Like Real People Do ⋆˙⟡ Mikaelson Brothers

chapter 3

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Elara Graham found herself awkwardly wedged halfway through a narrow window, her pulse quickening with each passing second. She silently cursed her impulsive decision to break into Bonnie Bennett's house. Her shirt snagged on the frame, and with a frustrated tug, she managed to free herself, only to lose her balance and tumble headfirst inside. She landed with a resounding thud, wincing as her elbow smacked against the hardwood floor. Groaning softly, she pushed herself up, her hand knocking into a side table. The table wobbled precariously, and a picture frame went flying. She lunged and caught it just in time, her heart pounding as she breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered for a second why she was even doing this.

"Because, dear, this is the only way to save your mother and brother," one of the old ladies in Elara's head spoke up. The sudden voice startled the seer, making her nearly jump out of her skin.

"Jesus, Agatha, give a lady a warning," Elara muttered, trying to keep her voice low as she quietly made her way through the Bennett house. Agatha merely chuckled, her amusement echoing in Elara's mind as the girl continued her search.

Elara moved through each room with careful urgency, her eyes darting around for any sign of the grimoire. She knew that Sheila Bennett had died, but Agatha was certain that the powerful spell book was still hidden somewhere in the house.

Frustration mounting, Elara sighed heavily as she descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing softly. Passing the living room, she felt a sudden jolt of energy as Agatha hissed in her head.

"Stop, it's close," Agatha declared. Elara raised an eyebrow, opening her mouth to speak.

"So you're telling me you've had the ability to sense the grimoire this whole time and you said nothing?" she sputtered in disbelief.

"Well," Agatha began, her tone sheepish, "I didn't think about it." Elara grumbled under her breath at the old lady's nonchalance.

Her eyes wandered over the shelves and furniture, meticulously searching for anything that might conceal the grimoire. As she moved closer to the fireplace in the corner, she felt a faint tingle of energy emanating from within, and her face fell.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she groaned, staring at the soot-covered fireplace. Agatha's cackling echoed in her mind, only adding to her frustration.

Sighing in resignation, Elara crouched down and carefully crawled inside the fireplace, the soot smudging her clothes and hands as she reached further into the dark recesses

Her eyes lit up with hope as she spotted the old grimoire nestled in a crevice of bricks. With a surge of excitement, she reached out and quickly grabbed the book, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Hastily, she maneuvered out of the fireplace, eager to escape with her newfound treasure, only to be abruptly halted by the unexpected presence of an angry Bonnie Bennett.

Elara lifted her hand in a feeble attempt to wave, a sheepish smile plastered across her face.

"Hey, girl. Didn't know you would be here... in your own house," she stammered nervously, slowly backing away, the grimoire still clutched tightly in her hands.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Bonnie growled, her hands rising in a defensive gesture. Elara sighed inwardly, knowing she was caught.

"OK, so basically..." Elara began to explain, her voice trailing off before she muttered something in Latin and bolted away, watching with a mix of guilt and relief as Bonnie collapsed to the ground. Elara wasn't one for violence, well, that was a lie. She wasn't one for violence against innocents, but in this case, she didn't want to be on the receiving end of the witch's spell.

The seer darted around the corner, her heart pounding in her chest. As she doubled over, she realized she definitely needed to work on her cardio. "Stop!" a voice from behind her yelled, causing Elara to snap her head around to see Bonnie Bennett hot on her heels.

"How did you recover that fast?" The girl muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Elara knew it was due to the fact that she, herself, wasn't a real witch, so her spells weren't as powerful.

"Look, I know that you're a new witch, and even though I don't know why you broke into my house, I want to help you. So just give me back the grimoire, and we'll be good," Bonnie's voice was earnest, and Elara felt a pang of guilt.

"Sorry, Bonnie. Though I appreciate your offer, I'm gonna have to decline," Elara replied with a small smile, stepping back instinctively. Instantly, she bumped into someone, and she turned her head to see Damon Salvatore grinning down at her.

Bonnie whispered something in Latin, and Elara's world faded to black, her peaceful life in Mystic Falls being thrown out the window.