Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

CXVIII - Kingmaker

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM TO WRITE ABOUT THIS SEASON

LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW

ALSO THE ORIGINALS SEASON FINALE IS ON FRIDAY GOD DAMMIT

I AM UPSET ABOUT THIS

k bye :3 Enjoy.

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Chapter One Hundred & Eight

In the months that followed, our home became a little more peaceful with each day that passed. Of course, everyone was still angry with Niklaus, but we were a little more relaxed.

Then again, our definition of "relaxed" was not having anyone trying to kill us.

The truth is, our house, and quite frankly, the entire city, were divided. I had been splitting my time between looking after Hope and helping Freya try to figure out a way to bring back Kol and to remove Hayley's curse. We were more so focused on Hayley's current predicament. I loved Kol, but he had Davina, the regent, trying to find a way to help him. He would be alright as long as she didn't give up. And she wasn't one to give in to difficulties. Davina hated our family, that was made very clear. She still spoke to me, since she found out that I was practically locked in a prison cell while the Mikaelsons hijacked her resurrection spell. Elijah may never forgive Niklaus, and frankly, I was finding it difficult to do so myself. Hope missed her mother, even though Klaus tried his best to spend as much time with her as possible. We were only able to see Hayley on the full moon once a month, and that was not nearly enough time. Marcel has taken control of the Quarter and founded a fighting ring in St. Anne's church, where he tests the limits of the people who want to join his vampire community. Elijah often goes there for sparring, which I believe helps him get rid of his anger. As for Rebekah, she was scouring the earth for anything that could help bring her brother back, kind of assisting Davina in her quest to resurrect Kol.

As time went on, we were slowly becoming a little more comfortable. Yes, the brothers were at odds, but at least they weren't trying to stay on opposite ends of the planet like I am almost convinced Elijah would want nothing more than to do. It would take time, but we would act as a family again.

However, as the days went on, I could feel something much more horrific coming for us. Something terrible was about to happen. I could feel it.

Klaus almost seemed to be trying to get back into everyone's good graces, not that he ever really was in the first place. He was throwing an art show tomorrow, and I still hadn't quite made up my mind whether or not I wanted to attend. It was, after all, the night of the full moon. I wanted to see Hayley, but I felt guilty for ignoring Klaus for so long, even though he most definitely deserved it.

I sighed softly as Elijah and I both walked into the study, where Freya was playing with Hope.

Freya smiled at us. "She's getting bigger by the second," she said.

"Thank you for all of your care," he said, walking closer to the couch that Freya was leaning on.

"Tomorrow's the full moon. I can help you bring Hope to Hayley if you'd like," she offered.

"That won't be necessary," Elijah said, going to kneel down on his knees to get a closer look at his niece.

"After all, you definitely deserve a night off. Feel free to go out and drink to your heart's content, but remember, don't talk to strangers under any circumstances whatsoever, miss Mikaelson," I said, smirking and teasing her playfully. She grinned at me, shaking her head.