#he assumes his sire put him in the coffin to keep him safe but has no real way of knowing since he was totally out of it at that point

[squidaped-oyt]

The major thing about my still-nameless Bloodlines 2 character is that once he gets over the initial 'holy shit I'm in the future??' shock, it flips to 'holy shit I'm in the future!!!'

He's just happy to be here and not a dried-out crispy corpse in a coffin any more, and he flips the typical VTM elder m.o on its head by becoming enamoured with the modern age and very much into all things technology.

Every other Kindred in the city finds this mildly concerning.

[kieraswriting]

Coffin Chapter Thirteen

Masterpost

From outside the bedroom, things started getting louder. There was the noise of people shuffling around, waking up, clanging of pans from the kitchen, running water.

“Listen, I don’t care! I don’t trust any one of you!”

That woke up Patton, and both he and Virgil went out to see what was going on.

Remy was in the living room, holding up Emile, who looked considerably less worried, and considerably more patiently exasperated.

“What’s going on?” Patton asked.

Instead of properly answering Patton, Remy fixed his eyes on Virgil. “You!”

Virgil took a step back, “I didn’t— I only just got up!”

“Exactly. You wouldn’t hurt a fly if it bit you first. Take Emile.”

Virgil found Emile dumped in his arms. “Eh-wha?”

“Thank you, Virgil, you can set me down now.”

Virgil set Emile down. “What’s going on?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “I’ve gotta leave with Logan, and I’m not about to leave Emile alone with these bi-“

“Language,” Patton interrupted.

Remy grumbled. He turned halfway, to see Logan waiting by the door.

“You keep him safe!” Remy said firmly. “Or so help me it’ll be your head rolling tonight.”

Remy stalked away, slamming the door on his way out.

Virgil gulped. There was no way he could protect himself, let alone a human, against all these vampires if they decided to attack.

“Ok, party’s over,” Emile said, his voice cheery despite all that had just happened. “If you need something to do I’m sure I can find you something.”

At that, the majority of the vampires crowding the living room dissipated.

Virgil let out a breath. That made things easier, but the sudden and unexpected responsibility still weighed heavy on his shoulders.

“You’ll be fine,” Emile said, hunkering down a bit so he could look into Virgil’s eyes even though Virgil had his head tipped toward the ground. “I’m pretty certain I can handle myself, and even if I can’t, I won’t let Remy do anything to you.”

“So are you and Virgil gonna hang out today?” Patton asked, coming back from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“If Virgil doesn’t mind,” Emile said.

Virgil just blinked. His mind was all fuzzy, and he wanted to sit down. He just nodded.

•^*^••

“I just… don’t quite trust it.” Roman said, driving the four wheeler.

Dee was riding behind him, and very pointedly not holding on to him, despite the jerking as they drove around the pasture. “I don’t either. We don’t know anything about him.”

They were looking for Remus, but so far had seen no signs of any vampires at all.

“Do you think he just took them all and left?”

“It’s definitely impossible,” Dee said flatly. There was not a hint of sarcasm in his tone, yet Roman had the distinct impression that he was being made fun of.

It was a while later that they went over a hill, and found the vampires at the bottom. They were… skinny dipping? It wasn’t even summer, or very warm at all.

“Bro! Snakey! Come on in!”

“That water is filled with cow pee,” Dee said. “You’d have to drag me in.”

“Oh, I can do that!”

“No!” Roman interrupted. “Please, just, get back in the water. Or at least put your clothes on.”

Remus sank down in the muddy water, blowing bubbles.

Roman cringed at the thought of having his mouth anywhere near the water.

“Is this just a visit?” One of the other vampires asked.

“Uh, more or less,” Roman said.

“Damn!” The vampire said, and was echoed by several disappointed groans.

Remus broke into a triumphant laugh.

“Let me guess, you’ll never tell us what that’s all about,” Dee said.

“I said we could only kill people that didn’t come for a visit,” Remus said. “And my bro looks tasty, even if he does smell bad.”

“I do not!” Roman blustered. “And I’m an only child.”

