SHE PROMISED ( the originals )

0011. WOW, THAT GIRL'S ACTUALLY PRETTY COOL

SHE PROMISED
( part one, chapter eleven )

WITH CELESTE'S MAGIC WAS TOO STRONG for Elle to break, Marcel had thanked her for trying and sent her on her way. Elle had beat herself up about it, considering she had the power to break it and the control; to say the least, it was frustrating to her. It was too complex for her, and she had no clue on how to break it. She tried all the spells she could think of, thought of all the physical objects the spell could be using as a binding agent, but as it turns out, the moon happened to be the binding agent. Celeste was a centuries old witch who'd been practicing it since her birth; Elle, however, wasn't. The younger witch had the power, but she did not have the control like Celeste had.

Angrily kicking a rock, Elle let out a frustrated groan. "Damn witches and their stupid spells," she muttered, crossing her arms tightly around her body. She let out another groan, jumping when several streetlamp bulbs shattered, the glass raining down on cars nearby or on the sidewalk. Elle rubbed her forehead.

"Don't let me catch you during one of your temper tantrums," a feminine voice said and Elle turned, jumping at the sound of the voice. It belonged to a pretty blonde girl, a few years older than her, with sad blue eyes. She had her hands in her coat pockets. "You're the Elle my brother has been talking about."

Elle raised a brow before putting the pieces together. "You're Nik's sister, Rebekah." She placed her hands in the pockets of her jeans. "How did, um, the whole thing at the cemetery go?"

"Nik's allowing me to leave the city, alive, thank God," Rebekah said, walking closer to the girl. "I just wanted to meet the young witch my brother adores before I flee."

"Well, I wouldn't say adore but... whatever," Elle said. "And I've been meaning to meet you, I just never had the chance. And despite the fact that we won't be talking long, I'm glad we're getting to know one another. Sorta." She gave a small shrug.

Rebekah smiled at Elle. She could tell why her older brother liked her; she had a strange sort of optimism that was refreshing. Just being around her made Rebekah feel almost good about herself. And yet... there was something about her that was just... familiar. Instead, she just shook it off and said, "I like you, Elle. You're a good influence on Nik."

"Thanks, I guess?" Elle said, giving a nervous laugh. "I haven't really met a lot who've said that."

"I also wanted to talk to you about Nik. He can be cold and manipulative and cruel, but he doesn't want to just be feared; I can tell he's too broken to find it himself. I think that you can help him find himself, that you can bring hope back into his life." She gave Elle a kind smile. "Do not cross my brother. Just be there for him and he will love you like his own."

The witch nodded, her brown hair shaking with her slow movements. "I promise," she said. "He may that monster that people warned their kids about hiding under their bed, but that doesn't mean he has to act like one. Don't worry. I'll watch over your brother for you, Bekah."

The blonde smiled at the nickname; she wasn't really one for nicknames, but she liked it when Elle had said it. Rebekah placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder, Elle nearly jumping at the touch. She squeezed it tightly once before releasing her. "Thank you," she said. "And when Hayley has her child, be there for her. She may be a baby but she is a Mikaelson, and she will inherit each and every one of our enemies."

"You won't have to worry," Elle said.

The Original's lip pulled themselves into a tight grin, lowering her head to look at her toes. She let out a long exhale and said, "I hope to see you again, Elle."

"Me too." She watched as the vampire walked down the sidewalk, passing by the few locals and tourists before turning a corner and disappearing.

"Do you like it?" a little girl's voice asked. It was happy and joyful, still filled with the beautiful innocence of youth.

"Like it? I love it," came another girl's response, this one older and familiar. "It's your finest crown yet, Ellie." A crown made of purple flowers was place atop a blonde hair. "Let's go show Mother, shall we?"

Elle smiled to herself at the memory; it was small but it meant something. She continued standing there for a few moments before she smiled once more and walked down the street.