Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

XXV - Poisoned Apples

The video is an animated drawing of William Blake saying the poem that Klaus is reading, "A Poison Tree". :') I thought it was really funny. But then again, I'm a very strange person, so meh. xD

Enjoy!

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Chapter Twenty-Five

"Bekkers!" I called out, rapping my knuckles on her door. "Wake up!"

"I'm awake," she said, and opened the door. "Are you my new wake-up call? Because, if  you are, then you're not doing very well at your job," she smirked. "You're late."

I sighed, rolling my eyes playfully. "Yeah. Okay."

We walked down the stairs together, only to be greeted by a living room filled with classical music and a little vampire reading circle. That, and a dead body on top of a coffee table.

I sighed, shaking my head as I went and sat down beside Klaus.

"So this is what you do the first time we're back together as a family, vampire book club?" Rebekah sighed.

"Reading edifies the mind, sister. Isn't that right, Elijah?"

I rolled my eyes as Elijah replied. "Yes, that's quite right, Niklaus."

"And what's this business?" Rebekah asked, gesturing to the dead girl on the coffee table.

"This is a peace offering," Elijah said, brushing it off like it was nothing.

"I presumed after so much time desiccating in a coffin that my big brother must be a little bit peckish."

"And I explained to my brother that forgiveness cannot be bought," Elijah stated. "I'd simply prefer to see a change in behaviour that would actually show personal growth."

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Nikky, you are truly getting lazy, I hope you know that."

He seemed astonished by what I had said, actually looking away from the poetry book he had been reading. "Me? Lazy?"

"Yes. Lazy. In case you haven't realized, that girl is staining a two hundred year old carpet," I said, swatting him on the back of the head. "Dummy," I muttered, right as Rebekah left and Hayley decided to walk through the living room to go to the kitchen.

"Heyo," I said, walking to the kitchen and hopping up onto one of the stools at the island, while Elijah followed right behind me.

"Hey," Hayley said to the both of us, smiling before continuing to rummage through the refrigerator. 

Rebekah opened the door to the backyard, and Hayley turned to her. "Hey, I know I'm the only one in this house that actually drinks milk, but would it kill any of you to make sure it's on the grocery list?"

"Speaking of which, add bleach," Rebekah said, seeming to be in a rush to get rid of the body. I'd help her get rid of the stain later, but she liked to dispose of bodies. Perhaps she would light it on fire, one of the things she liked most.

"You know, I do hope that these three troublesome people were hospitable in my absence," Elijah said, taking a bag of cereal out of the cupboard.

"Oh, please. I don't know about the others, but you are fully aware that I'm a little angel," I winked at him, to which he chuckled.

"In your absence, as you like to call it, which is a way too polite way of saying that your brother put a dagger in your heart, I have been attacked by French Quarter vampires, I've had to live in a house with a secret dungeon full of coffins, and I was nearly murdered by witches that are convinced that my baby is Lucifer," she looked down as Elijah opened a jug, and I giggled. "Oh. Milk," she continued afterwards. "I've been fine. Your siblings, along with Rose here, are weirdly protective. I know I have you to thank for that."