Elijah's POV.
"Are you sure this will work?" Klaus asks as we came to a halt in front of Michael's coffin. I nodded, of course it will. It has to.
"It has to, I tried to compel a witches from the West side, but their either using vervain or dead." I explain as I open the coffin.
I smiled as I saw my fathers extremely pale body laying limp in the box. I glanced at Klaus as he grabbed the stake, ready to pull it out. I stopped him as his eyes met mine, he raised a brow in question.
"We're on the same page right?" I asked.
"Yeah, he's the only one that can stop all of this." he said and I nod. He sigh loudly and pulled the stake out.
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"Welcome back father!"I exclaimed as I stood on the stage at our house.
Nikaus and I hosted a party for our Dad that was dead for two decades. I needed this plan to work. We only have six hours to get it done. I gave a small speech and soon left everyone to get back to partying. I sauntered over to a group of women-dresses in gowns-that my father was talking to.
"Ladies/"I nod as some of them blushed and sent smiles in my direction. We talked for awhile, actually my father was talking and I was inwardly laughing when any of their eyes met mine, they would blush again and look away.
The next three hours were spent talking and drinking - vampires don't get drunk- and just celebrating the return of Michael.
It's time-klaus mind -link.
I glanced at my dad as he disappeared through the tinted glass doors, sending a nod my way.. While I ran into the woods, leaving a full house of people behind.
Remember, grab Samantha and leave, immediately." I mind-linked, sending instructions.
This better work.
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