The Broken Stag {Elijah Mikaelson}

Chapter Three

*Ophelia* 

I awake with a warm blanket around me and a soft ray of sunlight seeping in from the window from behind the curtain. A push back the fuzzy royal blue blanket quietly getting out of bed. I tip toe across the cool wooden floor, gently cracking the door and peering out into the hallway. The sunlight shines brightly in the hall, giving it a warm, inviting sensation. I take in a deep breath bravely venturing out into the hall. I make my way down the grand staircase, observing the intricate details of the house. The house is well preserved almost like a museum exhibit, decorated in the finer things of a century ago yet still maintained a modern touch. Colored will pale blue, red, gold, and white the place held this regal charm. I round the corner finding myself in a ruby red room, with golden trim. It is furnished with dark wood work furniture, two tan chairs, and a light brown leather couch.  I hear a small gush a wind behind me, which causes me to quickly glance behind me shoulder. See no one there I return my attention to the room, only to jump back at the sight of a presence in front of me. He stand about five inches above me, wearing dark jeans and a grey shirt. His dirty blonde hair is short and curled, and his eyes are a dark blue which stands out against his pearl like skin. The bottom part of his face is covered in thin blonde beard, which causes his pink lips to stand out greatly. He has delicate yet masculine features, a triangular face that hold a thin nose, small slightly arched cheekbones, and a small faint crease in his chin. 

"And who do we have here?" He questions with a very noticeable British accent. 

I back away, turning around to only have him appear in front of me. He roughly grabs my shoulders.

"Would you mind explaining to me how you got in my home? And I would talk fast love, I'm running low on patience."

I open my mouth, only to have him cut me off. "No matter, I guess you weren't an entire waste." 

Deep black veins crawl up to his eyes, which quickly transforms into a black pool with shimmer golden center. He pushes my head to side, the tips of his fangs graze my neck when a voice causes him to pause.

"I would prefer if you didn't make a meal out of my guest."

I peer behind him to see Elijah. The man looks to me, eyes back to a normal dark blue. A lopsided smile making it's way to his lips.

"Forgive me brother, I didn't realize that she was yours."

"She is not meal ticket Klaus." Elijah states.

"A house pet then?" He turns around glancing at me. "My she is a pretty one, but then again you always did have a taste for the finer things in life." 

Elijah's jaw tenses, his gaze is hard as he stares at Klaus.

Klaus smirks. "It's seems I've struck a nerve." He turns to me, quietly circling me, looking me up at down. "Tell me brother, how long have you been hiding this gem from me."

"I haven't been hiding anything from you Niklaus."

He stops behind me, quickly grabbing my neck and pulling me against his chest. He brushes my hair to the side resting his head against my shoulder. 

"Then you wouldn't mind if I treat myself, I am feeling quiet peckish."

Elijah steps forward, Klaus moves back tighten his hold.

"Careful brother, you wouldn't want something to happen to the poor girl."

"I feel that your childish game with a human life is barbaric. I will only ask you once Niklaus, release her."

Klaus chuckles remove his hand and pushing me towards Elijah, he easily catches me helping regain my balance. 

"Seeing as I am trying to seek your forgiveness from my last mistake, I shall let you keep your little toy awhile longer."

"If you call purposely shoving a dagger threw my heart a mistake-"

Klaus groans. "Oh what can I do to shut you up about that?"

"I want you to promise me that you will not hurt or kill the girl."

Klaus rolls his eyes. "Very well, but I expect to hear no more of this whole staking business."

His eyes drift to me. "I suppose I should learn your name love, seeing as you will be our guest for awhile."

"Ophelia." 

A small smirk tugs on his lips as his eyes fill with amusement. "Now this just got interesting. We have in our possession the very human the whole French Quarter is looking for."

I give a quick look to Elijah, however his brown eyes were glaring at Klaus. He chuckles heading out the door.

"Sorry about the attempted murder love. Note for future reference, don't every cross me."

When Klaus was out of the room Elijah gently rest his hands on my shoulders. 

"Are you alright?" I nod and he continues. "I apologize for my brother he can be a little." He pauses looking for the proper word. "insensitive."

He looks down at me for a moment before quietly clearing his throat. "Come, you must be hungry."

I quietly follow him to the kitchen. 

"Anything it particularly?"

I shake my head. "No." He quietly goes to the fridge. "I never thanked you for well, everything." 

He turns around setting a small bowel of fruit in front of me on the island, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

 "It was my pleasure."