Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

LXII - Imploding

THE ORIGINALS AND THE VAMPIRE DIARIES BOTH COME BACK TONIGHT AND I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW

THE WORD COUNT FOR THIS THING IS GIGANTIC IT'S MORE THAN 2200 WORDS LONG SO OMIGAWD

I AM SO EXCITED

K BYEEEEE

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Chapter Sixty-Two

One thing that I both loved and hated about New Orleans was the funerals. People acted more like it was a damn party than a passing. But, at the same time, it was good. People celebrated the lives of the departed instead of crying and wasting away. It seemed that Elijah felt the same way, except he more so disliked it with the way that he sighed as we walked into Rousseau's.

We both stood at the doorway, right as Marcellus walked to the front of the bar and onto the small stage. He tapped his class against a bottle of whiskey, and everyone looked to him.

"I know I haven't been around these parts lately," he started, glancing over at Klaus, who was sitting solemnly at a booth. "It's a testament to Father Kieran, that we could come together and share a drink, and a story or two. Kieran rolled into town on a rusty old cruiser after his daddy died twenty-five years ago. And dammit, that guy could party!" Everyone laughed at that, including me. "That was, of course, before he took his vows. But even then, he was committed to the Quarter. He knew that this town needed him, and we still do," he paused for a moment, then raised his glass. "To Father K."

The crowd repeated his last words, and those that had drinks all took a long gulp in dedication to the man.

"I'm gonna miss him, I'll admit," I said, as we both walked towards the booth that Klaus was sitting it. "He was a good man."

"Indeed he was," Elijah sighed.

I sat on one side of Klaus, and Elijah sat on the other.

"Seems rather uncivilised," Klaus muttered as Elijah poured drinks for both himself and I. "To laugh and dance around the body of a loved one."

"Yes, far better to practice your process of grief, Niklaus. Denial, rage, and hoarding coffins in basements."

Hayley, being her persistent little self, came over with a determined expression on her face. She sat down, and Elijah decided to tell her what she was getting into.

"I will warn you, Hayley, Niklaus is in a spectacularly foul mood today."

"Sod off," Klaus murmured, taking another drink.

"What's the deal with these moonlight rings?" Hayley asked, seeming slightly pissed off. "Oliver's trying to start a revolution every five seconds, people are scared, angry, and frankly, I'm tired of stalling."

"It's a day of peace, Hayley. Try and enjoy it," Klaus said sternly. "In the meantime, with all manner of unknown enemies conspiring against our family, you'll move back in with us."

And now, Hayley decided to show her incredibly sarcastic side. "Awesome! Then, we can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there's drama, and you two both realize I'm very capable of looking after myself."

I smirked. "I realized that a while ago."

Hayley nodded, gesturing to me. "See? She gets it."

Klaus was, yet again, frustrated with her. "The rings are in progress. I will live up to my word. We will find and punish whoever launched the attack on the Bayou, and you WILL return to the compound for you own safety! But, right now," he grabbed the bottle of scotch after Hayley sighed and rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm gonna finish this bottle, and the next, in hopes of drowning the demon who was chosen today to haunt me," he suddenly raised the bottle to the ceiling. "Cheers, Mikael! Impeccable Freudian timing!"