He had left not too soon after their conversation, him promising that he would return with something that would help her, but also with more information of the war that had been brewing for years because of his brother.
The Hybrid.
His return to the plantation house was bittersweet, unsure of how his brother would react but knowing that in this moment there was a type of disappointment that had spread through his being that his brother would so carelessly pawn away him for the sake of his allegiances. But he also couldn't find it in him to be particularly furious about the situation, for he knew who Niklaus was, and what he would do to get what he had wished. What he had done for over five hundred years to get his hands on Katerina Petrova.
His welcome, like he intended, was a mixture of emotions, happiness from Rebekah, shock from his brother and a sort of anger from Hayley, her upset that he had left and he wanted to interject, to tell her that he had no intentions of leaving her behind with his family. But he knew that in this moment he had to be a man of very few words, that not every action needed a reaction and in this moment this was one of those times. ' Do forgive me . ' he spoke, the only words he had spoke as he looked down at her, the same protective feeling he had felt for the witch flooding through him for the wolf in front of him who had carried his brothers child.
His brothers child.
And oh, the envy that he had felt for that, the longing that he had for a family of his own was being pressed in his face. To see his brother who had caused countless merciless killings, Bourbon Street having been bathed in blood by his own rage, have a child tugged on his heartstrings, a sense of jealousy having moved through him treacherously. To have a little one that for over a century he had hoped for himself and he had grown to the conclusion that no matter what, no spell, no potion, nothing would allow him to be able to have what he had wanted the most.
His Own Family.
He told his family of the stories he had heard from the witch, how he had been held up in an attic, but to not be touched as he noticed the mischievous glint in his brothers eyes when he had spoke of the immense power that had been held within her. Elijah had swore that nobody would hurt her, that he would do whatever he could to keep her safe, and he even intended that against his brother. No, he would never betray him, never stab him in the back but he had been a man of honor, a man of his word and if he had severed that promise the second that he had stepped out of her confines, everything about him would be based on lies.
' I plan to help her. She has this ... problem and I want to see it contained. '
He tried to tell himself that he had only wanted to help her for her own gain, but he had to be selfish, he had to be calculated. Hayley wasn't able to leave New Orleans, and the magic that had been kept within the witch would destroy the city, bringing it level with nothing left in the wake of her destruction. To control her power, to teach her how to handle it would keep his family safe, would keep Hayley safe.. To keep the little one safe. The little one. His brothers little one. And he had to keep reminding himself of that, the little one that Hayley carried wasn't his.
' Then I am coming with you. '
His brothers voice had echoed through the study as Elijah turned elegantly, fingers pressed to the top of a chair, chin turned down for a moment as a smirk had pulled on his lips, gaze moving to meet his brothers. ' Absolutely not. ' he mused, fingers now tapping on the chair as he moved carefully, paced in front of Niklaus, head canted as eyebrows furrowed. ' She doesn't know anything about you other than what Marcellus had told her. Now, how willing would she be able to open up if you were in the room ? Hmm ? ' There was a look of dissatisfaction from his brother and he continued to argue, but Elijah had effortlessly waved him off, speaking of keeping her trust and not wanting to ruin whatever bond he had with her in that moment. No, he didn't intend to use her as a weapon, his intention was to keep someone who had that much power from becoming a weapon against him or his family.
A few hours pass and Elijah is held up in his study, his mothers Grimoire placed in front of him, lithe digits carefully flipping through pages as he tries to think of the perfect spell to help the witch out. His intentions pure, but also wondering if having her learn a spell that could help his family would be something he'd be able to manage for her. His eyes are scanning over an unlinking spell, palm moving to his cheek to rub harshly for a moment before he catches glimpse of blonde and then the click of heels walking into the room, a glass in hand. Rebekah.
' Seems you have Niklaus in quite the mood, brother. '
She spoke, annoyance lingering in her tone as she lifted crystal to her lips and took a sip of the scotch that had been within the cup, head canted slightly before digits had rested the glass on the table. His attention was caught between the page and his sister that had sat on the desk now, watching as she had pushed the glass over to him. A deep breath had escaped his lips as he leaned back in the chair, hands folding neatly in front of him as he quirked an eyebrow in her direction.
' His behavior is often quite temperamental. This alliance ... ' a beat. ' that I am working on with the Claire witch could end the war . '
His words were precise, perfectly positioned as if he had been waiting for someone to ask him about it, to talk about the situation with Klaus when they had spoke of the Harvest Festival . Elijah had always been one to allow people to know what he had believed should be done, and he wasn't one who had allowed it to be up to debate. He was calculated, meticulous and he was the type who already knew the possible outcomes before even taking the first step into things.
' You care for her --. '
Rebekahs words were cut off by the flick of his finger, lips parting before curling into a smile, a glint of mischief catching her eye before his expression turned hard, protective in a sense. His sense of duty laying with the baby, his blood family, their new beginning. Yes, he had wanted to keep the girl safe, she was just a kid in the war that was raging in New Orleans, but when push comes to shove, his family would always come first.
' I care about keeping that baby safe, and if getting the witch on our side by keeping my word and helping her control her magic ...' his words stopped for a moment as he reached out for the glass on the desk and tipped it so the remaining liquid had slipped into his mouth and down his throat, tongue licking his lips and placing the glass down on the desk. ' then i'm going to do whatever it takes . '
( A.N. A little bit of Elijah perspective in this chapter. More of an idea of what is going on with the Mikaelsons ! Thank you to everyone who reads xoxo )
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Fanfic' you said you were not afraid of anything. ' eyebrows furrowed as he spoke to her, not mocking but a general curiosity. ' to be completely honest, Elijah. i'm afraid of everything. myself included. ' ...
