Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

LVI - They Listen To You

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Chapter Fifty-Six

A few hours or so passed by like it was nothing. And before long, I saw that the vampires and werewolves were beginning to clash. Specifically Diego and Oli.

I went up to Elijah, who seemed almost surprised that I was talking to him. "Elijah, I think we-"

I was cut off by the sound of glass smashing. We both turned to see Oliver being thrown to the side, and going straight through a glass table. He did a somersault, and both Diego and Oli went straight forwards. Oliver ended up getting Diego against the wall.

Elijah and I glanced at each other before we rushed towards them. I pushed both of them away, and Elijah took it to the next step. He shoved Oliver against one of the untouched tables, keeping him held there with the side of his face pressed into the side of the table and Elijah's hand on the back of Oli's neck.

"Stop this!" I growled. "Both of you!"

"This ends now," Elijah stated, nodding to me, then looking down at Oli. "I won't ask again."

"Oh, we'll end it alright," I heard Jackson say. I turned around to see him holding Diego against the wall, a long piece of wood serving as a makeshift stake pressed over his heart.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Fine then. Just kill each other."

"What?" Jackson asked, seeming more than a little confused. Elijah turned to me, just as puzzled.

"You heard me. Just kill each other and get it all over with! Everyone here deserves to die!" I said. "The werewolves handed Rebekah over. The witches tortured her. Then Diego led a werewolf massacre. And the witches cursed the wolves. And all this happened while the humans stood back and LET it happen. We all deserve to die. Every single one of us. So if you can't survive one night without ripping each other apart for past sins, then how will we even begin to make an alliance? If you want to kill each other, then go for it. And be sure to start a whole god damn war while you're at it."

They were all stunned. They didn't seem to get it.

"That's all you want, right? I mean, if you can't stop arguing for one night, then that must be what you want. A war. You want everyone in this room to die," I said, pausing and looking between the four men. "But if you don't want to fight, then just stop and at least try to get along."

Elijah pursed his lips, staring at me with an unsure look. It was mixed with something else... Admiration?

He sighed and moved his hand off of Oliver's neck. Oliver stood up straight, growling lowly. Then Jackson followed Elijah's lead and let Diego go. I was surprised that I didn't have to stop Diego from lashing out.

And just like that, the hostile mood was gone. They all went back to their separate groups, and within fifteen minutes, everyone was gone except for the main representatives of each species.

Elijah walked up to me, a strange look on his face. Like I was the strangest thing he had ever seen.

"What?" I asked, sighing and crossing my arms over my chest as I watched the leaders all gather in the middle of the room while I stayed off to the side.

"I believe I have neglected to tell you how extraordinary you have been."

I raised a brow at him, and he continued.

"They listen to you. Perhaps they are intimidated, or too frightened to act out... But they listen."

I sighed. "They're scared. I know they are."

"They should be," he stated.

I looked over at him, smiling a little. "Elijah, do you think it is better to be feared, or to be loved?"

He didn't say anything, and I sighed, shaking my head.

"All I have ever been is feared," I said.

Elijah stayed quiet for a second, then moved in front of me and looked me directly in the eyes. "You are loved, Rose. Never forget that."

I sent him a soft smile, and he held out a hand. I glanced down at it, then back up at him, confused. Then he gestured over to where the leaders were gathered, and I realized that he wanted me to be a part of the signing.

"We only need one representative."

"You should still be a part of this, Roseia. You are one of the few reasons why they are all here, and why they didn't kill each other tonight," he told me. When I still wasn't convinced, he continued. "Like I said... They listen to you."

I bit my lip, then nodded and placed my hand in his.

He led me over to the circle, where a small table was placed in the middle.There was a paper in the middle of the table, as well as candles, a bowl, a knife, and a quill. The paper had the rules of the pact, as well as the title "New Orleans Treaty Of Peace".

the others all looked at me, then moved aside to make a spot for me in between Diego and Elijah. Diego looked down at me, then over at Elijah, and I saw his jaw tense. I rolled my eyes, then picked up the knife and handed it to Diego. He took it and sliced his palm open, then each of us went afterwards. First Francesca Correa, who was taking the place of Father Kieran, then Genevieve, Hayley, Elijah, and lastly, me.

I dragged the blade along my palm, and I saw both Elijah and Diego tense. Diego was staring down at my hand, while Elijah's hands curled into fists. They had both tasted my blood, and like everyone else, they found it to be alluring. But thankfully, they were controlling themselves.

We all put our fists together, and the blood poured into the bowl. When all of us had healed, aside from Genevieve and Francesca, we pulled our hands away and waited silently as Elijah picked up the quill and soaked it in the combined blood. We went in the same order as we had when we cut our palms. Diego almost seemed like he regretted signing the treaty, as well as Genevieve. Francesca seemed excited, while Hayley, Elijah, and I were all neutral.

We had been waiting this for a long time.

I began to sign my name, but realized that my arm was shaking. I continued, despite the way that Elijah saw my trembling hand.

When the others left, Elijah kept the treaty while I walked up the stairs to my quarters. But he followed right after me, and a moment later, was right in front of me at the top of the stairs. I tried to hit my hand from him, but he stared down at it. He slowly reached down and took my wrist, lifting it up and putting my palm up to him.

"Roseia, why aren't you healing?" he asked.

It seemed that we had both been worried for nothing, because a second later, the cut was gone.

"I'm fine, Elijah," I smiled softly at him. "Don't worry."

I moved past him, and headed to my room. But as I continued to walk, I couldn't help but smile. He cared about me. Maybe as much as I cared for him.