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So sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. It's mainly just because of exams and final assessments. :/ Ugh. I hate school.
This is kind of a filler, the next ones will be way better. ;D
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Chapter One Hundred & Three
"What on earth happened to you out there?" Elijah asked, likely confused as to why I suddenly realized what was wrong. He walked up to me, and took my hand in his gently. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, Elijah, I 'm fine," I told him, squeezing his hands a little in assurance. "I remembered a time from when my parents were still alive," I said, and saw both of them glance at each other in worry and confusion. I walked over to the bookcase beside my room, and searched through the books until I found an old grimoire I had acquired from the witches in Italy. "I've seen this happen once before, but I completely forgot about it until now."
"What do we need to do?" Klaus asked.
"I need to do some research, but you need to go home and stay with Hope," I told him. "Eva might regain control of her body. That's what happened last time. And Hope is currently one of the strongest and most vulnerable witches in this city. Hope will be a goldmine for that woman," I explained. "You need to look after her in case Eva does appear to come after her."
Klaus nodded, then swallowed. "Rose, what happened last time?"
I looked up at him, and closed the book. I needed to be honest with them, no matter how terrible the truth really was.
"Antonio, the soul that took over the body, and Trevor, the original owner of the body, had a full on war in their subconsciousness," I swallowed. "And Trevor won. He quite literally consumed Antonio's essence. He almost took my parents down with him, but they killed him before he could hurt anyone else. Needless to say, we never saw Antonio again," I bit my lip, looking down.
"Who was Antonio, Rose?" Klaus asked, his brow furrowed. He was worried. He knew what talking about my life before I met them did to me. And he could tell that this subject was especially painful.
"He was my uncle," I said, sighing. "He was my only family other than my parents. And they left me right after he did."
Elijah looked at me in concern, coming to stand by me and take my hand once again. "Do you think Rebekah can fight Eva... And win?" Elijah asked, his brow furrowed.
"Only with our help," I said. "Eva is sadistic. She doesn't just want to get power from those kids, she likes taking it. She enjoys it. And she will have no problem killing anyone that stands in her way."
Klaus nodded slowly, seeming very bothered at how grim the situation could be. "I'll meet you both at the abattoir tomorrow. Hopefully we'll be able to settle this issue once and for all."
He left the apartment, and I was left alone with Elijah. I continued reading the books for about ten minutes, making sure that I knew exactly what I needed to do. It was likely that Eva wouldn't regain control of her body within the next few days, Rebekah still had a little while. We could perform the ritual tomorrow. I was still looking at the books, but Elijah decided to distract me. He came up beside me with a greatly concerned expression.
"Roseia, I hope you know that I can always tell when you lie," he said, moving slightly closer to me. "Now, I need you to answer this question honestly. Are you alright?"
I licked my lips, not looking him in the eyes. "I don't know. I truly don't," I said, setting the book down on the shelf and leaning against it. "I'm losing control."
He walked closer to me and took my hands again, pulling me to him. "You'll be alright. You always are."
"We always are," I corrected him, smiling softly. "You know, this could be much worse," I said, and he raised a brow. "You might not have found me before I killed half of the US population. You could have not been enough to convince me to turn it back on. You could have..." I bit my lip. "You could have really died like I thought you did."
"And we could both be monsters," he said.
I shook my head at him. "Elijah, you could never be a monster," I told him. "A monster by definition is... Cold, demonic, and unforgiving. None of which are traits that anyone ever uses to describe you."
A soft smile came onto his lips, and I set the book down completely before walking to the desk. I sat down on top of it, running my fingers along the spines of a pile of books beside me. "It's just interesting to think of everything, how it's all played out. I think of the story of this family sometimes. It's a tale of pain, and sorrow, but also love and happiness. What do you think would have happened if we never..." I looked down at my hands, biting my lip a little.
"If we never met?" he asked, and I nodded a little without looking at him. "I don't think that's possible," he said. I looked up at him in confusion, and his eyes twitched upwards with a soft smile. "I would have found you, Roseia. And I would have loved you as I do now," he said, walking over to me and standing in front of me. He stood in between my legs, his hands going to my waist to pull me forwards. "And even now, we will continue to write our own tale, despite the obstacles we face. I promise you that."
I smiled softly at him, and hooked my hands behind his neck. "The best stories all have something in common, Elijah. Everyone faces the greatest odds in order to reach their ending."
"Then we must have the best story ever written," he grinned.
"Oh, really?" I asked, laughing a little. I was happier and calmer than before, and he made me that way.
"Yes, most definitely," he chuckled.
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The next morning, a fist was pounding against the door, followed by a slightly panicked and annoyed yelling. "Rose! Elijah! It's Rebekah!"
I jumped to my feet, and Elijah did the same. I ran from his bed and into my room to get dressed. I sped to get something on, which ended up being a light blue blouse and black pants. I rushed back into the main room, where Elijah was now standing in the doorway wearing his suit and looking at Marcel with worry.
"What happened?" Elijah asked. "Is she alright?"
"You were right," Marcel said, seeming like he was panicking a little. "Eva took over Rebekah's body. We can't find her."
"Okay, so..." I bit my bottom lip, trying my best to come up with an idea. "Vincent. Vincent might know where she is. She is his wife, after all. If anyone knows where she would go, it's him."
Marcel nodded, not coming inside. He hadn't been invited in yet. In fact, no one had except for Klaus and Gia. "Neither of you were answering our calls. Klaus wants you two, Gia, and Hayley to go and convince Josephine to call off the hunt on Eva until we find a way to get Rebekah the hell outta that serial killer."
I nodded once. "We'll go right now. You should go and talk to Vincent."
Marcel agreed before vanishing, and Elijah and I glanced at each other before calling Gia and Hayley to tell them where to meet us. Gia came in a dress, knowing that Josephine seemed to like it, while Hayley came in her familiar black pants and a burgundy button-up shirt.
When we got to the house, Hayley seemed especially annoyed with the fact that Gia had come. I knew that she suspected something was off about her, so I made sure that she wasn't alone with Gia. Seeming to sense the awkwardness between the four of us, I asked Gia if she would like to go and find Josephine with me. She did so, but I was distracted, and found myself accidentally overhearing Elijah and Hayley's conversation.
"Elijah, if you and Gia are more than just acquaintances and you end up breaking Rose's heart, so help me god-"
"That won't happen," Elijah said sternly.
"And why not? Your family isn't exactly filled with faithful people, now is it?"
"Because I will not allow her heart to ever be broken," Elijah said, almost sounding like he was going to pop that little vein his forehead that only appeared when he was especially agitated. "You should know that by now."
"You'd better hope that she isn't hurt by you," Hayley growled. "She has stuck by your family for almost a thousand years, and I swear to god, if you do rip her heart into a thousand little pieces, I will do the same to your intestines."
"She won't be," he insisted making absolute sure that Hayley knew he didn't care about Gia in that way. It made my heart flutter a little, but I calmed myself to make sure that Gia or Elijah didn't hear it. We went back into the living room with Josephine right behind us.
Hayley wanted me to be safe, and Elijah was insisting that he would never hurt me. Those two cared about me, and it was a remarkable feeling.
Having people care about you was the best feeling in the world.