Elijah was not pleased. He could have after all utilized his precious time in planning Niklaus' freedom in the name of family or reading a delightful book. Perhaps former more than latter, but that was beside the point of his venture in this distasteful house—if we could claim it one at all—because of a phone call made by a somewhat surprising source, that being something Elijah loathed, a betrayer. It was the opposite of what the noble original saw himself as.
Rose and Trevor have always been a sour topic for both him and his half-brother. It tempted him to just end their miserable existence once and for all, but then they actually might have something useful. Or why would they call the very person they were running from?
Elijah fixed his hair and suit once—they are quite important—and stepped into the foyer.
There she shows up, and Elijah smirks at the expression on her face. Perfect, she should be intimidated, he thought.
"Rose-Marie," Elijah said, glancing around the house with an aloof expression showing no aversion he was feeling.
"Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Rose keeps her face blank, but Elijah heard her fast heartbeat, she was trying hard not to run at the sight of him.
"Yes, in here", she gestured inside the house. "You have to forgive the house"
"Oh, no" Elijah mocks even though he knows she won't pick up the undertone.
" What's a little dirt?"
lie, it shows him she was so scared of him she didn't settle down and kept skipping from dumpster to dumpster
"I completely understand,—"
No, he doesn't.
"—So, tell me, what is it that gives you the courage to call me?"
Exactly what he wishes to learn.
"I wanted my freedom—"
bold of her.
"—I am tired of running,"
good.
"You in position to grant me?" she demands, bravely the noble original admits.
No, he never was, but she doesn't have to know it.
"I have complete authority to grant pardon to you and your little pet—"
lie
"What his name these days? Trevor. If I so see fit" Elijah relished at the sound of her quickening heartbeat.
"Katerina Petrova?" Rose states anxiously, with a touch of triumph in her eyes as Elijah straightens, a serious expression replacing his nonchalant bored one.
"I'm listening," Elijah said.
"She didn't burn in the church in 1864"
That was an unhappy surprise. He would have gladly burned the tomb with her.
"Continue" Elijah urged.
"She survived."
He gathered.
"Where is she?"
The main question.
"You don't seem surprised by this." Rose declared, looking rather surprised.
"Oh, when you called and invited me into this armpit of civilization—"
He was waiting to say that for quite some time.
"—which is a mere three hours from the town we know as Mystic Falls. I surmised it had everything to do with Katrina. Do you have her in your possession?"
Please do, he would gladly tear her heart from her body just as she tore his.
"No, but I have better. I have her doppelgänger."
Well well well looks like all the planning was unnecessary after all, the doppelganger was being presented to them on a silver platter.
"That's impossible, her family line ended with her. I know that for a fact."
He would know he and his brother made certain of it.
"The facts are wrong.", Elijah did not like the way she was gaining confidence with every word.
"Well, show her to me." he orders.
This might change everything.
"Elijah you are a man of honor, you should be trusted but I want to hear you say it again."
"You have my word that I will pardon you." Elijah inwardly smirked, he loved to twist his words.
"Follow me."
He follows her. They arrive in the main room when he sees her. The same face which had haunted him for centuries, the same face for which he fell every time. Not this time, though, he thought, he won't be deluded again.
Elijah admits he is surprised, but he likes she has the sense to be scared. Just to appease his curiosity one last time and intimidate her more, he rushes over to her.
Her heartbeat quickens as she pales. He studies at her and then smells her neck in an almost intimate gesture.
"Human. It's impossible. Hello there."
They sat on the sofa of their hotel lounge with a one-way Iris message showing a desiccated Elijah.
Perseus wouldn't have believed it if he didn't witness the event. Elijah was bested by two baby vampires and was now stuck to the wall with a wooden stake, temporarily dead.
Oh, how Kol would have loved it.
"Please tell me, you recorded it 'pollo." Percy asked his blonde best friend—who was the god of the sun.
"Of course, I did love," Apollo smirked
The Mikaelson cackled.
Blackmail, at its finest.
"What's next, darling?" the blonde inquired
"Oh, it's time to show ourselves to the 'Elena Protection Squad of Morons'—"
"Lovely name."
"—let them witness the awesome, we are."
Let them run in circles in figuring out if we are an ally or a foe.
"What about the vampires, who assumed they could kill an original?" Apollo questioned.
"Let them remain in their ignorance and arrogance."
"I expected you to disfigure them a little for killing Elijah."
Perseus hummed under his breath," Darling, you should know that no one hurts my family and goes unscathed but we have to wait for some time. Revenge is best served cold after all"
"No maiming?" Apollo pouted.
"No maiming—yet."
Elijah death's may only a temporary one but an act against the family which will not go unpunished.
"Cousin, know that this will be one of their first offenses in the list of multiple against the family." Apollo said seriously.
"I know, love. The more they hurt my brother—" Perseus smirked, a dark glint in his eye, "—the higher they pay."
"In blood and bone?"
"In blood and in bone." Perseus confirmed.
Looks like Ares managed to corrupt us.
XOXO
Naina
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