Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

CIX - Trust Her

Sup. :) So sorry that this is a little late, I've been reallllllllly busy. :/ I HATE SCHOOL.

Well, enjoy. ^_^

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Chapter One Hundred & Nine

"Klaus, Elijah!" I called out. "We have a problem."

Josephine was walking into the abattoir, and it wasn't too long before the three Mikaelson siblings came up behind me.

"Josephine," Elijah said, moving to stand by me.

"Elijah, there's something wrong..." I said.

"Forgive me for calling so early, Elijah, but, I've come bearing a message from your aunt Dahlia," she said.

Elijah was stunned, and he looked down at me, waiting for me to tell him what I had figured out.

My eyes widened when I realized what was wrong. "Elijah, she doesn't have a heartbeat."

"She is owed a debt, and she means to be paid," Josephine said.

Klaus smiled weakly. "She can writhe in Hell first."

"For merely taking what your mother promised her?" Klaus' fake smile fell. "If you must harbor hatred, isn't it better spent on the one who traded your child away a thousand years ago? Blame Esther, if you must, but I seek only to fulfill a bargain. A bargain that, consequently, resulted in your very existence. Perhaps you should be thanking me?"

Elijah narrowed his eyes, and the rest of us all scowled at her. He took a step closer to her. "Dahlia."

Josephine grinned. "My child, I prefer Aunt Dahlia."

Klaus took a deep and angered breath before walking towards her so that they were face-to-face. "You dare enter my home?!"

Josephine sighed in boredom. "I only came for what is mine," it appeared that the spell Dahlia was using on Josephine was failing. Her throat began to bleed under her choker, and I sighed softly. Dahlia had killed Josephine and used her body. "The time has come to add the child's power to my own. Though, I do not detect her here. I see you've used a spell to cloak her. No matter. Such spells will yield, as will you. Say your farewells. You have 'til nightfall tomorrow, and then the child shall be mine. Be a dear and inform the mother? No reason we can't be civilized about this."

Klaus' anger got the best of him. He looked at Elijah, then karate-chopped Josephine in the neck. He decapitated her, and her head went flying across the courtyard. Josephine's body dropped, and the other two siblings looked horrified at what they had just heard while Klaus just smiled at the dead body on the floor.

"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Strategize, and hope that we do indeed come up with a solution," Elijah sighed.

*

Elijah and I had decided it was best to stay in the compound for the time being. Just for a few days, until we get everything sorted out. If there was an attack on the building, we needed to stay close. Jackson, Hayley, and Marcel could protect Hope.

Elijah was clearly irritated as he walked into the room we were currently sharing, where I was reading over old grimoires.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, seeing his hands curled into fists and his jaw clenched.

"Niklaus refuses to tell me where Mikael's ashes are. We need to know where they are in case we need them desperately," he said, then let out an exasperated sigh as he adjusted his shirt cuffs. "He doesn't trust me. After all we have been through in these ten centuries, he doesn't trust that I want to keep my own niece safe."

"Don't worry," I said, standing up and sending him a reassuring look while I held his hand and squeezed it lightly. "I'll talk to him. I'll see if he will listen to me."

He nodded once, pursing his lips. "Thank you, Rose."

I smiled at him, then went to find his brother. I found him in his study, where he was painting excessively. He didn't even notice me come in.

"Nik," I said, and he stopped his somewhat frustrated strokes. He sighed softly, then put the paintbrush down and looked at me.

"What is it, Roseia?"

"We need to know where the ashes are," I said. "We might need them when you aren't here."

"I'm not leaving this place unless it is to go to my daughter," he said.

"We don't know that!" I argued. "We are in the middle of a war, Klaus! We can't all be worrying about your next move constantly. You need to trust us, Nik! Please!"

He seemed startled by the way that I was practically begging him to trust us. But that surprised expression disappeared, replaced with the cold one that he always had when he was planning something horrific.

"Rose, you know that I trust you," he said. "But I do not trust Freya, and Elijah does."

"Why don't you trust her? Why won't you accept her?" I asked him.

"I have issues with welcoming people into my family. That much is obvious, is it not?" he asked. "Besides, she was with Dahlia for a thousand years! Why should I trust her?"

"Because she tried to save us. She tried to save YOU!"

"You're just like Elijah," he growled. "You can't tell a trick from a truth when the real answer is right in front of you!"

"Nik, I'm afraid that if you don't tell us what you're thinking, then we won't... We won't win this fight," I said, biting my lip.

"We will win," he said, the angered expression faded. "I promise you that."

"I want to help you, Nik," I told him, walking a little closer to him. "But I can't help you or Hope if you don't tell us everything. This isn't just about Mikael's ashes, Klaus, it's about letting us in and allowing us to help your daughter."

We stayed in silence for a little while, and he just watched me with an unsure expression.

"Cami's here," I said to him. "I'll leave you two alone," I sped away from him, knowing that I would cause him to at least doubt himself.

Klaus was a very strange person. He was hiding something, yes. He always was. But he wasn't stupid. He would never do anything to put his siblings against him, not now. Not when he needed them most.

I saw Cami go up to his study. I knew that, some day, she would be his salvation. She didn't know it yet, and neither did he. But like he once told me, the best love stories are the ones where both people are completely unaware of their future.

Much how I was completely unaware of the following choices that the people around me would make that night.