Remus shrugged.

“You intend to stay here then?” Dee asked.

Remus shrugged again. “Until it gets boring.”

“Let’s head back,” Dee said.

“What? Now? We didn’t even—“

“Go home, Hunter,” one of the other vampires said, and soon, encouraged by Remus himself, they were all chanting at Roman to go home.

Roman didn’t like it. But he left.

“What was that all about?!” He said, once they were probably out of earshot of the vampires.

“I can force people to tell me the truth. He wasn’t lying. And if we leave him to it he’ll stop the rest of them from attacking people for no reason.”

•^*^••

“I may be amazing, but I can’t just pull it out of nowhere,” Remy said. “I’m done.”

“We’ve only gone to two locations!” Logan said, already beyond exasperated.

Remy shrugged. “I’m done.” He walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Where?!”

“Does it matter? I’ll find my own way home.”

“We haven’t accomplished any of the tasks we set out to do!”

Remy shrugged. “Look, tough luck, gurl. Chill. We’ll try again next week.”

“What about Emile?”

Remy looked at Logan over the top of his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Is that a threat?”

“No. But you’d just leave him without warning?”

Remy shrugged again, his whole body relaxing into a casual posture. “He’s got a little baby vampire to take care of, he won’t get in trouble.”

“And he won’t worry about you?”

“Not with Virgil to worry about. And chill, I’ll call him if I wanna stay out more than a day or two. Not like you actually care.”

And then Remy zipped away, faster by far than a human could, and yet still managing to make his movements look casual.

•^*^••

Things had been far easier than Virgil had assumed. He’d spent a large portion of the day sitting watching cartoons with Emile. Mostly one called Avatar, the Last Airbender.

Emile stretched and got up. “Well, I guess I’ll make dinner tonight.”

Virgil followed and sat on the counter, swinging his legs and watching as Emile pulled out ingredients.

“Does…” his voice, already quiet, trailed off.

“Does what?” Emile asked.

“Does Zuko ever go back to his dad? After—after what happened?”

“Well, that would be a spoiler! I could tell you if you really want, but I’d be happy to keep watching with you, and let you see yourself.”

Virgil nodded.

“Why do you ask?”

Virgil’s mouth went dry. “Well… um.. just— it’s a long story.”

“I’d be happy to hear it, if you don’t mind telling me.”

Virgil was silent for several minutes.

“My um, my dad was a vampire.”

Emile nodded, flashing Virgil just enough eye contact to show that he was listening without being overwhelming. Virgil felt more comfortable talking to Emile’s back anyway.

“And he, he hurt my mom. And me sometimes, I guess.”

Emile just nodded.

“He— when I was turned it was cause he…” Virgil trailed off again.

“Was he the one that turned you?”

“No. But, after I got turned, I haven’t— I haven’t seen him again.”

“And you see a parallel between yourself and Zuko, since you both have abusive fathers.”

Virgil winced slightly. “I guess.”

“Virgil, if it’s not something you want to do, you do not owe it to your father to go back to him.” Emile set a hand on Virgil’s knee. “But if he hurt you badly enough that you could be turned, I wouldn’t suggest you going back at all.”

Virgil froze, chewing on his lip.

“Even though it’s still a spoiler, I’ll tell you. Zuko never got back the relationship he had with his dad, much less the relationship he wanted to have.”

Virgil’s face grew tight, and he blinked several times. He didn’t know why he was reacting like this. He’d barely even thought about his dad in months.

“Can I give you a hug?”

Virgil nodded, scrubbing at his eyes.

It was an awkward hug, with Virgil being up on the counter, but it didn’t make the kindness shine through any less. Virgil waffled between feeling like he was about to cry, and feeling strangely numb.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as Emile pulled away.

“Anytime. If you want a hug, you just have to ask.” Emile gave him a bright smile, and Virgil tried to return it, but his ended out rather weak and watery.

Emile stirred the food he was cooking so that it wouldn’t burn. “You know, Remy has a hard time with eating, but since you were turned, rather than born, I wonder if you can eat?”

