Pray For The Wicked : Kol Mikaelson [2]

129: Laughter Does Not Show Friendship

a/n: I know y'all hate Ryos, but Voodoo is a part of some people's heritage, and it's heavily blended in here. Please don't make fun of it in your hatred of him.

p.s. long-ass author's note at the end, please read and contribute thoughts <3

03/02/2012

Elijah and MJ had taken Klaus back to The Compound, Papa Tunde's dagger in his chest. His shirt was off, body on a bed, MJ looking over the massive red wound and not liking it.

The long scar started in the middle of his ribs, delicate lines in multiple directions, on top of a faded version from his earlier experience — physical damage from the dark magic in the blade.

MJ was biting her lip and trying not to feel bad about putting him in pain.

They'd needed to give Rebekah and Marcel a chance to run.

Elijah looked just as conflicted about the situation as his brother's eyes opened, breathing haggard.

Klaus growled at her when she inched closer, trying to feel for the magic.

"This was all you," His brother reminded him.

MJ looked away from the wound, choosing to focus on his tattoos.

She'd never seen them before...

The feather up his arm was made of a dark navy blue ink, the top turning into birds flying away and over his shoulder, towards his collar bone.

"I don't hate it."

Klaus managed to glance at where she was looking, and the hatred in his eyes turned from 'murder' to 'might stab.'

"Mira," Elijah sounded ready to explode, "Your phone."

It wasn't on her, "What about it?"

"It's in your room," His focus was fixed on his brother, "And it won't stop ringing."

"You really want me to leave you alone with him to answer it?"

"If it'll make it stop."

Elijah was going through a lot given the familial betrayal and vengeful ex, so MJ backed out the door with two hands up.

"I'll make it stop."

They'd been back for an hour and a bit, working out how long they could leave Klaus somewhat incapacitated, trying to plan the next steps against the resurrected witches. And, if need be, next steps against Klaus.

During that time, her phone had exploded with texts.

Caroline and Stefan spamming her about Nadia, and Matt, and Katherine, and Elena.

Before she could read any of the messages properly, Stefan was calling her again.

She answered. "Guys – "

"Finally!" He cheered.

"Guys – "

"We need to – "

"Guys!"

That stopped him.

"Whatever's going on," MJ spoke slowly, "How big of a deal is it? Because I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"The biggest of deals," Caroline answered firmly.

"On a scale of one to ten."

"...A nine?"

"Okay," She reluctantly closed the door to the room, "I'm listening."

There was a beat as they both took a breath, planning out what to say.