Little Lockwood

2.10: The Vampire Historian

"Feeling any better?" Elijah asked handing over a cup of tap water.

Linkin sipped from the rim of the glass. His eyes distant and red as they stayed fixed on the stained wood floor. "I ah. I think so."

There was a knock on the door.

Satisfied Elijah went to the door and opened it. His voice trailing through the home along with another man before there footsteps were heard coming closer.

Linkins brows furrowed as he sensed the magic inside the man. But unlike Elijah it felt different, more natural than the original vampires. It made him look up.

"Linkin, may I introduce you to a friend." Elijah said as he gestured to the tall dark skinned man behind him. "This is Jonas Martin. A fellow witch."

The man looked between the dishevelled boy and vampire. "You didn't tell me you involved him." His distaste clear in his tone.

"I didn't really have a choice in that part." Linkin muttered not liking the man.

Joneses eyes narrowed on Linkin. "From what I've seen in Mystic Falls the boy is-"

"Whatever actions you have seen these past few weeks are knull and void Mr. Martin." Elijah cut in. Despite the politeness he spoke with a clear edge in his tone.

Jonas held confusion in his scowl.

"You will treat him with the respect he deserves, Jonas."

Linkin rolled his eyes. An action that only made his head spin and stomake churn.

"For now, we have important matters to attend to."

...

Linkin was made to wait in the bedroom of the apartment while Elijah and Jonas lingered in the main area. But when he heard pleading and felt a new arrival, he walked out, legs like led underneath him.

Jonas was standing over a fallen man- no vampire. One Linkin recognised as he tried to peel himself up from the ground. The one who had been in the Cafe Elijah had blow the windows apart with loose change. The one who had been with Damon and Rose.

As the man got to his feet, Elijah was in front of him in a blur, wooden splint like a stake in his hand. "Thank you for your assistance, Slater."

Just as Elijah went to plunge it into the man's chest, Linkin raised his hand.

"Motus." He mumbled through a groan as his headache intensified.

Both men turned to him, and Slaters eyes widened.

"Linkin." Elijah sighed.

"You can't kill him." The boy managed in a pained pant.

The original quired his brow with fient amusment. "And why would that be?"

Linkin took a moment to get his breathing level again. "Because he can be useful."

"And this wouldn't have to do with him knowing your friend? The older Salvatore brother." Elijah queried.

Linkin raised his sore eyes to meet his. Determination clashing curious amusement. "There's a reason why we're here isn't it? Why Damon and Rose went to him. He has information, and I'm guessing by that set up over computers and hardrives it's a lot."

"You're.. you're Linkin, right?" Slater said with a slight stammer. "Son of the former Mayor of Mystic Falls, a Lockwood."

"See my point?" Linkin remarked.

Elijah grew a tight smile. "You are incredibly intelligent for someone so young." He admitted impressed. "But unfortunately, mister Slaters' knowledge is what makes him dangerous. Too dangerous to remain alive."