The abrupt change in subject pulled Virgil out of his confused, rather yucky-feeling, spiral.

“I-I don’t know. I haven’t really tried. I was, I lived with my sire, and she didn’t keep food in the house.”

“Well, do you want to try?”

Virgil shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind. What are you making?”

“I’ve made it up. It’s sort of Italian-y.”

Emile held out a spoonful of the sauce. “Here.”

Virgil accepted the spoon, and ate the sauce. It tasted good. Not— not like he would have guessed. It didn’t taste like food anymore. But he wouldn’t mind eating more.

“Yeah, it’s good.”

Emile gave him a plateful, and Virgil ate it. Emile dished up the other plates, and covered them in foil for the other humans to eat as they were ready.

Another vampire happened by, saw Virgil eating, and just clicked his tongue before turning away. That was when Virgil started to get concerned.

It was not long at all after he’d finished eating that he stomach started to pain him.

“Emile.” Virgil clutched at his stomach as a wave of nausea swept over him.

“Oh, no. Come on, let’s get to the bathroom.”

Emile helped Virgil to the bathroom. The pain and nausea increased with every minute, until Virgil was heaving every bit of the food into the toilet.

“I’m sorry,” Emile said, rubbing Virgil’s back. “I should’ve told you what happens to Remy when he eats.”

“Not your fault,” Virgil said, letting out a groan as another wave ran over him. “I’m the one that ate it.”

“But if I’d told you you might not have eaten it.”

Virgil shrugged, unable at that moment to speak. It was true, if he’d known that this was a possible consequence he would have just left it alone.

There was a knock on the door. “Is everything ok in there?” Patton asked.

“It will be in a bit. Thank you.” Emile said, rubbing at Virgil’s back again as he hunched further over the toilet.

Virgil sat down on the bathroom floor. “Is it over?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Emile said. “Do you think it’s all out?”

Virgil wrapped his arms around his stomach. “Dunno.”

“If you want, we can sit on the couch. I’ll get you a bucket in case, and we can watch some more Avatar.”

“Sounds better than sitting here.”

Patton was very sympathetic about the situation, and sat next to Virgil, offering almost constant hugs while they watched.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Punishment

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Words: 3781

Summary: Based on episodes 1x7 and 1x8, after Elijah assumes the worst of his brother, Klaus bites the reader, a fellow Original and Elijah's wife. As the sickness and hallucinations from the venom set in, the reader is forced to face some of the darkest moments from her history, including betrayal and conspiring with their greatest enemy: Mikael.

Notes: I’m so glad to finally have an Elijah imagine! Rewatching the Originals, I thought that this would be an interesting take on the episode The River in Reverse. Enjoy!

You cursed Tyler for forcing your rescue mission into the humid and bug infested bayou. You could have been sitting comfortably at home enjoying your returned husband’s presence, but instead, you were arguing with Klaus over his intentions for his unborn child.

“Tyler Lockwood brought Hayley here to test a theory.” Elijah began. “That the blood of her child could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that. Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army.” He gazed furiously at his brother, but Klaus’ expression held only the hurt of betrayal.

“And of course you assume it's true.” He growled. “I mean, why else would I show any interest in my own flesh and blood?”

“Just tell us if you knew, Nik.” You pleaded. You wanted so badly to believe that it wasn’t, that he was only concerned with his child’s well being, but after a thousand years, your instinct was to assume the worst when it came to Klaus.

“A heartbroken little cry baby points his finger at me and my own brother falls in line.” His gaze shifted from Elijah to you. “I expect Elijah to always make me the villain, but I had expected more sympathy from you.” Your eyes fell to the dirt, unable to look him in the eye. Elijah continued.

“Spare me your indignation.” He spat. “When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards Hayley or her child beyond your own selfish pursuits?” Klaus was growing more irritable by the second.

“Elijah, he might be telling the truth.” You started, hoping to diffuse some of the tension between the two brothers, but he ignored you.

“What was it you once said to me?” He mimicked Niklaus’ voice to mock him. “Every king needs an heir.” Klaus’ expression deepened with hurt and anger.

