Hurricane / The Originals

Chapter 13

I left earlier than planned, just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the Bayou into an eerie twilight. The air shifted from the warm embrace of day to the cool, unsettling chill of night. Despite the activity at the shack, a deep sense of melancholy clung to me. The encroaching darkness seemed to whisper memories of my parents—those who had died in this very Bayou, under the same full moon now hanging low in the sky.

The drive was restless, every bump in the road amplifying the sharp, persistent sting in my neck. The discomfort was a constant reminder of the intensity of earlier events. The guilt of leaving Rebekah behind weighed heavily on my chest, gnawing at me with every passing mile. I needed to set things right, to address the unresolved feelings and the sense of unfinished business.

As I approached the intersection, the impulse to return home wavered. The tension, the swirling emotions, and the urgency to make amends with Rebekah all converged in a tangled mess of conflicting thoughts. At the last moment, I made a sharp left turn instead of heading home, steering my car towards the Mikaelson mansion.

To my surprise, Elijah was already back when I arrived. Time had seemed to distort in the whirlwind of the day. As I parked the car and made my way up the steps, I could hear raised voices from inside. The commotion was unmistakable—a heated argument that echoed through the grand hallway.

I burst through the door, my voice cutting through the clamor. "And I'm back," I announced, my tone a mix of determination and fatigue.

Inside the living room, the scene was chaotic. Klaus was mid-sentence, his voice seething with anger. "I contemplated a game of eenie-meenie-miney-moe. You betrayed me. My own sister!"

Elijah, locked in the heat of the argument, barely glanced in my direction. "Niklaus, don't you dare!" he shouted, his tone fierce and resolute. The siblings seemed engrossed in their dispute, their quarrel absorbing all their focus.

Klaus's gaze shifted abruptly, snapping to mine with a piercing intensity that made my breath catch. An unreadable emotion flickered across his face, his eyes locking onto my neck. The area was partially concealed by my hair, but the Band-Aid was faintly visible. It was as if Klaus could sense something beneath the surface, an unspoken awareness of the recent events.

His expression hardened, the mask of calm slipping to reveal a penetrating, sharp gaze. The tension in the room thickened, palpable and electric. Klaus silently assessed the situation with a cold, unyielding scrutiny, his eyes darkening with a mixture of fury and concern. It was clear that he was not just observing but also calculating his next move.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Klaus turned his head to Elijah. His voice was low and steely, every word laden with accusation. "You feed from her."

Rebekah's eyes widened in shock, her gaze darting between me and her brother. Her face was a portrait of silent plea, her expression begging for some form of resolution that could defuse the escalating confrontation. She looked at me, silently urging me to explain, to offer any semblance of clarity.

I took a deep breath, my voice trembling slightly as I attempted to clarify. "He needed blood. His body was reacting poorly to the blood bag."

Klaus's gaze remained unyielding, his focus fixed on Elijah. Despite my attempt to explain, Klaus's expression did not soften. His anger seemed to solidify, his movements tense and deliberate as he continued to advance toward his brother with an air of righteous fury.

"I don't understand the big deal," I said, my confusion evident. "Aren't vampires supposed to bite people?"

Rebekah, stepping forward, pulled my attention away from the feuding brothers. Her voice was calm but firm, a contrast to the heated argument unfolding. "When a vampire does it without the intent to kill or feed but to heal, sharing blood is a deeply intimate act. It's not just a matter of survival—it's a bond. It signifies trust and a connection that's not taken lightly."

Klaus's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and betrayal. He pointed an accusatory finger at Elijah, his voice seething with accusation. "Perhaps it should be you, brother! Stealing my child away with every fawning moment of tenderness you show to Hayley. Or worse, manipulating the situation to have Cleo open her neck for you!"

Elijah's face tightened, his voice a mix of frustration and resolve. "This has nothing to do with her."

The words hung heavily in the air, leaving me lost in the whirlwind of their argument. I struggled to grasp the full context of who "her" referred to, my mind racing to piece together the fragmented conversation. The brothers' confrontation intensified, their emotions raw and exposed, and I found myself caught in the middle of a storm of unresolved conflicts.

Klaus's gaze remained locked onto me, his eyes darkening with a mix of rage and something almost primal. The air around us crackled with tension, each second stretching into an eternity as he assessed the scene. His expression was a mask of cold fury, his scrutiny making it clear that he wasn't just angry but deeply unsettled by what he saw.

"Do you even realize the gravity of what you've done?" Klaus's voice was a low, dangerous growl, his anger palpable, a storm of emotions that seemed to churn beneath the surface. "You've exposed yourself to something far more complex than you understand."

Elijah's face was set in a grim line, his eyes filled with a mix of defiance and regret. "It was a necessary measure to stabilize my condition. I wouldn't have done it if there had been any other option."

Klaus's anger flared, his voice rising with seething intensity. "You would have not died from my bite, brother. It was a matter of survival my ass,  more or less some calculated gesture."

I tried to interject, my voice shaking slightly. "He was in a critical state. The blood bag wasn't working. I offered my blood willingly to help him."

Klaus's gaze shifted back to me, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to gauge the truth of my words. His anger didn't subside; if anything, it seemed to intensify. "Willingly? Or did he manipulate you into it? Did he make you believe it was the only way?"

Klaus's fury seemed to boil over as he pointed a trembling finger at Elijah. "You've always had a way of manipulating situations to your advantage. Using Cleo's trust in you to fulfill your own needs—"

Elijah cut him off, his voice rising with frustration. "This is not about me or my needs. This is about survival and doing what was necessary in a moment of crisis. I was In such a head space I could Have killed Hayley. DOES THAT NOT CONCERN YOU or are you to worried about Cleo to not think about your Childs safety !"

The room seemed to close in around us, the argument escalating with every heated exchange. The air was thick with tension, every word charged with the weight of centuries of conflict and unresolved issues. I stood in the center of the storm, feeling the intensity of their confrontation and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that came with it.

The room was filled with a charged silence, the aftermath of their argument hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Rebekah stepped between the two brothers, her face a mixture of desperation and determination. "We need to focus on what's at stake here. Fighting among ourselves won't solve anything."

Klaus's gaze shifted back to me, his eyes still simmering with unresolved anger. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost menacing tone. "You think you understand this world? You think you can just waltz in and play a part in our lives without grasping the full consequences?"

Elijah moved to intercept Klaus, his own frustration evident. "Klaus, dont . We need to address the real threat, not tear each other apart."

Klaus's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and something almost like regret, but he remained resolute as he put the dagger in Elijah's hand and walked away.