The Originals

8

After explaining that Genevieve and the ancestors were somehow blocking her from magically locating her friend, we began to form a plan.

Everyone-excluding Niklaus and Davina- thought I should be more rested or eat something before I go out and help. That being said, I ignored them and continued to help anyways.

The plan was set. I draw out Genevieve and Klaus sneaks from behind to get into her head, then kill her. But instead of us going to her, she came to us.

She started picking us off, one by one. Throwing every vampire into a wall, me literally crashing threw one and onto more cement ground. Then the bitch stood head to head against Davina.

Pieces of the wall were on my body, making me unable to stand and help the teenager. Looking around as best as I could, I saw Marcel's neck snapped, the originals pinned to walls and heard the three wolves upstairs wondering what to do.

Slowly, I remove each piece off of me and see Davina and Genevieve fighting with each other. Each trying to knock the other down.

Hesitantly, I sneak behind Genevieve, and quickly place my hands on either side of her head taking in all the information I could. When I got what I needed, I bit into my wrist, shoving my blood in her mouth.

"A flick of the wrist and you'll be dead," I said as she stood back in horror at my actions. "I recommend you run before I am quickly in the mood to kill you."

She listened, running away as the Mikaelson family fell to their knees, slowly standing up and walking towards me.

"Well? What did you see?" The teenage girl asked impatiently.

"Your friend, Josh. He's fine. I know where he is," I said then sped up to the three in the study.

"Are you okay?" Olly asked.

"Go to hell," I spat. "I got into the witches head, and you wanna know what I saw? I saw you kidnapping a vampire and trapping him in the log cabin. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You're wrong, you have to be," Hayley said from the couch.

"Well, I'm not. Olly, go get him and bring him back. I swear to god if you don't, I will kill you," I threatened.

He nodded his head ashamed, then left with Davina on his heel. I walked out of the quarter needing some air and went to the bar. After having some drinks and some fun, Elijah came and sat across from me at a booth in the bar.

I smiled politely, waiting for him to speak.

"You told Oliver and Jackson that your memories from the past three weeks are missing. Would you like me to go through your head an see if I can recover them?" He asked.

"Considering the fact I just went through a mental witches head to retrieve her memories, no thank you. You don't need to see what goes on in my head," I replied taking a sip of my drink.

"If you ever change your mind, let me know," he smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I won't."

He sighed at my response then stood, extending his hand to me. I gently took it, and he led me to an abandoned building just outside of New Orleans.

He pulled up two chairs, one for each of us. After sitting, he explained that in order for me to fully trust him again, I should go through his memories.

"You're freakin insane," I said standing. "Do you think that if I do this I will change my mind about you going through my head?"

"Perhaps, but I do trust you. You should-"

"Elijah, I'm sorry but that's invading your privacy. So no thank you," I said standing. As I begin to walk out, he raced in front of me, causing me to freeze.

"It's not invading someone's privacy if they gave you permission," he whispered slowly grabbing my hands. "Go ahead."

"Elijah-"

He interrupted me by placing my hands on his head and closed his eyes. I gave in, closing my eyes as well.

Memories began running through my head as I see his life rushing by. It stopped, landing on one of us.

We were having lunch. Just the two of us, the restaurant empty. No one in sight. We were having a great time.

Suddenly it changed to one of me in a library.

I was studying and taking notes for one of my classes. I looked up and saw a man who literally took my breath away.

Smiling, I waved slightly then went back to my book.

I pulled away, running to the other side of the room. As I stare at Elijah in disbelief, he looks up at me, with...sorrow? Or something else in his eyes.

"How do I not remember those?" I questioned in disbelief.

"I compelled you to not remember them," he said slowly walking towards me.

"But I turned. When you turn, you get your memories back. How come I didn't get those memories back?"

"I compelled you to not remember until I have them back to you."

In disbelief, I ran out and into the middle of the quarter. After trashing the small bar and the entire place, I heard someone behind me.

Whipping around, I see Klaus and he has a strange look in his eyes. He hesitantly walks towards me, removing the stake I didn't even realize I was holding, out of my hand and away from my chest.

He dropped it to the ground, then pulled me into a hug. I collapsed in his arms, beginning to cry like the big wimp I am.

We dropped to our knees, Klaus still holding onto me. Then I felt him, he began to pick through my mind until he found what he wanted.