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' We need to protect her. '

If he had agreed with anything in that moment, it would be that. It would be that his brother had no limits, no boundaries and absolutely no way of reasoning once he had gotten his mind set on something. He had been cleaned up, he had suffered through the worst of the bite and he had been out the door without issue, unaware of the chaos that had taken place downstairs in the middle of the courtyard. Camille had taken Davina home, had told her that she needed to relax and to not make hasty decisions like going after a creature that couldn't die. And even then she had swore that she was going to find a way to kill him.

Such ambition she had, and it would eventually be her downfall.

***

Cami had been asleep, passed out in her bed, and Davina had purposely waited until she was out to leave the apartment. She had wanted to talk to Elijah, wanted to ask how he was for she hadn't the chance to talk to him due to her run in with Klaus, and she had wanted to make sure he was okay. The moon hanged perfectly over the courtyard, showering it in a beautiful hue of blue, and she would had admired the beauty of it if she hadn't been intercepted once again by the Hybrid. Discontent had clouded her features and she wanted to tell him to move, to get out of the way, but she had also hoped that he would come face to face with her, wanted to show him how much power she had and how she could easily take him down. But her distraction was pulled, a voice that she had known almost anywhere had called out to her and her gaze had moved from Klaus to him. To Elijah.

Klaus took that moment of weakness and lurched forward, hands delicately but also with a sense of animalistic tendency, and his teeth sunk into her neck. The scream that had pierced the  male had been something of a victory to Klaus, but something that had seemed to shatter Elijahs heart. He had tried to move fast enough to save her, to stop his brother from doing the damage that he had intended to do. But he was too late, he was always too late. And while Klaus had smirked, a smug look on his features as he drops her to the ground, body lifeless and he can't help but laugh at his brothers easily wounded heart, how he had allowed himself to fall so deeply for their enemy.

But Elijah only sat near her body, the blood still trickling down her neck as he cradled her head on his lap, fingers trailing through brunette locks as he held in whatever emotion he could, to hold back anything that his brother could use against them. ' She had so much to live for. ' His words were stern, hurt but also filled with hatred that Klaus could taste it, causing him to step back a bit. There was a running theme within the family, if you were happy, Klaus would do whatever he could to take it away from you but if you were to try to do the same to him, he'd take you down in a moment. And sure, he wasn't sure how he had felt about the witch, but he had known that the tugging in his chest was something that he couldn't deny. There was something within him that had cared for her.

***
Elijah had sat there as if anticipating a miracle and that had only enhanced the smirk on Klaus' face as he wiped the witches blood from the corner of his mouth, thumb popping in to suck off the remaining. ' she is quite delicious brother. And don't look so sad, you've fallen in love plenty of times, you can always find another. ' the taunting words had Elijah's gaze lifted to his brother, glare now prominent as he carefully laid the females head on the ground and stood, brushing off the dirt from him, posture perfect as he looked at his brother. His face had shown a mixture of emotions; sorrow, anger , anguish. Something he wouldn't realize he would feel with the loss of the brunette but all the emotions that resides within him told a different story.

Elijah was ready to jump, he was ready to pounce on his brother with everything he had but the sound of a cough had pulled him from his anger, from his insatiable need to see his brother suffering and it was as if his heart had leaped out of his chest and back in in one fluid movement. Turning he had seen the female, presumed dead by his brothers ministrations breathing, living. And he had moved over to her, helping her sit up as he rubbed her back softly. A look of terror came over her face as fingers moved to her neck, pulling away to see the blood and anger had wished to rush through her but she couldn't find the strength, no she was weak. Her head rested against Elijah's chest as she exhaled softly, unable to take in the surroundings before losing consciousness again, the only thing keeping the original sane was the sound of her steady heart beating.

There was a look of betrayal and shock that overcame Klaus' face, how the girl was still breathing after what he had done to her. How he had drained every drop of blood I her body, how he had felt the life slip under his own fingers and he had relished in the feel of defeat. But it felt like a stab in the back, the witches had cast a spell, and the only way they could cast one without punishment was —

' See, we knew you'd try something like this. To try and establish dominance and kill her. So your brother and I — . ' Elijah had looked at Marcel and then at his brother and the anger and betrayal became more evident in his features as Klaus had looked at Elijah longer. ' so we got a witch who placed a protection spell on her just in case, and like expected ... ' he gestures to Davina who lay in Elijah's arms, asleep, resting, regaining strength. ' you went after her because she'd rather be her own person than bend under your will. ' Klaus had wanted to argue, but he found himself taken aback by the series of events that he had turned on his heel and stalked off towards his room, most likely to throw a tantrum of sorts.

Elijah had lifted the petite female with ease , nodding at Marcel as he spoke of where he was going to place her, how he'd allow her to recover in his room and they would situate everything after and Marcel wanted to protest but in this moment he knew there was no fighting him. ' I'm staying. ' Marcel spoke firmly, arms crossed over his chest as if to establish his dominance on that matter. ' that's fine, Marcellus, but right now she needs rest. '

***
A few hours pass and she finds herself stirring, struggling, as if something was stuck in her throat. She had tried to clear her throat a few times, trying to open her mouth but all she had felt in that moment was a gagging sensation that overtook her and she woke up in a panic. Elijah sat across the room in an armchair, Marcel asleep in another as if they had been protecting her, watching over her. And her coughing fit had pulled them both to her attention and they had been at her side within a moment. Eyes widened as they looked at her, not quite shocked at her coughing but what she had been coughing up.
Dirt.

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