From another World, meeting you

Being special

Elijah POV:
Pain  blinded everything else,  something had hit me near the heart and  it  hurt much stronger than if it were wood. The sun that  slowly said goodbye burned on the skin and from somewhere someone laughed. "Your vampire can't help you anymore," I heard Juliette say, I felt someone  help me maintain balance and the burning of the sun disappeared. Steps came closer, "He can't help you, so come along," Juliette said, and it sounded to me as if I was underwater.
"I'm not going anywhere! Look for another secret weapon," I heard Ella reply and then everything turned black. 

Ella POV:

Elijah lay behind me on the ground, several holes showed where the cartridges had been smashed and they were most likely  soaked with a poison that had now knocked him out. Juliette could not enter the tomb in which I had brought Elijah. Elijah looked  bad, whatever they had chased into his body, it had not yet reached its full effect.
I could perceive ghosts, they surrounded us and some muttered in other languages that I could not understand,  but they formed a protective wall between me and the witch, who was keen to use my knowledge for himself.
"You must get the cartridge out of his heartnear," said the woman, who was unknown to me, pointing to a wound that was bleeding heavily,I did as she told me and to my happiness and Elijah's the cartridge had not  penetrated too deeply. The cartridge had various engravings, "She tried to destroy the band that is forming" shecontinued, and her hair was blowing like a wind, along with her dress, an old dress that I knew from films that often played around the 18th century. "What kind of tape? What does all this have to do with me?" I asked her, I tried to prevent my voice from betraying my feelings. 

Fear, resignation and a foreboding alternated, and there was concern for Elijah because he looked very bad and did not want to heal the wounds.
He was an original, but I didn't want to be to blame if he died. The Hollow had also achieved the impossible.
"Don't you see it? You can communicate with us, you feel our presence,the letter on your hand is something that is considered a legend, you don't come from this world and yet you're here,"she said, and her dress revolved around her own axis. Cold wind  blew through the tomb, the presence of the spirits became stronger, more and more came as the sun retreated more and more. "Because I can see and hear you, I am something special?" I paused in disbelief. How, please, should I understand this? 
She smiled sadly at me, could she have been a former friend? Someone who had meant a lot to Elijah, but had lost her? 
"Once he is awake, I will show you what you need to know, it is important that you trust in your feeling, that you trust your gift, you will be far more powerful than you ever could dream in your world,"she said for me still in mypuzzles, but I heard her name clearly in my mind  Sofia.

Sofia became transparent and disappeared,from one eyelash she was gone, but the wall of ghosts remained. Their presence alone  chased me shivers over my back and goosebumps formed all over my body. My neck hair straightened up when steps were heard. They approached the tomb,  there were several and judging by the steps, they were men. I couldn't do anything except sit next to Elijah and hope he  would wake up soon, whatever had been in the cartridge, it caused pain. The steps faded, they did not come in our direction. Relief  filled me for a short second, how should I get out of here? Even if Elijah were awake and not injured, most likely poisons were chasing through hisclot,rperhow should I get out of hereand then  live? Without Elijah I had no chance, and even if he was awake and unharmed, I didn't believe he  would help me, because I'm sure he had heard that I knew who he was. Because I had said stupid cow Mikaelsons and not Mikaelson, like Juliette. I really had to learn to hold my big flap.

Elijah POV:

Someone had pulled out the cartridge, I had the feeling that the witches had mixed iron herb with werewolf's poison to put me out of action and get to Ella. They couldn't do the latter because I could feel their bodies next to me. When I tried to move my arm to confirm that I really saw it to the left of me and that was not a fever dream, my muscles did not obey me. My view was too blurry to really see, the light conditions were nuphemno,which I could see them well. "I can't help you get to the other side," I heard her say, who was she talking to?
"I don't even know how I ended up here, how am I supposed to help you?" I heard her say and finally my view cleared up, she sat next to me, facing the exit in the tailor's seat,it was dark  and only a few candles outside, gave some light.

Finally my muscles obeyed me again and I could at least  move my arms,Ella  didn'tt let her know if she noticed anything, but  goosebumps appeared on her skin. "I don't know how to help you," she muttered almost on the verge of despair, could she communicate with ghosts?  Ella  looked tired and  rubbed her temples. "I don't speak  French,you're going to have to look for someone else," she muttered, looking at the ceiling as if there were answers. "Whatdid the witches put in the cartridges?" she muttered, playing with something in her hand. "Come out and I'll tell you," Juliette said, settling across from the entrance to the tomb. With a confident look, she looked at Ella, either she couldn't see that she was partially shielding me, or she didn't care.

"Whatdo you want from me?" Ella wanted to know about her and I could perceive a slight German accent with her, which confirmed her statement that her mother tongue was German. "We want you to help us destroy the Mikaelsons, your gift can help us," Juliette replied,  and Ella shook her head. "I will never help you" was her  reply, and she seemed to want to add something, but remained silent. "You make a mistake," Juliette warned her, to which Ella looked at her. "Why should I help you? You have taken me out of my life! You wanted to "marry" me like a piece of cattle,you ripped me out of my life and that's just because I'm supposed to be so special! Look for someone else whose lives you can ruin, I will never help you,"  she threw at her head, hiding her face in her hands.

Right now I felt the need to take them in my arms, but even though my muscles were obeying me again, I hadn't gained enough strength to touch them. Whatever the mix, it had put me out of action longer than I liked. I hadn't felt as helpless as I am now for a very long time.
Ella had a life and the witches had taken her out of her life,  but soon I was to learn more that would turn not only my life but also Ella's life upside down.