Nothing Is Original |*| Elijah Mikaelson-The Originals Fan Fiction

Chapter 19: Misfortune and Reunion

I'm sorry this one took a while to update, I had a TON of tests and homework due yesterday, and I had no time on the weekends :(

But here it is! Hope you all enjoy it!

Just a heads up, the story is ending in about one or two chapters, sorry! And... There won't be a sequel. Again, SORRY! I have no more ideas, though. But I'll be working on my other books, so I'll be updating them. The chapters are way longer, though. But what's wrong with a good long story?

Anyways, enjoy!!

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Ding!

The doors slid open to reveal a hallway of storage units that looked like garages. The orange doors had number plates on them.

Rebekah marched out of the elevator without hesitation. "Damon!" She called loudly. I feared he would hear her. "Damon, where are you?"

I felt a creeping feeling crawl around through my skin. Alaric was around. It made me shiver.

"Damon, this isn't funny," she projected. We walked down one of the rows. Her voice echoed throughout the building. I kept my breathing to a hush, so Rebekah couldn't detect my fear. Or Alaric, for that matter.

I touched her arm, and she spun around. My finger went to my lips to keep quiet. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, but I shook my head, holding my finger to my lips still.

Suddenly, we were both whipped back with a hand on our mouths. I gasped under whoever's hand it was as we were spun around to face them.

"Rebekah, Ally," the familiar voice whispered. "Shhhh." I immediately relaxed. My eyes stared into familiar icy blue eyes. His hands came off our mouths.

Damon pointed down a row of 1000s. He nodded to us, silently telling us to speed down. We obeyed and flashed to near the end of the row.

Here we stood in front of the unit labeled 1020. There was a lock on it, and I had an idea. I used my witchy powers and strength to breath the lock silently. Rebekah opened the door, revealing a coffin.

Klaus's coffin.

My eyes widened a little. It was true. He was desiccated. Rebekah gasped softly, but Damon flashed inside the room.

He quickly planted his hands on the coffin and hauled it out. Both Rebekah and I did that same.

Pushing it down further rows, my hearing picked up movement. I pushed the casket faster, urging them to speed up.

When we got outside, I could no longer detect movement around us. The wheels on the coffin rolled smoothly as we came to the car.

But all joy was short lived.

A figure appeared and yanked back Rebekah. I whirled around to see her head get smashed against the car. My eyes widened. It was Alaric.

He grabbed her roughly and threw her body to the ground. My hands gripped the polished wood as Damon went for Ric. He rushed towards him, but Alaric kicked his foot at Damon and sent him backwards.

My heart slammed against my chest as Ric approached me. He had a look of hatred on his face.

"Step away, Alice," he growled a warning. I stepped around fearfully, putting the opening side of the coffin towards me.

I gripped the wood protectively. "No," I stated with clear diction. My voice was unwavering. It seemed to anger Alaric.

"Move, now, before I come and kill you," he snarled, advancing towards me. I felt a rush of anger.