RESURRECTION • ELIJAH MIKAELSON [ON HOLD]

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CHAPTER SIX; Her

"I don't understand. Why would she just pack up and leave," Scarlett asked, pacing the length of the loft in sneaker covered shoes. Each step made a slight padding sound resonate through the apartment, the only other noise being the quiet breathing of her, Camille, and Elijah. She couldn't sit still. Every fiber of her being shook with a sense of uneasiness, but even the word uneasiness couldn't fully describe the feeling.

Her head spun in circles. She could barely believe that all of the monsters, vampires, werewolves, and witches, that her parents would tell her about as Halloween legends and folklore were real, let alone her being one of them.

"That's what I've been trying to figure out for all this time," Elijah said, their eyes meeting across the room as he stood by the couch.

"I'm sorry, Elijah. I wish I could help, but I don't really know much about my family," Scarlett apologized. She could see the desperation laced in his eyes, and she couldn't help but feel curious about it was well.

"It's alright, Scarlett," he nodded, "I was just wondering. I'm sorry to have brought you into all of this."

"That wasn't your fault," Scarlett stated.

"I can't believe Klaus," Camille shook her head, a look of annoyance plastered on her face. "I can't believe that he- that he killed you." Even the words were hard for Camille to say, let alone any of them begin to understand how Scarlett could somehow revive herself after her heart had stopped.

"Me either," Elijah agreed, "He has become incessant ever since Hope."

The room soon fell silent at the mention of the lost child. Scarlett could sense the immense sadness overfill the air, yet she couldn't understand their grief. She had never experienced the loss of a child nor knew of the Mikaelson family, but she knew that a loss was tragic no matter the circumstances.

"Could Florence do whatever I somehow did," Scarlett suddenly asked, her mind in a constant battle of racing questions and analysis of the darkness she saw not even a full day ago.

But she could read Elijah's answer before he even spoke. The confused furrow in his eyebrows gave it away.

"No," he answered quietly, shaking his head, "Not that I know of."

With her thoughts still racing, she began to pace the apartment once more, her hands rising to her temple in an attempt to ease the ever growing headache. "This is insane! I'm suppose to work at the bar, eventually do something with my physical training degree, open a gym hopefully, and spend time with Wes! I never even believed witches, vampires, and werewolves existed. How the hell am I supposed to be one?"

"Scar, I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll figure this out," Camille assured, yet Scarlett could read the surprise and uncertainty on her features as well. This was a situation neither of them expected to be in.

As she nodded, her lip fell between her teeth out of nervous habit, but then she glanced up at Elijah. She could see his own thoughts envelope himself as well, yet she couldn't envision how her life could return to normal after this. All she could think about was the worry of Wes knowing, of Wes getting hurt. And that scared her the most.

"We're going to help you Scar, no matter what," Camille assured, and Scarlett couldn't help but feel a strong sense of appreciation and love for her friend yet the uneasiness remained.

"Yes Scarlett," Elijah affirmed, taking more steps toward her to join her and Camille at lookout point of the apartment, "I want to help you figure this out as much as possible, but only if you want to too."