An Eternity (TVD- Elijah Mikaelson story)

The Ritual

  

         My motel room smells musty and the air is misty, particles of age floating around. The furniture is heavily laden with dust, an ashy blanket on even the pillows. The room has not been used in quite some time, but I don’t mind the conditions. I won’t be sleeping for the most part. I dust off the chair and sit down my legs crossed. My fingers rap lightly on the arm rest as I think about the information I got from Damon.

    

         “Klaus needs to sacrifice a werewolf, a vampire, and the doppelgänger to complete the ritual. There’s something about doing the sacrifices when the moon hits certain points, but, hey, I’m not about the little details,” Damon tells me with a half-smile. I look at him suspiciously, my eyes narrowed.

         “And you have no idea where he’s performing the ritual?” I ask again.

         Damon rolls his eyes, sighing. “I told you, I have no clue where it’s going down. I’m just trying to stop it.”

        “Because you messed up and fed Elena your blood.” He sets his jaw, his eyes fixated on nothing in particular. Then, he nods. “Yeah.” My eyes linger over him. He’s slouched over, sitting on the ruins of the church, looking almost sad. I frown and tell him, “Tell me where your witch is and then you can go.” His blue eyes turn up to me and he draws his dark brows together.

       “And why should I tell you that?” he asks, standing, “How do I know you won’t try and kill her?” He takes a step toward me, closing the space between us. He holds my gaze, unwilling to back down.

      “Why would I do something to mess up your plans to kill Klaus? I want him dead just as much as you do, Damon. It would be counterproductive if I killed her,” I tell him. Damon’s eyes are clouded by mixed emotions as he is unable to decipher what I’m up to and whether he can trust me or not. Then, he lets out an exasperated sigh, almost as if he can’t believe what he’s about to do.

       "She’s at the witch burial ground. Deep in the woods is a run-down mansion, that’s where she is,” he grumbles. I smile and reach my hand up. He flinches away and I stop, letting it fall back down by my side. “Thank you, Damon.” He looks at me like he wants to say something, but I dash away before he can say anything else.

          Their plan is almost flawless and I know meddling in it might cause failure, but still, I have my own reasons for wanting to kill Klaus myself. I sigh as I stand up from my seat. I had no idea that this was going to become so complicated. It never occurred to me that there would be people brave enough- or crazy enough- to go against Niklaus, especially when he’s so close to getting what he’s been striving for. I let out a slow breath, snatch my bag of weapons from the floor, and head out again.

        

         The dilapidated mansion stands in a clearing, surrounded by woods on all sides. There’s no sign of anyone, not even a guard. I shove my hands into my pockets and walk up to the front door. The bag of weapons is slung over my shoulder, wooden stakes with barbs carved into them, guns with wooden bulls laced with vervain and werewolf venom, and various other vampire-killing objects all squishing together inside the rough fabric. I cautiously push the door open, the old wood and hinges creaking with age. Nothing stirs inside and the only sound is the wind whistling through the ancient home. I put my foot out, taking a step inside the mansion, not needing to be invited in. As I walk inside, I can hear the hushed, frantic whispers of different spirits all around me. I smile softly, listening to the dead witches talk, trying to make sense of me from the other side. “No need to be frantic, I’ve only come to talk with the Bennett witch, not to harm her,” I tell them, making my way slowly to the stairs that lead down to the basement.