Mind over Matter ↠ Elijah Mikaelson

04

Marianne had awoken not too long ago, but nobody had been around. She had tried to escape however the doors were latched shut, something lacing them that made her powers weaker. So she couldn't get through. The windows were the same, only she had been entrapped On the top floor in one of the turret rooms.

Once she had realised nothing could be done, she sat down at a chair and tucked herself under the circular table, trying to act as unfazed as possible as everyone who had kidnapped her filtered in.

She kept herself busy as they had seemed to ignore her sitting there. She removed the silver napkin ring from the white napkin and placed it in the middle of the table. Marianne placed her hand steadily over it, twirling her index finger and watching it spin as if a piece of string had been attached. She turned her head to see if anyone had been watching or if she had caught anyone's attention. No.

So she carried on, her eyes fixating out of boredness, the witch twitched her hand upwards, followed by the napkin ring levitating and then dropping again. She did this so many times she actually found it soothing.

"That's an amazing talent you have there" Elijah had quickly spotted the levitating napkin ring and had walked over to watch her.

"I understand now that you know the truth you will be scurrying back to the De Martel's to tell on me" she didn't look at him properly, Marianne could see him from the corner of her eye and that was all she needed "I cannot hide it; you already knew when I used my magic in self defence"

"I already knew when I laid eyes on you" Elijah said "there is no need to be wary of us, we have just as much right to be wary of you"

She dropped the napkin ring, making a loud clanging noise on the wooden table. Her eyes flickered to everyone who know stared at her.

"I am to be wary of all folk who know what I truly am, for witches in these times are penalised for what is pure nature" she stood up "but here I am, droning on about what I cannot control when I do not even know any of your names"

Elijah almost apologised for their rudeness before he remembered that at one point he was to introduce himself, but she had interrupted. "I'm Elijah de Guise" he started off "these are my brothers, Niklaus, Kol and Finn, alongside my sister Rebekah"

"De guise?" She asked "as in related to the count?"

"His children, to be exact" Elijah added on

"His children?" She answered with a rhetorical question "how interesting" a smile wiped across her face.

"Now tell me Lord de Guise, for you now know one of my many secrets" she began, pacing the room with her fingers linked behind her back "what is yours?"

"I do not follow" Elijah cleared his throat as he suspected her catching onto them.

"You cannot call it an estimation; you admitted it yourself that you sensed I was a witch from the moment you had laid eyes on me" Marianne had finally gained the upper hand, she preferred to have control and with this, she did. "Now I would say you were witches; but I can only feel a small amount in your blood, nor you are wolves..." She looked in Niklaus' direction "well, most of you aren't"

Klaus couldn't look properly into her green eyes, he thought she could see into his sole and see everything about him. He felt so exposed.

"So, you are neither witches nor werewolves and I have spoken to the count numerous times and he has told me he never wished to have children" she spoke quickly with a glint of determination in her eye, this girl new how to talk her way out of things. "It leaves the unsolved mystery of who the hell are you and exactly what are you?"

"You're deluded..." Kol snapped, ready to tear her throat from her body

"Oh I beg to differ" Marianne laughed in triumph, watching how the family had not moved for fear of being revealed.

She sighed and pulled her lip between her teeth, knowing that what they must be hiding was something of great importance to them. But she had to know and she wasn't going to get it out of them the way she was going. Marianne remembered who she was, fiancée to the man who had slaughtered many witches and was heir to the legacy his father had created.

"You all cannot blame me for wanting to know; you have obviously brought me here because of you all wanting something from me" she said, standing before them and trying to give up the control she had, if she offered them something about herself, maybe they'd own up. "You act like I will run to Tristan immediately, but none of you know I might have an agenda of my own"

Elijah looked at his sister, and she looked back with concern filling her face and lining her forehead. "An agenda of your own?" Elijah then turned back to the girl and asked what everyone else was thinking, falling right into her plan of action.

"Do you all honestly believe, I, a witch would not flea the hell that has been created for us to a place where I can freely practice magic?" She asked as if it were common sense "you all think I stay because I'm in love with the man who sent half of my coven to die"

"I'm not here to marry Tristan" she shook her head "I'm here to kill him"