Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

XXX - My Promise

Rebekah didn't say anything, and Klaus seemed to suspect her reasoning. "Let me give a voice to that look in your eyes: my saintly noble brother lies writhing in agony in the bayou, victim of my bastard brother's bite, when just one or two drops of his blood would ease his pain."

"On the contrary Nik, I am simply enjoying my brekky, waiting for Elijah's healthy return," she said, giving him a fake smile.

"Oh, come on Rebekah. You've been giving me the devil's eye all morning, out with it."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Maybe she's just a little worried that if she voices her most likely very strongly-worded opinion, she will end up on the wrong side of those little Hybrid teeth of yours," I said.

Klaus hit his fist against the table. "Poppycock. I would never bite you," Klaus said, pouring me a glass of orange juice and handing it to me. "As Roseia knows, Elijah made some very offensive accusations about my intentions towards my child, he deserves a day or two of discomfort!"

I rolled my eyes, taking a long drink of the juice that Klaus had poured for me. If only it was vodka, then it might actually have helped me get through the day.

"Besides, you know my preferred method of punishment for your indiscretions is the dagger."

Rebekah smiled, then stood up and glared down at Klaus. "There is something fundamentally wrong with you."

Klaus' expression stayed stone cold until she left, then he turned to me. "Well, she obviously will be avoiding me today. What are your plans?"

I sighed. "What do you think? I'm gonna go help Elijah."

He sighed softly, leaning against the table and putting his hand under his chin. "I don't think you are."

"You can't stop me."

"On the contrary, I can," he glanced over at the orange juice, and I began to realize exactly what had happened when I started to feel slightly drowsy.

"You son of a bitch," I growled, the words beginning to sound slurred.

"I would advise you to not let me pour your drinks, Rose," he smirked, right as my eyes closed and I fell limp against his shoulder for the second time in 24 hours.

*

When I woke up, it was almost noon. Turns out that whatever sleeping potion or powder, or whatever the hell Klaus wants to call it, wasn't very effective for a hybrid. Idiot.

I got to the little house that the two had been staying in within minutes, and I panted a little before hitting my knuckles against the door. "Hayley," I called out.

She quickly opened the door, and I glanced at her curiously. I didn't need to be invited in, apparently. I walked into the house, going over to a very sweaty and unstable-looking Elijah. He was breathing heavily. I'm glad that I got here when I did... Otherwise he might have done something to Hayley that I know he would later regret.

"Hayley, I need you to leave," I told her. "This could get ugly."

"He might hurt you," she replied, shaking her head. She knew exactly what he was like at this very moment. She also knew how weak I still was.

"You have to. Go back to the house, and stay away from Klaus. Wait for Elijah to come back, he should be fine pretty soon after this."

"This? What's 'this'?"

She soon figured out what I was doing when I removed my jacket and pulled up one sleeve of my shirt.

"No! He could kill you!" She argued.