Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

LIII - My Town

Chapter Fifty-Three

It had been nearly a month since that night. And to say that things had changed was an understatement.

Hayley and I had been closer, and I was spending a large amount of time with her whenever she wasn't with the wolves in the bayou. I had been lucky enough to be involved in the night that they drank the remedy that Celeste had given us. I told them that if they became wolves again, I would stop at nothing to help them. But it turned out that I didn't have to, because for once, Celeste wasn't tricking us.

In the time that I had spent with the wolves and Hayley, I had made my peace with Oliver, and I was beginning to grow very fond of Jackson. Oliver wanted to become human, just like the rest of his pack. It wasn't his fault that the witches had tricked him. Though, I still held a small bit of resentment towards him because of the way that he led Rebekah on. As for Jackson, I could see the way that he looked at Hayley. I knew that he cared for her in a way far stronger than Niklaus. I was nearly convinced that he loved her.

Davina had gone back to the witches. I cared about her, she was like a little sister to me. Maybe even a daughter. I was protective over her, and I could see the way that Monique, Abigail, and Genevieve were treating her. So I helped to mentor her when the other's weren't around.

I had also been spending a growing amount of time with Elijah. It would be safe to say that we had become nearly inseperable. We spent almost all of our time together, and we had been trying to create peace with the factions of New Orleans.

Nik was becoming... Distant, to say the least. Genevieve had been bedding him for the past month, and many times, I had to stop myself from going into their room and holding a pillow over her face while she slept. I truly did hate her. I didn't really know why, but I did. Maybe because, deep down, I knew that something bad was going to happen. And it was going to involve her.

"My demons are dead, or chased off," I heard Klaus say as Elijah and I walked into the room. Elijah sighed and picked up Genevieve's heels, holding them in one hand.

"Yes, apart from the one lingering monster with whom you share a bed," he said. "I trust you can find the door."

I was very much relieved when I saw that she wasn't naked, though she was pretty close to it with the very thin and barely covering silk nightgown she wore. She took her shoes, and walked by us, leaving the room.

"You do recall, that woman, tortured our sister?" he said the word 'woman' like she didn't even deserve to be referenced to.

"She also revealed the truth about our sister's treachery," Klaus replied, trying to defend her.

"And as a consequence, Rebekah is gone forever."

"A desire which she apparently harboured for quite some time!"

"It has been a month, Niklaus!" I shouted at him. He was beginning to annoy me greatly.

"We feel Rebekah's loss as deeply as you," Elijah said coldly. "But you must stop distracting yourself with this ridiculous behaviour and channel it into some time of action."

"Why must I, exactly?" Klaus asked, angrily dipping his brush into some paint and beginning to stroke it along the canvas.

"When Marcel was here, the city had a king," I told him. "You wanted this throne. You are the king, now act like it!" I shouted at him, grabbing his brush and throwing it to the side as he glared down at me.

"Apologies," he growled. "But I'm rather ensconced in other pursuits."

"If you can so easily neglect your home, I wonder what will become of your daughter," Elijah said, clearly striking a nerve with Klaus. "Have you forgotten what it was like to live beneath the threat of violence? All of us must work together, Niklaus. Let's make the city whole again."