FALLEN | THE ORIGINALS

2.9 | Weddings Are Hectic

[ Chapter Thirty ]

     ELIJAH SHOT UP from the floor several minutes after his collapse. He claimed that everything in the Big Easy was fine, that everything with Finn had been dealt with, but Raylynn knew the truth. She knew that everything was far from fine, and things would only get worse if the resurrected man did not meet his end, and fast.

     The next day, Raylynn and the rest of the safe house crew were still cooped up inside the large farm house. She and Cami agreed that they needed a bit of fresh air, as well as Hope, so they planned to visit a nearby town. Not incredibly dangerous, but they would have to be on the lookout for anything suspicious.

     Raylynn practically skipped down the stairs in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. She moved into the living room and found Cami playing with Hope on a blanket spread across the floor. The two women exchanged smiles as the huntress moved through the open space and into the kitchen. She found Elijah behind the island counter, wiping off a skillet to place on the warmed stove.

     "Please tell me you are making something other than scrambled eggs." Raylynn pleaded, stepping forward to lean against the granite countertop across from the Original. "I love them, but there's only so much I can take."

     A light grin spread across his lips. "And what would you prefer?"

     Raylynn pondered the thought. "How about some French Toast? Haven't had that in years."

     Elijah nodded. "That can be remedied." He moved over to the stove and set the clean skillet onto one of the burners. He then grabbed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and a loaf of bread set further down the counter.

     "Sweet. I would try to make it myself, but..." Raylynn was cut off by a loud bang in the living room followed by Hope's shrill cry. She and Elijah quickly ran from the kitchen and through the door to find Hope on the floor crying with a broken figurine next to her.

     Elijah strode over to the young child and scooped her up into his arms. He cradled her crying form, inspecting a small bleeding cut on her forehead.

     "Oh!" Cami exclaimed, pushing herself from the floor where she crouched next to Hope. "She yanked the tablecloth and the knick-knack fell on her!" She said, watching the Original bounce the child to stop her cries. "It's just a scratch."

     Raylynn closer to the man and examined the wound. Cami was right, it was just a little scratch, nothing that needed immediate medical attention. She looked up to meet Elijah's worried gaze, or what she expected to be worry, but instead she found his stare at nothing in particular.