RESURRECTION • ELIJAH MIKAELSON [ON HOLD]

F O U R T E E N

CHAPTER FOURTEEN; Both

Her heart pounded in her chest from the moment she woke in the car. Hours had passed before she knew it, and Scarlett couldn't remember a single second of it. The last thing she remembered was training with Elijah in Marcel's apartment in the middle of the day, yet now the sky was pitch black and the dashboard clock read the early morning of the next day.

"Elijah," she spoke, her voice shaking, "Where are we?"

"We're going home," he answered, his eyes turning from the road to her. Her eyes were wide and anxious. She was sitting as still as she could be, yet anxiety had frozen her muscles and set her heart rate to extreme heights.

She then turned to study his face, quiet and unnoticed. Lines of worry were etched into his expression, most from the thousand years of life, yet Scarlett saw the prominent worry behind his brown eyes.

"What happened? Why can't I remember nearly anything up until us being at Marcel's apartment?"

Letting out a soft breath, he explained, "You left Marcel's apartment in a bit of a hurry. I tried looking for you, but Camille couldn't find Davina, so I went with her. We found you with her and my father in a cabin." He paused; the images raced in his mind, but the words struggled to form into sentences.

Hearing the name of the Harvest Girl and his returned father confused her. She had only heard of the Claire witch and unknowingly met Elijah's father by accident [in which he ended up killing her]. But she most certainly knew that she wouldn't just be casually hanging out with the two.

"When I found you, you were trying to kill my brother with the white oak stake."

"I was trying to kill Klaus," her eyebrows rose as she repeated him, Her thoughts seemed to be hanging in a form of suspension; she couldn't figure out how she blacked out for an entire night only to be waken with the news that she went on mission to kill an original. The only possible reason could be it was related to the elusiveness of her abilities.

It seemed that everything occurring to her lately had been linked to her yet-to-be-known powers, Scarlett thought. And nothing annoyed her more. She hated not knowing, unaware of what she could do, of the dangers she possessed.

Elijah seemed to have been drawn to the same conclusion, and they both remained quiet. Their racing thoughts of how to obtain answers about her were enough to fill the silence.

It wasn't until they reached civilization did Elijah speak, "I'll take you back to your apartment. It's most likely the safest given Niklaus can't enter. I'm sure he will want to take care of father first, yet it is hard to tell what he plans next."

"Sounds good," she nodded softly. Those were the only words that she could bring to mind.

She didn't wish harm on the hybrid, and a part of her wanted to explain, or at least make an attempt to, the situation, but now wasn't the time.

The car's quiet engine was turned off as Elijah parked in front of her complex. Stepping out onto the curb, it filled her with a welcome sense of relief. Her apartment and Elijah were the only comforting feelings of familiarity she had for the night.

He walked her up the flights to her door, past the unattended lobby. Stepping inside, she invited Elijah in and in which he accepted. Despite the time, neither had sleep on their minds. Their thoughts consumed them enough to keep them up for hours on end.

They settled on her countertop table like the many nights before, and Scarlett spoke, "Now I hope you don't think I'm an alcoholic, but would you like a drink? I hoping to settle my nerves."

Her words brought a small smile to his face and he agreed to one but said, "Scarlett your alcohol consumption could never compare to one of an alcoholic, and you've most certainly never seen the amount some vampires go through. An eternity can seem long without it."

"You're right," she stood from the high chair to grab the bottle of bourbon she stored in the cupboard and continued to pour them both doubles. "I couldn't imagine it though, an eternity."

"It is a bit difficult to adjust to," he replied slowly as he took a sip. He was trying to word it correctly although he didn't feel like that description fit.

"Would you change it," she wondered, "being a vampire?"

She didn't know why she brought it up. Maybe it was the thought that his mother was tied to her magic that lead her to the night she caught both her and Hayley in Lenore's shop, and it brought up the plan Esther had given Hayley and planned to pass on to her children. She knew though, that Esther wasn't simply asking. There was a hidden secret behind the gesture. But the idea made her curious.

"I don't know," he answered truthfully and after a pause. "The benefits seem endless, but then it would mean I would have to leave my family at some point, and I don't think I could do that. No matter how much we fight or appear to hate each other, we will always be there for each other."

She smiled warmly at the thought, realizing that was exactly the relationship with her and her brother. "I feel you. I think Wes and I are exactly like that. I'd do anything for him although I don't think we fight as much."

"You're most likely right," the man grinned. "You both are close."

"We are," the brunette nodded and stirred her half-empty drink. "You should meet him sometime."

"I'd like that. He seems like a good kid."

"He is," she confirmed before a comfortable silence fell between them.

Their moments with few words exchanged were never awkward. Only this one brought them back to the pressing thoughts of Scarlett's ability to disappear within herself and be uncontrollable. Neither wanted to think about it in that moment, but it was inevitable. They didn't know how to control it, and they both had a sinking feeling that only Esther would know how.

Scarlett sucked in a breath after finishing her drink but was stopped by a knock at the door.

Elijah's eyebrows furrowed as did Scarlett's. They both rose from their chairs, yet he motioned for her stay behind the counter.

He approached the door with long, silent strides, and listened. At first, he thought it might be his brother, but the thought was cut short when he heard two heartbeats behind the wooden frame.

Twisting the knob, he only opened it an inch wide, but Scarlett let out a gasp as his body was sent flying towards the opposite wall, sending a loud crashing sound through the quiet air.

She rushed over to the vampire as he fell to the floor, but he was standing on his feet before she could even blink. He moved to guard her from whoever was at the door, "Scarlett, go. Leave through the fire escape or-"

"There will be no need Elijah," came a familiar woman's voice. They watched Lenore and a dark skinned man step into her apartment that suddenly felt a lot smaller. Scarlett didn't recognize the man, yet Elijah did and he froze at her side.

"It's good to finally find you both here," Esther said, her voice warm although her face lacked any hint of kindness. She motioned to the suited man at her side, and he began to utter a spell that debilitated them both.

Scarlett fell to the floor, an immense pain erupting in her head that left her powerless. Sinking to her knees, she tried to will the magic inside her to somehow make it stop, yet it didn't work. All she could do was lie there and watch Elijah, paralyzed under the same spell, be staked by his mother.

She let out a cry as she watched him fall unconscious and Esther began to drag him away with her magic. But it was all then cut to black when the man who would later be known to her as Finn snapped her neck with a single flick of his fingers, leaving the Charleston witch dead in the dark for the second time of the night.

Yikes! It's always one thing after another. lol I feel mean.

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