Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗; 𝙰𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙰𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

    They were each other's saviors. The one that was willing to fight and save the other in all means necessary but they too were each other's downfall. The world could be burning and yet they would continue fighting to stay with each other. When the world kept preventing it.

    Entering Marcel's penthouse. Rosalice walks towards Marcel, eyes taking in his companion. The woman staring them down. "I'm sure your men will find the bones. By compulsion or alternative forms of persuasion," She mutters.

    "Of course. Just takes time."

    "Of which we have none," Elijah states.

    Marcel glares at the man. "The hell are you doing here?"

    Rosalice steps in between the two. "We need to talk to you. Civilly."

    Marcel gives a look to Sofya, talking to her softly, "Excuse us." Turning to the married couple he spat out, "Make it quick."

    Elijah spoke up, "We need your help. Meeting an expert shortly. He'll be coming by way of Mystic Falls, carrying one of the bones and the means to find another. Between the four of us, we should have those remains by sundown."

    Marcel's eyes narrowed, skeptical about all of this. "Why should I trust you?" He dares ask. "For that matter, why would you trust me?"

    Elijah's eyes remained hardened, staring at the man that he stole the life from. The same man that took five years of his life. "I don't." He spat. Rosalice elbows him in the side, harshly. "But why should we let old grievances hinder our common goal?" The Mikealson man recovered quickly. Never hissing in pain. "Here's a proposal. You come with us, I surrender the only weapon that can take your life."

[Time Skip]

    Marcel agreed hesitantly, but any man would when standing next to the person that took his very life all because of a prophecy.

    Leaning up against her motorcycle waiting patiently for them. When they did, they parked next to her, slipping out of the car. "Good thing we brought the German sports car." Elijah exhaled.

    "Says the man in the 5,000 dollar suit," rebutted Marcel.

    Elijah rolls his eyes at that price. "Nine... if we're counting." Fixing his jacket making sure it was straight, he said out loud, "I'm not a barbarian."

    "All right, look, your expert better pay off. Otherwise, we're wasting time that we don't have."

    "See, that's so very hurtful, Marcellus, and here I thought we were having a marvelous galactic adventure together."

    Pinching the bridge of her nose, Rosalice so desperately wanted to whack the two in the back of the head and scold them for arguing like children. She had to deal with it with her own. She did not need it with her husband and his adoptive nephew. "You think you're real cute, don't you?" Marcel glares at Elijah. "Yeah, the only reason that you invited me on this little road trip is so you could play bodyguard."

    "Baby-sitter—"

    "Enough!" Rosalice's eyes harden at the two. Both Marcel and Elijah repetitive bickering towards each other finally stopped for that short moment. Dark brown eyes along with soft hazel landed on the pale woman. Rubbing her temple she looks in between the two, "You're not a babysitter. And you certainly are not being baby-sat by him." She talks. "If you were I'm the one babysitting the both of you making sure you don't chew through each other's throats out." Waving a finger in between them. "Now stop this nonsense or I will put you both in time out. Do I make myself clear?"