“My big brother...” His voice was quiet and fuming with emotion. “So you doubt my intentions, well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Standing beside the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother. A liar. A manipulator. Bastard.”

“Klaus, please.” You stepped towards him, but he only glowered towards you.

“That’s all I am to all of you, isn’t it?”

“Brother-” Elijah tried to begin, but Klaus stopped him.

“We have said all that needs to be said, brother.” Klaus’ voice was now a low and menacing growl. He stepped back with a devilish smirk. “I’ll play the role I’ve been given.” He walked away before turning back and grabbing your arm. He yanked you into him, digging his fangs into your neck as you cried out in agony.

“No!” Elijah exclaimed, rushing towards you as Klaus pushed away. He wrapped his arms around you, shielding you from whatever else his brother may have planned. But Klaus merely backed away.

“I hope the three of you enjoy each other’s company. But I’d be careful once the hallucination sets in, Elijah. Our dear Y/N may have a few secrets tucked away in that subconscious of hers.” He disappeared.

“What the hell?” Hayley gasped.

“Help me get her inside,” Elijah ordered, helping you stand.

“I’ll be fine, Elijah.” You insisted, taking a step on your own, but ended up stumbling back into his arms.

“Hayley, please,” Elijah begged. Hayley put your arm over her shoulders and helped Elijah walk you to the cabin sitting on the water.

“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with your family?” Hayley shook her head with an exasperated breath. Elijah sat you down on the bed, cupping your face in his hands.

“I’m going to kill him.” He muttered angrily, examining the bite on your neck.

“I’ll be fine, Elijah.” You sighed. “It won’t kill me.” You gave him a weak smile. “This isn’t the first time Nik has used me to punish you. It’s not even the worst time.”

Elijah knew exactly what you were talking about. It was not a memory he often liked to think of. It was the early 1500’s and the four of them lived in Copenhagen, Denmark. Not long before, you and Elijah helped the young girl that you’d befriended escape Klaus’ ritual. He hadn’t forgiven you for letting Katerina Petrova get away and you feared that his wrath would intervene with the wedding. After nearly five hundred years of being vampires, Elijah finally felt safe enough to propose. It was the night before the wedding was when Klaus exacted his revenge on his brother and his soon-to-be sister in law.

“Y/N!” Elijah called out, practically skipping down the corridor to your room. He had a dinner prepared, just for the two of you, and a moonlit walk through the gardens with his bride to be. “Y/N, darling, come downstairs-” As he opened the door, he was surprised to find his younger brother instead.

“Haven’t you heard that it’s terribly bad luck to make love before the wedding, brother,” Klaus smirked, twirling a dagger around in his fingers. “I would so hate for something to befall you… or your bride.”

“Niklaus, what have you done with Y/N?” Elijah seethed, looking around the room for some hint as to where you could be. Klaus’ smug smile only grew.

“We had a row.” He shrugged. “Perhaps she took a walk to calm down. Or perhaps some rest might do her good.” Elijah realized what dagger Klaus was holding and his heart sunk.

“You didn’t.” He shook his head in disbelief. Klaus chuckled deeply and stood, walking across the room to his brother. Elijah clenched his fists. “Where is she?”

“Now that’s for me to know, and you to spend the next seventy years agonizing over.” He continued to toy with the weapon until Elijah shoved him against the wall, his voice practically a growl.

“Need I remind you that I am getting married tomorrow?” He spat. Klaus tried to push him away, but Elijah stood his ground in anger.

“Consider it punishment for your betrayal concerning the Doppelganger.” Klaus hissed. He finally pushed Elijah back by holding the dagger pointed at his brother’s chest.

“Do it.” Elijah dared. “Box me away along with the other problems you think you can escape. For I will make your life a living hell if you do not release her.”

“Oh, I don’t think you will.” Klaus laughed. “If you so much as feed without my permission, I will ensure that you never see Y/N again. And if you try and find her, brother, I will see to it that her coffin winds up at the bottom of the ocean. Or perhaps I’ll just leave her behind and let Mikael have his way with her. I’m sure he’d enjoy ripping her apart.” The look in Klaus’ eyes scared Elijah more than he cared to admit, but he knew that Klaus would destroy you if he didn’t obey.

