1907
It was a sunny afternoon in the rural town that laid in the south of france. It has been a few years since Klaus and Rebekah had joined their elder brother Elijah and the love of his life, Cecelia Salvatore. The four had not left france yet since everyone loved the country a lot. They had moved from city to city though, always afraid that their father would show up one day. They didn't know where their other siblings stayed but they were content just being with each other.
Elijah was currently looking outside of the window, a wine glass filled with blood in his hand. He had grown his hair out a bit but it was gelled back to give him a sleek look. As usual, he was dressed in a suit. Next to him his sister appeared, wearing in a heavy looking dress and hair hair up in a bun. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest and her gaze was also focused on the window.
"Are you afraid our brother is gonna stab your small girl with the end of his brush or why are you watching them like a hawk?" she asked, pointing to the view outside the window.
From the window the garden of the house could be seen. Currently, Celia and Nicklaus were in the middle of said garden, standing in front of a canvas. The Original was showing the girl how to improve her paintings upon her request. Ever since she was a vampire the girl had the freedom to do what she wanted, a privilege she had last had in Mystic Falls. To feel connected to her roots again she had started to join in her old interests again, the Michaelsons joining her here and there.
Elijah sighed as he watched how Klaus shook his hand and grabbed a brush out of Celias hand while telling her something. The female vampire replied by hitting Klaus shoulder, making the Original laugh.
"I'm just bathing in guilt," Elijah said ominously while he turned away from the window to fix himself a new drink.
"For what do you feel guilt?" Rebekah asked as she furrowed her brows and followed him.
Elijah sighed anew as he avoided his sisters burning gaze.
"It's just..." he began, leaving his words hanging in the air as he felt too foolish to say them out loud.
"Tell me, brother," Rebekah spoke softly, her hand resting against her brothers backs.
"I-... All I ever wanted was for us to be like we're now..to be a family. Yet everytime I see Nicklaus and Celia together I can't help but feel just slightly repulsed," Elijah spoke, gaze finally shifting to his sister.
"It's okay to feel that way, Elijah. Especially given your shared history!" Rebekah stated as she came to hug her brother.
Outside of the house Klaus smirked as he turned his head from the canvas in front of him to Cecelia,
"Everyone claims you to be oh so sweet yet you take quite the pleasure in torturing my brother like this, young Salvatore," the vampire spoke, referring to the conversation he just eavesdropped on. Celia laughed while she took the brush back that Klaus had stolen from her.
"Sometimes you have to show a man that your universe doesn't revolve around him," she said deviously as she began to paint again.
Klaus rolled his eyes at her,
"If I get caught between one of your fights with my brother I'm taking Rebekah and fleeing this continent. You scare even me when you're angry, love," he declared, shaking his head as he silently judged her technique.
Celia laughed out loud,
"You know the Italian fire," she simply stated.
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Always And Forever | Elijah Mickelson
FanfictionUpon the revival of Stefan and Damons sister, Cecelia Salvatore, the dynamics in Mystic Falls are forced to change as the girl that was believed to be dead seems to be involved with more than just one Original. How will her brothers react to her inv...