Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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When a panicked Elijah rushed out to inform Finn of what he had discovered, both them and Alaric decided to return to the scene of the crime. So to speak, given that there was not a crime to be observed there.
Finn was quick to turn on the surviving foe with a reignited fire within his gaze. "What have you done?"
Klaus had seen many contemptuous gazes within his sibling's eyes, but none like this. Even the glares he received when he undaggered one of them were nought compared to this one. This was the exact look he had been trying to avoid from his family; this exact look was why he had not informed any of them of what he had done. This realised fear was realised within a stranger's body; it was not him that was the true target of this unadulterated anger, but his actions, or lack thereof, which were the cause.
He had done nothing to save Murielle. Though he claimed to be an acquaintance, he had merely watched her die. It was not as if he could have done anything to save her if vampire blood had been inexplicably ineffective, but the sole fact that he did not try saw him as the villain in both of his brothers' eyes.
"I did nothing." He tried to dispute his innocence in this one instance and how true were his words. She had been dying and he did nothing. Now she was no more. Stefan had been killed, and he did nothing. Now he was no more.
"Bullshit." Finn spat out. "You had ample time to make her disappear."
Klaus scoffed at him, not dignifying that with a response that would've proved Alaric's damnation if it weren't for the more level-headed Elijah.
"He is a foolish human and incapable of moving quickly enough for such a feat."
"Then what are you suggesting happened?!" Finn threw up his hands incredulously. "Did the fairies whisk her away?" His comment rather painfully reminded him of the book of twisted fairy-tales that he had read at Murielle's. It had been the first tale he had read with her, down on the sofas in her cottage. With her deep into The Lord of the Rings and him babbling on about how messed up these stories were.
She had laughed and told him of how they were meant for children as well. He had not believed her until she showed him the film versions of the stories, which were far tamer than the originals but they still proved her point. The tale about fairies was one that had not made the cut for the films and was instead about a man tempted away by the fairies to their land of pleasure, feasting, and fun. When a night had passed, he returned to the real world to find centuries had gone by, all he loved had died and nothing was as it was. It was morbid but Finn had seen himself within that man.
For that man, death had come easily but for him, it was elusive.
"She is—was Wiccan; do you really think she doesn't have some magickal trick up her sleeve? There is little doubt in my mind that this is her doing." Elijah could've broken then from having to correct his language, having to think of Murielle in the past tense. As if she were merely an event that had happened to him, another person to add to the list of tragic memories instead of a life to intertwine with his.