“How can you be so willing to destroy your own brother’s happiness. To harm a woman that you’ve known almost all your life. A woman who has shown you nothing but love.”

“I wouldn’t speak such praises of Y/N, brother, for there are things about her you do not know. You should consider this a favor.” Klaus began to storm out of the room, but Elijah called out one last remark.

“I was right.” He fell to his knees in front of your bed, his hands finding the sheets, searching to feel your warmth. He could not stop the tears in his eyes, for he knew not when or if he’d see you again. Klaus had taken the one person that he truly loved, without remorse. “You really have lost all of your humanity, brother.” He spat out the last word as if it left a sour taste in his mouth. Klaus didn’t turn back, but even as he walked back down the hall, he could hear Elijah’s anguished cries. If only he knew the truth.

He didn’t see you again until they arrived in New Orleans… 200 years later. Somehow, Klaus had kept your coffin hidden among Kol and Finn’s. Elijah and Klaus’ relationship had never been the same since that night and Klaus knew that there was one thing he could do to even gain the smallest bit of sympathy from his brother again. Plus your punishment had gone on long enough.

“Do you remember that day?” You laughed painfully. Elijah asked Hayley to get him a bowl of water and a towel to sooth your fever. “I’ll never forget your face.” You reached up your hand and caressed his face.

“Nearly 200 years and you never moved on.” Klaus stood by his brother on the balcony of their new home, thanks to the mayor’s love of gold. He held to glasses of the finest whiskey. “No amount of harlots or far off princesses deterred your love for her.”

“I don’t let people in, Niklaus.” He shook his head. “You took the one person…” He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “The one person that meant something to me outside of our ‘always and forever’.” He turned to Klaus and ignored the glass he offered him. “Do you honestly think that I’m going to just let her go? I was going to mary Y/N, Niklaus.”

“Ah yes, the nuptials that I so rudely interrupted.” Klaus drank from both glasses and set them on the railing. “To be fair, I didn’t cancel the wedding, dear brother. I merely postponed it.” Elijah’s face contorted with confusion.

“What are you saying, Niklaus?”

“I’m saying,” he smirked. “That you can come out from around the corner, love, before Elijah snaps my neck.” Elijah slowly turned around and there you were. Your smile was radiant and you wore a new dress.

“Hello.” You greeted nervously. Even after all this time, you still felt the butterflies in your stomach whenever he looked at you. And now, his eyes held more love and relief and joy then you had ever seen.

“Y/N.” He rushed to you and lifted you up in his arms, taking in the softness of your skin, the scent of your hair, and as you lifted his face to meet yours in a kiss, he memorized the taste of your lips. “My love, I have not lived since the day you were taken from me.” He kissed a trail from your jaw to your shoulder.

“Well,” Klaus coughed with an amused grin on his face. “I suppose I could have a talk with the mayor about hosting us for a little celebration. What better way to introduce us to New Orleans than with a wedding?” He left the two of you in peace, but not before giving you a warning glance. You felt your cheeks burn with shame, but luckily, Elijah didn't seem to notice. He still couldn't quite believe that after all this time, his heart had finally returned.

You were married not three days later. Rebekah wanted a grand celebration, but you and Elijah simply couldn't wait. And despite the family drama and Klaus’ paranoia over the years, the two of you were happy.

“Of course, I remember.” Elijah placed the cloth on your forehead with a loving smile. “How could I forget?”

“Elijah,” you began weakly, “you should leave.” You could almost feel the hallucinations coming as the venom coursed through your veins. He scoffed.

“You don’t honestly think I could just leave you here?” He laced his fingers through yours, kissing the back of your hand gently. “Not that I’m doubting Hayley’s nursing skills, but I’d prefer to take care of you myself.”

