Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

XVII - Speechless Little Klaus

He smiled widely at me, then pulled out his phone. He dialled the number that he knew by heart, and I couldn't help but smile at that. Never has a woman caught his eye, and kept him interested, not like Caroline. The only woman that even came close to that was Viviane.

"Caroline," he stated, smiling. I knew it had gone to voicemail, unfortunately. "I'm standing in one of my favourite places in the world, surrounded by food, music, art, culture... And all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you. Maybe one day you'll let me," he said, ending the call as a satisfied smile came onto his face. 

I grinned at him. "I know that my opinion might not matter in this situation, but I truly how that you two end up together. You balance each other out. I like that."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Rose. You know better than that. Your opinion always matters."

I smiled at him, and we continued to walk the streets of New Orleans. We talked for hours, and he filled me in on everything that had happened since I left. I felt guilty, seeing how I had left him all alone. Rebekah had already left, but Elijah ditched him for Katherine. Surprise, surprise. So, as a result, he had to face Silas alone.

He asked me questions about Diego and Thierry, and speaking about them made me happy. However, I couldn't help but wonder if he just wanted information about my friends in order to hurt them, but I didn't ask.

When we were far enough away from the Quarter, I decided that I had to tell him what happened with the witches. He needed to know that they couldn't be trusted.

"Klaus, the witches..." I sighed, licking my lips a little. "I'm one of the reasons why they are being controlled by Marcel."

He didn't seem angry, just confused. I wondered if he could ever truly be angry with me. Because I didn't think that I could ever stay mad at him.

I continued. "Do you remember the harvests?"

He nodded.

"Well, the witches were going to have one. But Sophie Devereaux was convinced that it wasn't real. So she told Marcel. The witches lied to the girls they were going to sacrifice, they told them that they were going to put them into a deep sleep. But instead, they were slaughtering them like animals," I said, clenching my teeth slightly. "The night of the sacrifice, Marcel attacked the witches."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm guessing that's when he set his little rules, isn't it?"

"No, actually... I found out that when the head of the human faction stated his disagreement with their ritual, they hexed his nephew, Sean. Sean went insane, and slaughtered nine of his fellow seminary students before he sliced open his own throat. So, I threatened the witch that hexed him. In turn, they took Diego and tortured him. Marcel decided that he needed to stop the witches from doing anything. So he decided to control them. And I helped him," I paused. "Klaus, I know that you have a plan. Just don't align with the witches... Please, it won't end well."

His lips parted, and then he sighed. "Yes, well, Elijah happens to think the opposite of you. Too bad this thoughts no longer matter," he grinned devilishly.

It took me a moment to process exactly what he had just said, but when he did, I nearly strangled him. I was right. He was going to screw this up. "What the hell did you do, Klaus?"

"Well, I..." He muttered, then looked down, shaking his head.

I was one of, if not the only person that he was actually worried of upsetting. At this moment, however, I couldn't be happy about that. "Klaus!" I hissed. "What did you do?!"

He narrowed his eyes a little. "I got rid of my vulnerability."

"You daggered Elijah?!" I shouted, and he narrowed his eyes again.

"I had to find some way of telling Marcel that I was on his side. The only way to do that was to give him the one wild card I had."

"He's your brother!" I yelled. "And you gave him up to the man that we both know doesn't trust you even slightly!"

He was saddened by my reaction. "Rose, I thought you might-"

"What?!" I hissed. "What did you think I was going to do?! Accept your plans of possibly leading to the death of your brother, a person that I care for deeply? He may be a dick, but unlike the majority of the people on this earth, I trust him!"

"He won't die."

"When will you get it through that thick skull of yours that your family actually has a weakness! It's white and it's made from an oak tree!" I growled out.

"He won't! There is only one left. It's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible, Nik! I'm a witch that turned into a vampire hybrid! You were born a wolf and were created into a vampire! We are both hybrids that deny the laws of nature, WE are the very definition of impossible!" I hissed. "Marcel controls the witches of the Quarter, you don't know what they could make against Elijah if Marcel tells them to!"

Klaus was stunned with what I had just said to him. I could admit, I had rarely gotten angry with him, not like this. The last time we were in a situation even slightly similar to this was when Klaus murdered Rebekah's old lover Emil. 

He had gone too far with this one. 

For once, Klaus Mikaelson was speechless.

I shoved past him, turning the corner and flashing back to the Abattoir, completely ignoring the fact that Klaus was calling my name. It was as if he was afraid he would never see me again.

I wasn't that lucky.