Hell In Her Soul - Elijah Mikaelson -

Chapter 1

When Niklaus was still too young to join Mikael and Elijah hunting, Elijah actually had liked the trips. Usually Finn was with them then, he and Elijah were equally good at shooting animals with a bow. Their father was always satisfied and they bonded. It was the only time were Mikael could be some kind of a father, he was calmer and enjoyed being away from home. Just in the wilderness of the woods.

Since Niklaus was old enough to come with them, Mikael had released Finn from the hunting duty and instead took his younger son with him. But it was just to make Klaus afraid, to humiliate him even more. He didn't took him because Niklaus was a good hunter, but when they were alone, Esther couldn't interrupt him while he beat his son. But always there were those marks. Not visible, Mikael insisted, but he couldn't hide them from a mother.

At first, Elijah just watched. Or, better said, he looked away. He couldn't see the brother he was closest to being beaten until the boy screamed. His sounds of pain filled sleepless nights. Those whimpers when Mikael was finished. Elijah had taken him into his arms to, helplessly trying to heal his brother. 

Over the time a darkness, rage, grew inside Elijah. He had the courage to step between his father and Klaus, but he only made it worse. Never would he win a fight against his father. At those trips, Niklaus and Elijah came back equally bruised. 

Elijah and Niklaus laid on the ground close to each other, both men held their breaths as they were focused on two deers not far away from them. Splendid animals, well fed, almost a pity to kill them. But this was survival. The older brother knew that was the reason why Niklaus actually hated hunting, he never wanted to kill those animals and disturb nature. Elijah had learned to turn off such thoughts. Maybe that was why he was a good hunter, he never hesitated. 

All of a sudden, the deers seemed startled and jumped up from their position and then, at that exact same moment, they let go of the arrows in unison. They cut through the air, but only one arrow hit the target. The arrow Elijah let go was buried deep in the deers head and killed it immediately. Klaus' arrow shot into the deers leg. It fell to the ground and struggled to get up again. 

The younger brother gasped and quickly got up, he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to torture the animal. But his hands always shook when he was about to do the shoot. Usually, it just caused to miss the target, but today, it made him harrow the poor creature. 

Suddenly, Mikael was behind them and grabbed Klaus' shoulder with a bruising grip. He snarled at his son. 

"Have you seen what your pathetic incapacity brought you?" 

He dragged him to the animals. Elijah sighed and shook his head, but followed them. His hands clenched into fists. The rage was building up inside him, but it was of no use. 

"Kill it now, Niklaus. End the torment you caused it!" 

Mikael pressed Klaus head down into the fur of the still breathing and struggling animal. He pulled out a blade and handed it to Niklaus. It was the worst for Klaus. He always avoided slaughtering the animals and now he simply couldn't. His deepest urge was to help it, to heal it, even if it was already to late. The arrow went through important muscles and it probably broke its fragile leg when it fell. 

Next to them, Elijah started prepping the dead deer. It distracted him from what happened right beside him. He heard Klaus' heavy breathing and it hurt in Elijah's heart. His brother wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. 

"Do it, Niklaus! Do it!" 

Klaus still hesitated, even when his father pushed him further and further. Panic grew in his veins and made it impossible to do anything. Mikael's yells seemed so far away now.