Original Madness

《7》

|Chapter Seven: The Original Witch Bitch|

   I was beyond furious. She had betrayed the little trust that I had offered her, and now that put a kink in my plan to bring Marcel over and make up with everyone. I was thinking a nice formal dinner, that way they could talk things out, and if it escalated any further than cheap shots with fancy British words -as Damon always referred to them-, then they could take it outside.

   Instead Klaus explained what happened to Rebekah, while I took a shower and cleared my thoughts.

   Phoebe was asleep on my bed when I open the bathroom door. She was in some awkward looking position on her back, and it gave me the perfect view of her now noticeable bump under the soft silk of her nightgown.

   She dragged me out to the stores last week to get all new clothes because the ones she had; and I quote, ‘felt wrong against her skin’. So, we bought lots of clothes and now she was happy.

   Sho also got to show off Klaus’ black card.

   Apparently, my sister was very pleased with the infinite amount of money she had access to without the vampire compulsion.

   Taking the towel out of my hair, I quickly brushed out the knots. I let Phoebe sleep, while I went downstairs to see Klaus and Rebekah suspiciously getting along.

   “Oh goodness, do I even want to know why the two of you are at peace with each other?” I hesitated to ask, as I walked into the living room.

   Rebekah shook her head. “It wouldn’t please you in the slightest.”

   I took her word for it. I guess if it didn’t involve Phoebe or myself and they weren’t constantly at each other’s throats it couldn’t be that bad.

   My attention was drawn to the front door to the left of me. Five quiet knocks sounded on the oak door. When neither original made a move to get up, I walked over turning the handle.

   I swore my heart stopped.

   Elijah Mikaelson stood in the doorway, just like in the dream I had two days ago. His eyes didn’t hold hatred, but they weren’t quite welcoming either. He couldn’t get in if I didn’t want him to, so why I slammed the door in his face and hauled my ass back upstairs wasn’t completely clear in my mind.

   ‘Phoebe!’ I spoke telepathically in order to avoid unwanted eavesdropper’s.

   She half-opened her eyes, glancing around the room before closing them again. ‘What’s happened?’ She didn’t bother making an effort to speak out loud, which I was grateful for.

   ‘Elijah Mikaelson is on our front porch!’ She must have heard how horrified I was because she sprang straight up and off the bed.

   ‘Right now?’ Her eyes glanced to the floor as if she were looking through it, downstairs at the porch. ‘He wasn’t supposed to come until seven.’ Her voice became quiet as she looked around the room for the clock.

   ‘Oh.’ Her eyes met mine before she walked over to the closet shrugging on my housecoat. ‘I came in here to tell you, but I fell asleep.’ She admitted sheepishly.

   ‘You can’t blame me though!’ She insisted, while my eyes silently demanded her to explain.

   ‘Elijah tried to work with Davina, and she betrayed him after using Esthers spell book. He took it from her, and now we need it in our possession.’

   She sighed, tying the rope above her stomach, closing the robe. ‘Rebekah began to ask questions and I couldn’t quite tell her that her brother wasn’t allowed anywhere near you without exposing what happened.’