Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 14: a view to a kill

INGID was sitting on a sofa in the living room in front of a lit fireplace while drinking from her glass of wine. She smirked over at her guest and raised an eyebrow. "I have to say that I am rather surprised you came here, Elena."

Elena shifted anxiously in her seat and licked her lips. "I need your help."

Klaus laughed as he walked into the room and stood behind Ingrid. "A bit ironic, you coming to us for help. Weren't your friends just trying to bury me in a cement tomb?"

"This is your fault." She sneered at him, narrowing her dark brown eyes. "You started this when you forced Jeremy to kill those vampires."

"Actually, you started it. Had you left Connor's life intact, I don't think you would be asking for our help." Ingrid remarked with a pointed expression. "Now, if Jeremy hadn't been such an insubordinate and done as he was told, then we would not be here, yes?"

"And now my little brat of a brother has gone and made things worse." Klaus added with a smirk and placed a hand on Ingrid's shoulder. "Well, he never did like Damon. I suppose I should do something, shouldn't I?"

"Call him off." The doppelgänger demanded in a stern tone.

The couple shared a glance before laughing in amusement and turning back to her with mocking expressions. Ingrid set her glass down on the table beside her and leaned forward in her seat. "Need I remind you that you aren't exactly in the position to give demands." She remarked through gritted teeth, her eyes boring holes into the brunette across the room. "We do not serve you. We do not owe you anything. This continous need for our help after attempting to kill us not even a few months ago, is tiring. Pick a side."

"Is that an order?" Elena questioned in a harsh tone.

Ingrid snickered and shook her head. "Oh, no. You'll know when I give you an order. So unless you want me to order you do something like, I don't know... kill your boyfriend, I would suggest you mind your tongue before I tear it out. Or... maybe I'll order you to rip it out yourself. Your choice."

Klaus beamed at his wife for a moment before gazing at Elena in aggravation. "Whilst I'd like to cure you to make more hybrids, I do have other reasons for finding the cure, not the least of which is destroying it so you lot can't use it against us."

"Whatever our differences, we want the same thing." She attempted to plead with them.

"I can assure you that we don't." Ingrid replied in a dull tone of voice and sat back on the couch.

Elena realized there was no getting through to Ingrid and glanced at Klaus, hopeful that he would he the more understanding one. "Please, Klaus, I'm begging you."

"Oh, really?" Ingrid questioned with a smirk then tilted her head to the side with a devious expression. "Beg."

"What?" Elena gaped at her in confusion.

"Get on your knees and beg for it." Ingrid repeated in an aggressive tone of voice, challenging her to defy an order.

Elena looked at Klaus, who simply gestured for her to do as told with a pleased expression, then back to Ingrid, who had an impatient expression plastered on her face and her elbow resting on the arm rest of the sofa. She began to stutter out a rejection but found herself falling to her knees in front of them with tears in her eyes. She clasped her hands together and stared at the hybrids. "Please, help me. Please." She repeated several times.