Hidden | Elijah Mikaelson |

0.9 The Keggar

I woke up with a splitting headache, but it was better than the alternative—as in, being actually dead—so I wasn't complaining. The morning sun was beginning to creep through the white drapes and warm up the large room I was in. I rolled over and grabbed my phone that was on the nightstand, scrolling through the dozens of messages Cami had sent me. Most of them were asking if I was alive and okay, with a few here and there about how she was going to kill Klaus for not responding to her. I quickly texted her I was fine and I'd call her back once I got home.

I threw the covers off of me and frowned at my bloody clothes. These were my favorite pair of jeans and they were absolutely ruined from all the blood and cuts from the glass. I should've changed last night before I went to sleep, but I was so tired I could barely open my eyes, much less stand up. I noticed a white lace tank top and a black pair of jeans folded neatly at the end of the bed. I didn't have a change of clothes here so I guessed these were either Hayley's or Rebekah's. I picked them up and headed into the bathroom to shower, making sure to lock the door behind me. I didn't want just anyone walking in and Klaus had a knack of bursting in on me at the most inappropriate times.

I took my time, relaxing in the steaming hot water coming from the shower head. The water at my house didn't get nearly this hot and it felt great. After I washed my hair and body, I got out and wrapped the towel around me, starting to dry off. I could hear Klaus' familiar voice downstairs, and, like usual, he didn't seem happy about something. I quickly dried my hair as much as I could and changed into the fresh clothes before grabbing my phone and walking out.

Klaus, Elijah, and Marcel were all surrounding something in the courtyard. I walked down the stairs, trying to see what it was, before my eyes widened. "What the hell?" I demanded, drawing their attention to me, and walked towards them.

"Ah, the dead has arisen," Klaus commented while rolling his eyes.

"What is this?" I ignored him, motioning in front of me. It was a dead Papa Tunde, with a scar around his throat from where someone had slit it. He was lying in the middle of some symbol made out of salt, his "mark" or whatever the witches called it.

"A dead witch," Klaus remarked dully.

I shook my head at him, "Yeah, I can see that. I want to know why he's dead."

"Well, get in line sweetheart," he replied. "Elijah here was just trying to figure out the same thing." Klaus glanced down at him. "Can I get you anything, brother? A magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps?"

"You have a theory that you liked to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah asked him, growing tired of his brother's sarcastic remarks.

"Back in the day, the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep," Marcel told us in confusion.

"It's a rather large and ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" Elijah sighed.

"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease. Almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be their prized fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?" Klaus wondered, scratching his head.

"Well, don't you all look cheery," Rebekah announced her arrival and joined our little group. "Listen to this, a girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving her tour of the city of the dead. It was Monique Deveraux."

"What?" Klaus asked sharply.

"The tourists thought it was part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle," Rebekah continued.

Marcel shrugged, "Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly a Harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're gonna get Davina back—kill the witch who took her place." Marcel's voice was full of hope, and I couldn't blame him. Maybe there was a way to get Davina back. We had to at least try, right?