“Klaus wasn’t lying, Elijah.” You breathed heavily and felt yourself losing control. You kicked the bedpost, crying out. Elijah just held onto you, soothingly running his fingers through your hair. You tried to push away. “I’m going to start hallucinating and you can’t be here.” It wasn’t until then that he could see your fear. You were scared, not of the pain or the venom, but of what he might see. Even now, he could see your memories as they flowed from your mind to his, your subconscious barriers weakening. Flashes of darkness and stone and blood.

“I’m staying.” He persisted. You screamed, your hands latching onto his arms.

“Elijah, please.” You begged. “I have loved you for a thousand years, but still, there are things I’ve never told you. Things you can never know for they will make you hate me.” Your eyes were filled with horror and his were pained to see you in such a state.

“Y/N,” He pushed a hair out of your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. “Nothing that you could’ve done could make me hate you.” He pulled your head into his lap, dipping the cloth in more water to keep you cool.

“I didn’t want you to find out like-” You cried out again and this time you couldn’t stop it as you were both thrown into your past- five hundred years ago.

The gardens were your favorite place to go when you needed to think. You could hardly breathe. Elijah proposed. After all these years of running, he finally felt safe enough to officially bring you into his chaotic family. You, of course, said yes, but he still wanted to give you the option of having time to think. As you walked through the flowers and bushes, there was nothing you wanted more than to become his wife.

One of the reasons that you loved the garden was its calming quiet. You knew every sound by heart. The trickling water of the nearby creek, the sound of insects buzzing about the flowers, and the birds singing in the trees. The footsteps that drew closer to you were not among those sounds.

“I must say, you have grown more radiant over the years. I can see why Elijah keeps you.” The voice sent fear through your whole body. A fear that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Mikael.” You gasped, turning around to see the subject of your nightmares. Without giving you a chance to run, he snapped your neck and carried you away from the estate.

When you woke up, there was no use in screaming. He’d taken you far enough that running would be in vain. He was more powerful and you knew it. So you had no choice but to sit and await your fate.

“Get on with it.” You spat. He loomed over you with a dark expression. You stood, keeping your head high. You would not let him see your fear. “Kill me.”

“Why would I do that?” He sighed, looking at you as if you were a child that he was scolding. “You have always meant a lot to my family, especially Elijah. Even the beast adored you when you were children.”

“Since when do you care about your family.” You growled, taking a step towards him. “You’ve been hunting us down ever since you turned us into monsters, trying to erase your mistake.” His hand found your throat, crushing the air out of you.

“You would be wise to watch your tongue, girl, or I may rethink what I’m about to offer you.” He released you and you recoiled back, your body shaking. “You are going to help me defeat the one that I am truly after.” You clenched your fists.

“Klaus.”

“He is the one that tore this family apart, not I. He corrupted our name and turns our blood to filth. He is a beast that must be destroyed.”

“Save me the sermon, Mikael. There is nothing that you can say to me that will make me turn against Niklaus.” You started to turn. Maybe if you could distract him, you could run.

“I’ll let Elijah live.” Those four words got your attention. “I’ll let all of them live, and you.”  You crossed your arms, taking a defiant stance.

“If you think that I would turn against someone I love for the sake of my own life, you clearly don't know me, or your children for that matter.” You took one last look at the door. “Whatever you’re planning, I want no part of it.” And then you ran.

You didn’t get far, of course. Mikael was faster, stronger, and more experienced than you. He caught up with you before you were even halfway back to the estate. You didn’t realize that he had the white-oak stake until it was piercing into your chest. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in shock. All it would take is one last push.

“You will tell all but Klaus to flee the castle and lock him on his chamber for me to find him.” Mikael spat, twisting the stake, causing you to scream. “If you do not follow my instructions, your first engagement present will be Elijah's head.” He vanished the stake in your chest with him. You collapsed against the tree, tears stinging in your eyes. Could you betray the man you loved in order to save him? Did you even have a choice?

Elijah's mind reeled as you tried to fight the visions. Your hands gripped his and your eyes begged him to leave. But he was stubborn and you were both pulled back.

You wandered hopelessly down the hall, dreading Elijah's approach. He rushed to you, for they had been searching the grounds for you all afternoon.

