𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 x Klaus Mikaelson

Eighteen

"Us girls have got to stick together."

"YOU DON'T HAVE to be Sherlock Holmes to know the obvious. Our secret weapon has escaped." Klaus said, and I didn't dare look up from where I sat on the couch. I was avoiding eye contact with the two men in front of me at all costs, trying not to let them know that I knew exactly when and why Davina had left.

Along with the fact that it might have been my doing.

Truthfully, I couldn't bring myself to regret telling the girl of Marcel's deceit. She was sixteen, and she shouldn't have been put in a situation where she had to be locked up in a dust coated attic in the first place, let alone kept there for Marcel's personal gain.

He should have used moving her to the compound as an invitation to tell her about Agnes's untimely death, and more importantly that she was safe.

That being said, it wasn't as though I was willing to up and blurt out what I'd done to the two most hot-tempered people I knew.

Marcel retorted, stopping his incessant pacing for a moment, "She wouldn't just leave. She knows the witches want her back."

As if on cue, the suited original—who, to my surprise, wore a white shirt and jacket today—stalked into the room saying, "Her violin is missing. She may have left of her own volition."

Marcy ground his teeth, taking a step forward toward Elijah in frustration, "What did you say to her in the attic?" he asked, pointing an accusatory finger in the Original's general direction. He slowly began walking toward Elijah, talking as he did, "She lied to my face so she could stay up there, thinking that you'd help her control her magic. How do we know that you didn't taker?"

It was at this moment, I took the time to tilt my head back, leaning into the couch, as I brought a hand over my eyes with a groan. "My god, you're all the worst under pressure." I commented.

Elijah replied a bit too calmly to be comfortable, "I have no idea where Davina is or why she ran away." He looked down, then back up. "Can I suggest you take a step back?" The words were so polite, so kind, you never would have guessed there was a threat in them if you couldn't see the glint in his eyes and the slight smile on his lips.

Marcel, wisely, listened. Turning away and walking back toward his previous pacing place.

Elijah continued on with his new found personal space, "I can assure you, I have absolutely no desire to see that child come into harm's way. She's suffered enough with this Harvest ritual nonsense."

Klaus took this as an opportunity to interrupt, pointing the whisky glass in his hand toward Elijah. "That child to whom you refer so affectionately, is the most powerful witch in New Orleans. If she's fled, what's to stop her from destroying us? In fact, what's to stop her from destroying all we've worked for?" he shook his head in denial. "No. If she's not a friend to this family, then she is our enemy."