Wolf Call ♔ Klena

2.2

Waking up in the morning brought a sense of dread. Elena felt tired, groggy, more than she ever had in her few months of immortality. She thought that exhaustion was a mortal drawback, it seemed it didn't save her from the mental turmoil that caused so much of the exhaustion.

Although, at least, Klaus was in a better mood and more willing to speak his thoughts aloud. In no way did that mean he said anything but Elena could see now, he could at least take his fear into account rather than blocking it out and making irrational decisions without it.

And, with Klaus' sense of reality back, Elijah arrived. He had only been a few hours behind and had left the compound as soon as he saw the first drop of blood on the floor. There was no need for inspection, he could smell the rest. With Elijah came a plan, as per usual. His view of the world was more realistic and with as many years as Klaus and much more rationality than Klaus could ever dream of, he made the perfect battle planner.

So, by the end of the day, Elena, Klaus and Elijah all had their respective plans and would set out the next day. There was no time for pauses now, not with their lives on the line. Or at least, running the risk of permanent imprisonment.

Elijah had tasked himself with educating himself about the witches. They were an overtly strong force, one that may take more effort than usual to defeat. But, they were still in the dark on who they were and what they could do. Anything could happen to them at this point.

Klaus, on that note, had been tasked with searching the neighbouring states to try and gather information on his enemies as a whole. It was clear that Klaus knew many of them and it still occurred that none of them fit the description. So, it was time for a little digging into the past on his front. The same may be said for Elijah.

Elena's task was much simpler, find a witch to strip Klaus of his hex. Who could do that, they didn't know but Elena was friendly and had plenty of connections in the non-human world. There was no doubt that she could get the information.

That only meant one thing. First stop, Bonnie.

Elena had no car but Klaus- as loving as always, she thinks with spite- had bought her a car, giving her a final goodbye kiss, saying no words. This was war to him, there was no time for romance. Elena wasn't disappointed, even she could see now was not the time, despite her hopelessly romantic heart.

The car was beautiful, in Elena's opinion, and after Klaus apologised for it's obvious lacking- namely, not being a convertible- she couldn't help but be appalled. Although, she made no attempt to express her thoughts and got inside with one final wave to her mate before driving off, the morning sun just risen in the sky.

The journey was long and arduous. Elena was bored within an hour but she still had much further to go and when the Mystic Falls sign finally came into sight, she couldn't help but let out a short sigh of relief.

Mystic Falls was as it always had been. It often changed but never enough to make a clear difference. A few shop signs had changed and maybe even a few houses but no more than that. The roads were made of the same concrete and the familiar graveyard looked as gloomy as ever, she thought as she rolled by. She looked around, flipping through the cards in her brain to try and remember which house was Bonnie's.

It had been so long.

God, Elena felt guilty. It hit her like a truck. In the last few months, she had seen her friends once. And, even then, many had left on bad terms and the ones that hadn't, Elena had ignored for lack of a better term. It wasn't the intention, not at all. She had just been too wrapped up in the rest of her life to notice.

Now, she realised her mistake.

Elena stopped the car, recognising, at least, the street the Bonnie lived on. She got out and began to walk up and down until she saw the door that she had seen since her childhood. She slowly made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door gently, trying not to gain attention from anyone around. She was here for Bonnie and only Bonnie, even if that fact only made the guilt sit in her stomach a little heavier.

The door opened steadily, almost hesitantly, to reveal Bonnie. Elena, with a shaky breath, smiled- pitying enough to be an apology. 'Hi, Bonnie.' She whispered, confidence lacking. She drew her eyes up. Bonnie didn't look pleased. But then again, lately, when had she seem pleased?

Elena had gone against all of her morals and even many of her own in the last few months and if there was anything Bonnie was strict upon it was abiding your morals- not betraying yourself.

Elena hadn't.

'Elena.' She said curtly, her short hair- recreating herself, Elena thought- bouncing lightly. 'Are you here for anything or did you just want a chat?' It was clear in her tone that she already knew the answer and when she made no move to wait for one, walking inside without so much as turning back, Elena knew it too.

'Um, I'm here for a favour.' Elena stated as she entered the messy, yet organised living room. Bonnie looked at her her, only for a second, before diverting her attention to a bookshelf that had been nailed to the wall.

'Of course, you are.' She sighed, her voice bleak. As if she had been hoping for more. Elena's guilt had built up to dread now. Her stomach churned; Elena felt sick. 'What do you want?' Bonnie asked, raising a single brow, her face clearly unimpressed. Elena took a step forward, standing just behind one of the large, four-seater sofas. 'Klaus, there's a hex on his arm. I was wondering if you knew how to fix it?'

Bonnie looked up at her, a disappointed look on her face. 'Elena,' she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. 'Do you really think I'm going to help Klaus Mikaelson. If you have tricked yourself that much then you really must be stupid.' She scowled.

Elena wasn't surprised. She had prepared herself for this answer. Something within her just hoped that Bonnie, for her, might help. But, it seemed, Elena had already asked too much. The favours had run out. Bonnie had already given far too many. She was finally sick of it.

'No, it's fine. I was expecting that. I just thought I would try you first. I've got to go then. I'll see you around.' Elena sighed, quickly turning around and rushing out of the room.

'Elena, wait!' Bonnie called out, standing. 'Is that really all you came from.' That guilt in Elena's stomach returned. The disappointment in Bonnie's tone killed her from the inside out.

'I'm sorry, Bonnie. I'm in a rush.' And with that, she left, fighting the urge to be sick. She had finally abandoned the friend she had had almost all her life. Of course, that's what happened when you aligned with the Mikaelsons.

When you become a Mikaelson, you lose everything but the Mikaelsons. Sometimes, you just lose everything. Elena was beginning to feel the brunt of that.

Elena, blinking small tears away, shoved herself into her car and began to drive. She relished in the harsh wind as she rolled down the window. She breathed in, out. It was comforting enough, although, as she glanced down at her phone to see the list of witches names- it didn't seem to help. It was time to ask the unknown, most likely enemies, of the Mikaelsons.

She could only hope they wouldn't ask for a name.

word count: 1320

published: 30.06.17