𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Bullet ]

CHAPTER 21
[ New Orleans, 2012 ]

Elijah was now inside the cabin, stood over a table which was littered with sketches as well as an ominous, lone-standing white oak bullet. Klaus was correct, Georgia wasn't there but the large puddle of blood by the couch did little to settle his nerves. He longed to see her, to make sure she was alright. But he knew Niklaus would find her much sooner than he would be able to and due to her crimes, Elijah wanted to be the one to serve Auroras head on a silver platter.

A small smirk played on his lips as he sensed her entering the room. "Aurora."

He turned to face her. She stood smugly, the gun pointed directly at his chest. "Modern weaponry for the modern woman. With a little bit of flair, of course. I couldn't help myself. It's pretty, no?"

"Pretty vulgar." Elijah sneered at her. He had always detested Aurora, but now even the very sight of her before him made his blood boil. "Theatrical and tasteless as ever. Where is she?"

"Oh, Elijah... You remain a stick in the mud." She rolled her eyes. "And it seems your darling, Georgia takes after you- she's stuck in the mud, too. Somewhere out there, busy as a little bee, dying. If not already dead."

Klaus was busy in the bayou, digging up grave after grave that aurora had left for him. Each empty box taunting him with messages scrawled in blood. The frustration was building within him, not only was Georgia relying on him, so too was his brother. Elijah needed her. She was his guiding light. The anger that he had displayed in the moments since they discovered Georgia was missing, did little to inspire Klaus that his brother would ever forgive him for not finding her in time.

He yelled in desperation as he clambered towards the next cluster of graves when suddenly he heard a soft cry, deep beneath him. It was almost a whisper due to the mountain of dirt piled atop of her dying body but Klaus knew it was her.

He rushed towards the source of the sound, hoping he could pinpoint the exact grave. "Georgia!"

Her cries for him were muffled, but beneath the earth Georgia was screaming for her life. Her wound was restricting her movement, her body gradually turning numb but her mind was now seemingly clear. The stress of the situation fighting off the effects of Auroras sedative.

"Nik! Please!" The sound of her heartbreaking pleas grew louder as Klaus continued to dig. His heart raced as he unearthed the grave, the weight of desperation driving his every movement. He threw his shovel aside as he began to hit wood, clawing through the earth with his bare hands. Finally, his fingers brushed against the cool surface of the makeshift coffin, and with a surge of determination, he pried it open. Relief flooded through him as he gazed upon her, pale but alive. Georgia was alive.

"You are not dying today, little witch." He lifted her into his arms, vowing silently that he would do anything to protect her. Today would be Auroras last.

Back in the cabin, Elijah stepped toward Aurora menacingly, seemingly ignorant to the gun she had pointed to his chest. "Legions of deadly enemies have fallen by my family's hand. What makes you think you stand a chance?"

"You actually believe in your own myth you and your brother created. Nothing lasts always and forever, and certainly not you." She laughed shortly.

"So what are we waiting for?" Elijah thought for a moment, his eyes landing on the large wooden door at the entrance of the cabin. As he glanced back at Aurora, her smile faltered, realising he had figured her out. She smiled nervously, keeping her aim steady. "Niklaus."

"I'm not here to kill Niklaus. I'm only waiting for him to arrive..." she cocked the gun. "So he can watch you die."

"There it is... That look." Elijah began to circle around her, Aurora followed suit, maintaining her aim. "I know it all too well. You think, somehow, I'm responsible for your little breakup. How adorably delusional of you, Aurora. You do realize that you're utterly insane? Niklaus can be resilient, but there's only so much madness even he can take."