RESURRECTION • ELIJAH MIKAELSON [ON HOLD]

S E V E N T E E N

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN; Her

"Scarlett, hey, your phone's buzzed like five times," the brunette felt light jab with a hand in her now-awake side along with hearing Camille's slightly annoyed morning voice brought a tired smile to Scarlett's face.

Peering up from the blue comforter that cloaked her head, she reached out for her phone charging on the bedside table and saw Camille still half asleep on the other side of the bed. The image reminded her of the time when they shared the crappy one room apartment back in college, and she didn't know how much she missed the simple normalness of it all until now.

Her eyes then strained to read the words running across her screen, the brightness of it burning her eyes until she adjusted, but a grateful sigh of relief passed her lips when she read the text. "Sam was able to fix the door and the lock," she reiterated the text aloud.

"That's good," Camille mumbled, "I didn't know he was handy with that type of stuff."

"Me either," she responded as she sat up in the bed to send a gracious text to her boss, and from that angle, she could still see the red marking along Camille's neck from when Mikael bit her. "How are you feeling," she then wondered.

"Fine," she answered, peeking her head up and rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes. "And you? I know it's been a few days."

"I'm still worried about Elijah, Cami. And what makes me more anxious is that I have no idea where to start when looking for him," she exhaled, slowly brushing the fallen strands of hair out of her face as a nervous habit.

"Have you tried asking Klaus," she wondered.

"No," she shook her head. "Not yet, I figured that trying to kill him not to long ago isn't a great way of trying to get on his better side."

Laughing lightly, Camille said, "You wouldn't be the first one, but I'll call him."

"What's going on between you two anyway," Scarlett raised an inquiring eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

"Nothing," she proclaimed before faltering, "Or at least, I don't know. It's complicated. Sometimes I wish it just wasn't so much."

"I know," she agreed whilst sighing beneath her arms tucked over her knees. "I'll start making coffee though because I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here."

Rising to her knees, a series of cracks resonated from her stiff muscles, yet she brushed it aside to step into the kitchen. Camille followed her motions moments later to join her as they shared a fast breakfast. But once Scarlett was showered and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to counter the summer heat, she said good-bye with every intention to find Klaus and then Elijah.

She was beyond determined to get him back; every image from the night that Esther took him haunted her whenever she closed her eyes.

Striding towards the Mikaelson compound, she was caught off guard on arrival when she collided rather ungracefully with an exiting Klaus. His apparent frown already presented his disliking of her presence, yet she wasn't discouraged.

She sucked a quick breathe before declaring, "I want to help you find Elijah."

"No," he stated flatly. "I've gone around about this with Hayley already, and I most certainly won't with you." His accent became more accentuated as his voice rose.

"How come," she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as a mirroring scowl creased between her eyebrows. If Elijah were there, he would comment on how scarily alike their features matched, only Scarlett's temper proved to be much more resisting.