SHE PROMISED ( the originals )

0065. SO MY FAMILY'S TURNING ON THEMSELVES... FANTASTIC...

SHE PROMISED
( part two, chapter sixty-five )

ELLE HAD BEEN RELATIVELY QUIET since Klaus left, and she couldn't find it in herself to speak. She didn't know Aiden, but she wished she did; apparently both him and Josh were in a happily committed relationship, and he was rather sweet. It broke her heart to know that someone close to her family was gone, and by the hands of her own brother. She still couldn't understand how Klaus could do something like that, as if it was second nature. Though, she supposed, it was second nature for him; killing and hurting for vampires and hybrids was so simple, like they'd been born to do it.

Wait... what was she thinking? This was her brother she was talking about. They hadn't always been like this; once they had been innocent and kind and good. Now they were like monsters 一 no, they are monsters. She shouldn't be thinking such harsh things about him, but she couldn't find it in herself to stop. Aiden's blank eyes and bloodied form was permanently ingrained in her head, as if the image had been tattooed under her eyelids. She understood that what Klaus was doing for the good of his daughter, but was killing trusted people really the way to go?

Her phone ringing made her jump out of her thoughts. She pulled it out of her pocket, and saw that it read Rebekah's name. Arching a brow, she clicked the ANSWER button and placed it to her ear. "Hey," she greeted, clearing her throat. Her voice was still shaky from earlier. "What's going on?"

"Where are you?" Rebekah asked.

Good to hear from you too, Elle thought. She looked around and saw that she had walked pretty far from the jazz club, and was walking amongst the tourists. "I'm close to home," she said. For some reason, calling the Abattoir home in that moment felt odd. It was probably because of its name... "Why? What's wrong?"

Elle could hear some shuffling going around in the background, before Rebekah answered. "It's nothing," she said, "just wanted to know where you were. See you soon." Immediately, her sister hung up.

The witch pulled the phone back from her ear, staring at her screen. The clock read that it was pretty late, and she raised a brow again. "Okay, that was hella weird," she muttered to herself, then slid her phone back into her pocket. She wasn't sure what compelled her sister to call her randomly, asking where she was of all things. Typically, when her siblings called her, it was telling her to get to some place to help them with some thing because the fate of the world depended on it or whatever. Since discovering who she was (which is still messing with her; if you think she's handling this easily, you're so wrong), most of her phone calls and texts have been about the troubles surrounding her family. To be quite honest, it was exhausting.

While she loved being a Mikaelson 一 for she finally found out who she was 一 she absolutely loathed the fact that they were always in danger. Elle and her siblings couldn't rest for even a single day without someone coming in and threatening their safety. It would be rather nice if they could go at least a week without someone saying that they'll damn all the Mikaelsons to hell and slaughter them while they sleep and blah, blah, blah. Damn it, it was irritating.

Maybe one day, when she was older (that is if she did get older), she could live happily with her family without any threats. For a moment, she imagined a happy life where they didn't have to deal with the supernatural and the fighting and bloodshed. All the trauma they all endured hadn't occurred, and they lived with plenty of love and joy. Maybe she'd even have a child or two... Elle almost laughed at it; it sounded like a stupid, idyllic child-like dream.

When she finally reached her home, the Abattoir just a block away, Elle released a long sigh. She ran a hand through her hair, her fingers bumping into the red feather earring. Before she stepped inside, she touched the soft material. Stephanie had given it to her all those years ago, and she still had it to this day. Elle smiled fondly. She didn't very often think about Stephanie, she was always so busy now, but she did miss her. The older woman was something of a mother figure to Elle, despite her only being in her life for about a year. God, what would Stephanie think if she saw her now? Perhaps she'd be proud and happy that Elle finally found her family — but would she be happy if she found out who Elle's family was?

Shaking her head, Elle stepped into the Abattoir with her lips mashed together. "Rebekah?" she called out, craning her head around as she walked across the courtyard. "Elijah? Nik?" No one responded to her, and she huffed. "Helloooo? I'm home!"

She nearly froze at the sight before her. Once she stepped into one of the sitting areas, she caught sight of the coffin in front of her. As she stepped closer, she saw that it was Klaus inside, a golden dagger stuck in his chest. She nearly tripped over herself as she stepped back, and her back crashed against someone's chest. Turning around, she saw Elijah standing in front of her with his hands at his sides.

Elle flicked her eyes back and forth between the scene, lips parted in shock. "What the hell happened?" She jutted her thumb behind her. "What is going on?"

"It was necessary 一" Elijah started, but his younger sister cut him off.

"Necessary my ass!" Elle shouted at him. "You daggered our brother, all for what? Don't you realize that this is part of Dahlia's plan, making us turn on one another?" She pressed her hands against her face and growled.

"He was becoming a liability, and we needed to protect Hope," Elijah said, and Elle let out a scoff. "I thought you would understand."

The witch shook her head. "Well, duh, I want to protect Hope but not like this." She looked back at Klaus, lips pressed together at the sight of her brother in the coffin. She wanted to scream and shout, to punch something, but she couldn't find it in herself to do anything. "You know... I thought you wanted to be a better person than the assholes who made us what we are. But this..." Elle shook her head once more, biting her lip. "How am I supposed to trust any of you?" With that, she turned on her heel and stormed up the stairs to her room.

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