The Afterlife

•|Chapter III: From Grave to Grave|•

Dear Diary,

Death is its own reward. That reward is greatly known as the afterlife. From grave to grave in centuries time, the immortals live on. Most by will, others by curse. The concept of forever could never be understood by just anyone. Only those who have died could truly know that death is eternal, just as life.

Klaus

Elijah stood at the gates of the cemetery. His eyes were full of uneasy ambition as he sulked internally. He had heard of Keelin's encounter with the wolves, it drove his wonders and suspicions of what Vincent truly had planned for his family. Elijah had not seen his death as a sacrifice for Hope, but a punishment for all that he'd done. He watched a little girl who he loved suffer from his actions. She was reunited now with her family, and he would not allow that to be taken away again by any means necessary. He saw the happiness she exuded, forgiving him for his actions before he could do so himself. Her forgiveness meant everything to him, and he wanted to ensure that he was worthy of it.

He vamped away from the gates and returned with a large pole that he admired elegantly. Quickly, he flung the large stick through the small openings of the gates with all of his strength. He could hear the collision, the gasps from the witches who'd been close to the shattering stick, and he began to wait. Three witches stirred up into his eye way, speed walking towards the doors of the gates. Kevin slowed his steps as he stared at the unfamiliar face that he easily knew, the old vampire in the suit. He could feel his power.

"Where is Vincent?" Elijah asked calmly.

Kevin gestured for the other witches to leave his side. Elijah watched them go and when he'd been alone with Kevin, Kevin walked outside of the gate with ease and a surprisingly small crowd of fear. Elijah squinted at him, unsure of who he'd been speaking with.

"Mr. Mikaelson?" Kevin locked his hands together in front of him and stared Elijah up and down with disgust. "I don't suppose you've come to beg again."

"I've given my word." To the point, Elijah glanced towards the evening ground to force a patience.

"You have threatened my faction-"

"I believe you have me confused with the little girl. I'd say I'm offended, but I'd presume you're aware her reputation is nearly as proceeding as mine." He adjusted the dark red blazer and stepped closer to the angry and checked witch. "Where is Vincent?"

Kevin stared at the old vampire in front of him, knowing well the consequences of making his thoughts of Elijah's captivity's reality. He was right, Hope's reputation did proceed her. Any retaliation against them would have him murdered and the blood would have been on Vincent's hands. He began to rethink everything, his position...his allegiance. Kevin knew what power was, dominance. Over the last few weeks, Vincent has shown that he lacked it. Elijah, on the other hand, had shown that his legacy practically depended on establishing it.

"I don't know, but if you're here about the attack in the bayou...Vincent is just as pissed about it as you are." Kevin said. "Hope gave a word too. The faction is more threatened by her presence than they are of her father's. The wolves and the vampires are acting out of fear right now. No one has been ordered to conspire. You'd do better speaking with them."

Elijah stared to Kevin for a moment. He wanted the few words that Kevin had spoke to be a truth he could believe, for Kevin's sake.