wasn't the the 1920's.

"You're safe. Damon and Stefan Salvatore found you. They are vampires. But, how'd you end up in a tomb?" He asks.

You frown, snippets of what all went down flashed through your mind. You put a hand on your chest, remembering all the pain as each dagger was driven into your chest with such...anger.

"It's a long story. I don't like it here...I don't have a good feeling. There's a witch." You say, looking around

You sniff the air, your werewolf senses heightening. You see a woman with milk chocolate skin—you were envious all of sudden seeing how her skin looked to be glowing. Your eyes flicker to her brown ones—something was not right about them, maybe the distrust—but you don't like the vibe from her overall.

She has nice eyebrows. I should ask her about her eyebrows. And maybe her lipstick. It's a pretty shade, you think before shaking your head.

Not the time, Y/n, you scold.

"Relax, I'm Bonnie. I'm just here to help." She says.

You look over her slowly. Your lips purse. You didn't like the feeling you had about her. Something wasn't right.

"Then you wouldn't mind me looking in your head to see your intentions?" You question.

You tilt your head slightly, raising an eyebrow as she sighs. You see two of her fingers tapping against her leg anxiously. She looked nervous, but she tried hard to mask it. But, you saw right through.

"I do mind. Trust me." She says.

"I think it's okay, Y/n." Elijah says softly.

She looked at Elijah, annoyed you wouldn't just listen. Elijah was looking at Bonnie. Whilst they communicated with their eyes, you focus on Bonnie.

Your hands were clenched at your side so you discreetly summon your scarlet red magic. The red tendrils webbed around your fingers and you slowly move your hand, looking inside her head.

Bonnie grunts, feeling a pressure in her head. She brings a hand to her temple, massaging it gently in hopes to relieve the pressure. You clench your jaw as your power fades away.

"Trust you, huh? Seems like you want to gain my trust and turn me over to Agatha Harkness." You say, a grin spreading out on your lips.

Elijah quirks an eyebrow at you. One of confusion and also surprise. He had forgotten how crazy you were. No one in their right mind would be grinning right now. Yet, here you were—grinning.

"Who is Agatha?" Elijah questions.

He felt the tension in the room between the werewolf-witch hybrid and the witch. Both were staring each other down. But, he had questions and when he had questions—he always got the answers he wanted.

Your eyes glow red in warning and you grin wider as Bonnie clears her throat, crossing her arms over her chest. She nervously looks off to the side. You let the red glow fade away before turning and looking at Elijah.

"A witch who was hunting before I was put to sleep for a century or so. She wants my powers. She does this to a lot of witches. Especially witches with a unique power that most witches don't get gifted with. She does this thing called power absorption. Seems like she fed a false message to the world of witches. Now I'm a walking target." You say.

You stand, walking around the living room slowly as you try to process this. Everything felt complicated already. You just woke up from a century-ish slumber and now you were being sucked back into supernatural drama.

It was silent as Elijah digested what you said. He had so many more questions. He hadn't even known you were being hunted. You never once mentioned it. He pulls his phone out and looks at Niklaus's contact. He clicks on it and sends a message.

Elijah 3:43am
Niklaus, were you ever aware that Y/n was being hunted by a witch?

Niklaus 3:43am
No...she never mentioned it. But, it would make since. She was hesitant about being in public. She preferred to hide away at the house. Why?

Elijah 3:44am
I'm searching for her as well, brother. And it's some information I just gathered. I'll keep you updated.

He closes out of his messages and turns his phone off before stuffing it in his pocket. He looks back up at you. His lips twitch, seeing you and Bonnie having a stare down once again. You never were one to back down from a fight and he admired you for that.

You've always been a strong headed, intelligent, and beautiful woman. You never ceases to surprise anyone around you. But, you also always kept people around you so happy.

There was a time the Mikaelson family was falling and it was in a dark place. But, Y/n Maximoff showed up at a masquerade ball and was lighting up the room with her smiles and laughter. She danced the night away. At first with random men—and women—before Niklaus swooped her away. They danced, they laughed, they talked...she gave the Mikaelson family a glimmer of hope.

Then she stayed and continued to piece the Mikaelson's back together. Piece by piece. Until she went missing for a century or so. But, the century they spent with her...it's a time they'll never forget.

"Bonnie, I've know Y/n and she has no evil intentions." Elijah says.

"Let me show you who Agatha is and who I am. It's a harmless spell. I can't manipulate or warp it. It's all the truth." You say.

"Swear?" Bonnie asks, suspiciously.

"Swear. Whatever that means." You mumble confused.

Bonnie suppressed a smile, realizing how behind you were. She suddenly felt guilty as images flashed through her mind. You were nothing, but a hero in her eyes. And yet, you went through such torturous things because of the power you had no choice to possess.