Always And Forever | K.Mikaelson

Declarations

I lied in bed, arms outstretched sighing at the - now – cold bed sheets beside me that were once occupied, turning my head gently to the side watching the way my fingers brushed gently across the pure white material. Suddenly the front door slammed. I sat up, mind slowing at the familiar click of Rebekah's heeled boot as she stormed in.

I listened to their argument. Until. "Marcel owns a weapon bigger and more powerful than an Original and you handed our brother over to him!" My hearing tuned out at Rebakah's bellow my eyes widening at the threat. I got out of bed, no longer sluggish, quickly getting ready. 

I can't let this 'weapon' ruin anything. And with one last glance at the room, I jumped out of the open window.

I arrived at the witches' Cemetary crease between my brow. Anxiety biting towards the ends of my fingers. "What's got you so antsy?" Sophie all but sung from beside me as I watched her sort herbs and salts.

"I'm going to have to speed up the summoning." I whispered. Looking down chewing gently at my thumb nail in thought. 

"What?But-why." I paced back and forth, any longer and I would dig myself into the ground. Thumb still placed between my teeth I stared up at the old cracking stone ceiling wagering my odds on winning against the druids. "Marcel has a weapon?" She stopped what she was doing looking up at me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"You know I may have psychologically linked us in order for you to keep the druids out of my mind, but that doesn't necessarily mean I actually want you in there." She huffed going back to what she was doing as I restarted my pacing trying to conjure up anything that would solve this, I mean I would prefer for my child to have a father.

My canine dug into the soft skin of my thumb a small trickle of blood leaving the shallow puncture wound. I winced gently as my phone began to incessantly buzz from within the confines of my pocket. My yes softened from their creases of annoyance and though as I saw Klaus' name flash on the screen indicating the missed call.

I already knew what this was about.

I shut the heavy door behind me walking into the large living space. I stood behind Hayley an amused smile on my lips as she argued uselessly with Nik. "Well, I'm here," smiling at Rebekah, and the way Hayley jumped. I walked over and joined Nik's side to which he smiled and placed his hand at the middle of my back as a hello.

"So is there a plan or what?" Hayley questioned with a raised eyebrow. Rebekah and Klaus shared a knowing look as to which Hayley and I shared a confused one at their antics. Klaus guided me with the hand that was on my back further into the living room. 

"Okay. Well firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy. He's my friend, albeit one who is unaware that I am trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless.

And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he had placed my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch," I paused my anxious twiddling of fingers in the realisation that the weapon is not a what, it's a who, "I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly, sister, please."

We all turned to see Rebekah's disapproving expression notably and rightly directed towards Niklaus. My fingers began their incessant twiddling again as I weighed my own options of going for the weapon myself or trying with the group. "And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back."

Hayley lifted herself from her leaning position on the doorframe in worry. "That's not the whole plan, is it?" I looked at her and nodded in agreement. It wouldn't, shouldn't be this simple. Marcel was kind when he was a boy, but now from what I've seen he's changed.

"Oh please." Rebekah chuckled staring at Hayley like she was dumb. "Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical." We then turned to the oh so diabolical one.

"Well that's only the plan 'A' love," he gave that signature smirk. "There's always a plan 'B'." Hayley swallowed thickly, "And what's plan 'B'?" Her eyes flicked across the room, the siblings exchanging looks of agreement. God this was going to be done.

"War." That was it that was his diabolical plan, War. I scoffed turning away ready to leave, but Klaus caught my wrist. I turned my head and look at him, my eyes searching his, he was deadly serious. I guess Elijah is technically family and I did indirectly baby trap him so...who am I kidding.

All is fair in a game of love and war, especially when it comes to family.

A/n
Hello everyone, long time no see. The last time I published anything on here I was still doing my GCSEs and now I'm about to do mocks for my A Levels. I know crazy right? To be honest I don't really know what the big gap is but I'm guessing it might possibly be where I went to edit it then fill it in, but I can't remember. This will probably be my last chapter on here for this series now, I'm really sorry but I found this in my drafts so I thought I'll publish it. I'm more active on tumblr and ao3, but I do still post on here sometimes just mainly on my poetry and short stories. I'm also writing my own novel!!!
I am really sorry.
Good Bye.
~DahliaRoseBud~

Written: 05/04/23
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Published: 15/05/24
Word Count: 997