“Where have you been?” He inquired, taking your hands in his. You looked into his worried eyes with despair. “My dear, what is it?”

“He’s here.” You whispered, the terror in your voice real. “Mikael is here.” Elijah froze a similar terror to yours washing over his face. “He attacked me in the woods, but I escaped and came to warn all of you.”

“I must find the others.” He said urgently. You grabbed his arm.

“You find Rebekah, I’ll find Klaus.” You felt every fiber of your being screaming out at him, telling him the truth as the guilt churned in your stomach. You put a hand on his cheek, fearing anything that should happen to those beautiful brown eyes. As he rushed to find his sister, you found Klaus in his chambers painting.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, dear sister-to-be?” He smirked as you entered. You took a deep breath.

“I'm sorry.” You cried. Mikael appeared at the window and Klaus’ face morphed with anger and betrayal. You ran, holding the door shut as you heard the fight inside ensue. Tears streamed down your face as you heard Nik’s cries. Unable to listen any more, you fled. You ran as far and as fast as you could into the forest, knowing that if you were to see Elijah now, you would break. His beloved brother, dead by your hands. You might as well have been the one to plunge the stake into his heart.

Elijah pulled away slowly, finally released from your mind. You looked up at him with shame and regret, but you're expression quickly changed as the venom-induced hallucinations began. His face morphed into his father's and you stood, your teeth grinding with anger.

“Mikael.” You snapped. Elijah stepped back in confusion. “This is your fault.”

“Y/N, it’s me.” He tried to explain, but it was too late. The venom had taken over. You pinned him against the wall, your hand wrapping tight around his throat, your fingers finding his heart. If you couldn’t kill him, you’d make sure you left a mark.

“I lay in a box for 200 years and now he will hate me.” The fury in your eyes mixed with sorrow and Elijah placed a hand on your face. “Don’t touch me you-” You stopped suddenly and your limp body fell into Elijah’s arms.

“Seemed like you needed a little help.” Hayley shrugged, taking out the stake that she’d planted in your back.

“As grateful as I am to be rescued,” Elijah brushed off with a sarcastic look. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t stab my wife.”  

Night soon fell and Elijah waited in solitude for you to awaken. He had encouraged Hayley to return home and find out more about the area before she explored much further. Since she felt slightly guilty for staking his wife in the back, she didn't argue.

When you emerged from the cabin, your fever was gone and the past few hours hit you like a wall. Elijah barely looked up from the fire as you sat across from him.

“Why do you think my parents turned you with the rest of us?” He asked calmly, his expression indecipherable. Your eyebrows knit together.

“I guess I’ve never thought about it.”

“The fact that we were betrothed had little to do with it. They were private people and trusted few who weren’t part of our family, even if you were to become my bride. Surely, I would have found someone else in the expanse of time immortality gave us. I believe that by the time they turned us into what we are, they no longer believed in love, not that my feelings for you would have influenced their decision.”

“Perhaps I was a mistake.” You stared deeply into the flames, turning when he appeared beside you, his eyes blazing in the light. They held not anger, but love.

“They turned you because you were one of us.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You have always been one of us.” You felt a tear slip down your face and your lip begin to quiver. “Mikael was a tyrant, one that frightened even Niklaus. We have all done terrible things in fear. I myself have turned against Klaus when I believed him to have destroyed my other siblings.”

You remembered that time well. You and Elijah had spent years trying to find Klaus, all the while you tried to convince Elijah to forgive him. It wasn’t until he discovered that the boxes that contained his siblings did not ly and the bottom of the ocean that he rejoined Nik.

“While I wish you would have told me of these events, I do not hate you for them. Besides, Niklaus punished you enough.” His stomach still churned at the memories during those years alone. “And if there is one thing that those 200 years have taught me is that my parents were wrong. There could never be anyone else. Our paths are intertwined together,” He gently pulled your face towards his for a sweet, passionate kiss that vanquished all of your doubts. When you parted, a small smile graced his lips. “Always and forever.”