𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 | Elijah Mikaelson [1]

XXXIII

Morrigan Brooks

Flashback to 1436

"MOTHER?" I call, but I get no answer. She seemed to be empty these days. Not having any energy to do anything but menial tasks. "Mother, are you home?"

Again, I get no response so I exit the house, to see my father carrying an unconscious woman.

"Father, what happened?" I ask, rushing over to them and he looks up at me with an expression that changed very quickly from something almost unrecognisable to sorrow.

"The coven- they. They accused your mother of doing dark magic," he says and I get a closer look at my mother to see her eyes were open, though only the whites were visible. Her skin looked thin and pale, and her hair was drained of the liveliness and colour it once had, leaving it dull and grey.

If my father hadn't told me it was her, I wouldn't have recognised her.

"Why would they think she was doing dark magic? She would never do it!" I exclaim and my father nods.

"I think she was framed, pearl. We have to avenge her, but you can't speak to the coven, because they will poison your lovely mind. I can't have that. I can't lose you too," he says and I nod.

"I promise, father. I promise."

End of flashback

"Alaric is a what?" I shout into the phone.

"I don't know exactly, but he's like... stronger than an original. He basically can't die," Damon says too casually.

"What did that freaky ass witch do?" I sigh, going to get dressed and I hear him shuffle.

"I don't know, but I need you to come to the house right now," he says and I roll my eyes, forgetting he couldn't really see me. "He's got Elena and Caroline," he adds and I sigh.

"Ok, I'll see you soon," I sigh, hanging up the phone. Why don't I have anything practical? I settle with some flare jeans and a tank top. Boring.

"Elijah? Babe, wake up," I say and He cracks an eye open.

"Are we in an alternate reality? Since when did you wake up before me?" He jokes and I crack a weak smile.

"My phone woke me up. Apparently, there is a sixth original now," I say dryly and he shoots up, the flat sheet pooling at his hips, making it incredibly hard for me not to call this whole thing off and get back into bed.

It was impossible not to stare though. 

"Excuse me?" He says and I nod.

"Damon just called, they need a desiccation spell because your mother decided the solution to wipe all vampires from existence was to make another one that is super strong. Apparently, it's life and death for us too, which is why we have to go."

"And to think we could have had a peaceful day," he mutters before speeding out of bed to change.

A minute later, we were off to the Salvatore house, one of my grimoires in hand.

I flick my hand, making the door fly open and walk through.

"Woah, woah, woah," Damon says, standing up from his lounge chair and pointing an accusatory finger at Elijah. "He wasn't part of the deal."