Jeremy had gone home, and of course; had changed into nicer attire. He didn’t knw if Bonnie had gotten her dress but he thought she would resourceful.
He sighed and walked into Mikaelson Manor, along with another few people. Tatia had said something about surprising Klaus here, but he didn’t know if she would go through with it or not. He just hoped that nobody would get hurt. That always tended to happen whenever they pissed Klaus off. He just hoped that this time around, it would be different.
He looked around the manor, hoping to either spot Klaus, Elena, or Bonnie. He sighed when he saw none of them, then moved around the place, trying to see if he could spot anyone.
He sent a quick text to Elena. Then locked his phone and looked around. He sighed looked up.
His ears twitched as he heard a steadied beating heart downstairs. He could hear voices cluttering around the mansion as peopled flawked in, “We shall.” He replied as his right hand latched onto the doorknob. He swung it open and began to proceed out of the bedroom; toward the staircase. As he stood at the top of the staircase with his sister at his side; Elijah smiled as if it were the old days when Rebekah and himself, entered night clubs at their leisure.
(Move Along Without Me For A Small Spell. A Few Hours.)
Klaus had been making his way around the party greeting prominent Towns People, Council Members, and other Party Goers. He left the current Mayor and even Sheriff Forbes, laughing as he smiled politely excusing himself to continue his obligatory rounds as the Host of the lovely party that Caroline threw together as easily as she pulled off everything it seemed. Standing among a crowd of Mystic Falls most eligible Bachelorettes, who were all too eager to meet the very obviously rich and available Klaus Mikaelson, and he had them charmed and giggling in no time, but his yes swept the crowd looking for Caroline’s return. If you will excuse me Ladies, a Host has further work to do I’m afraid. Please enjoy my home. After a few objections from the Ladies he excused himself politely and slipped away from the crowd.
Finally alone and quiet, he sat at his piano and gently fingered the keys. This party was really just a distraction, for himself as well as everyone else if he was being honest. A distraction from this mysterious power that somehow had influenced him from the shadows and with the loss of his Hybrids, he now had to decide whether he should try that again. He had his Family, but his Family were never a sure thing. They plotted and planned against him. Or they accused him of atrocities and fled to leave him alone. He loved them but he still could not trust them.
It didn’t take long for Rebekah to spot Klaus in the throng of local politicians and dignitaries, before then taking on the many town debutantes that hung on his every word and phrase. It was almost sickening to watch the display, as though fawning over some sort of rock star or the new town hunk. Before long he had moved away from the gaggle of girls and most likely to the den in retreat till his adored Caroline made her appearance. If he was anything, he was predictable in that sense. The girl was his weakness and his possible downfall.
With her brother on her arm, they would descend the steps together as this was like every other family gathering they had been to over the years. There was no sign of Matt, but knowing him he had probably put in a late shift at the Grill. He would come, she was sure of it.
Taking a champagne flute off a passing tray, she held the glass by the stem and took a sip. The taste a touch too sweet for her liking. She leaned her head towards her brother and asked.
“It’s getting rather crowded, don’t you think?” This was more or less a suggestion that they follow Klaus and see what he was up to.
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As Raven continued looking around the room, her eyes had locked upon the eldest and youngest of the originals, Elijah and Rebekah. A chuckle would instantly slip from between her lips as in shock of them showing up together at the party. Not being the only one it had caught many others attention as they both stood at the highest step of the staircase.
Using both of her hands Raven had grip both sides of her dress to quickly make her way through the crowd over towards the end of the staircase that Rebekah and Elijah were coming down from. “What a wonderful entrance I might say!” She spoke out with joy. “You both look marvelous..” She added.
Klaus heard the door close and smelled the sweet perfume of a Woman. He assumed one of the more bold Ladies followed him to continue their pursuits, but something in the voice, caused a pit in his chest. It was a voice he hadn’t heard in a very long time. A voice he thought he would never hear again, and by rights should not be hearing now. Perhaps he finally broke and was gone insane. He grabbed the glass of brandy from the piano top without looking back yet. He drained a hard swallow.
After the glass was emptied he finally got the courage to look back. It took him a second to register her face, but in a moment longing, sadness, hate, and fury passed through him in a blur. He flew from the piano and stood in her face with a hand at her throat ready to squeeze the life, but he had not even tightened his grip. Instead he searched her face silently for a long moment, taking her in. That gorgeous face that haunted his dreams for centuries. He was suddenly flooded with emotions that he’d long forgotten. He hated her for the rift that she caused between him and his Brother, but in turn she was the only Woman he had ever loved. His hand dropped from her and he turned to face away from her as the tears found their way over the rims of his yes. You’re……..you’re not real, this is another game. I will NOT be toyed with! He was almost afraid to turn back and see that she indeed had disappeared and he was in fact insane, driven by this unseen force that played with him all this time. He could only whisper to himself.……..Tatia….. He swallowed hard as if he could trap the name and keep it for himself.
Elijah had sensed a great disturbance within the atmosphere. He took his time down the staircase with his sister, Rebekah. His gaze swiveled to them as he entered, suit immaculate as ever, hardly a trace to indicate the events that had occurred over the course of the evening, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling the rug had been swept out from under his feet. Tatia? The idea was unfathomable, the reasoning marred. The heartbeat was discernible; both brothers had heard it as clear as day, yet centuries of fact could hardly be eviscerated overnight. His eyes narrowed as his arms unraveled from Rebekah’s unconsciously. He felt a drift. He couldn’t stop but keep moving forward. He recognized this smell. That vibrant heartbeat. As a second passed by, he could have sworn that he had actually seen her; but it was a mere illusion? Someone was playing games. “Am I under a spell?” He questioned as his eyes fell toward the floor before him.
Klaus let himself surrender to her proximity and her body heat, for a moment, before anger took him once more. I do not know if you are real or some trick of my addled mind, but you do not presume to show up after so long and after you did so much, and ask me for favors. He willed the moisture on the rims of his eyes back into his tear ducts. He decided to accept the situation, whether real or imagined, You’re no Vampire…nor any Werewolf, so if you are alive, then you must be something that shouldn’t exist. Acceptance gave way to a more relaxed posture. He decided to embrace the madness. Why not? SO he leaned againt the wall and casually looked around as he spoke.
So assuming that I am NOT in fact hallucinating, as pleasing as the hallucination might be……you are Immortal. He had a small smug smile at his knowledge of the extremely rare occurrence. Yes, I’ve read a few old dusty books in my time. So you can read my mind is it? Unless I choose to shut it to you…. He looked back to her. Still there.
He remained placid on the surface but his undead heart was pounding with emotions. He stood looking down at her face for an intense moment; exchanging body heat and lips nearly touching. His eyes turned from green to a golden yellow with the corneas turned abyss black. Veins formed around his cheekbones as fangs extended from his gums. He wasn’t totally sure of his stability in this moment but his body seemed to be taking over. Tell me….Love, if you were a figment of my addled mind……were I to tear into your jugular this moment and rip away your throat…..would you bleed out? Or would you vanish into my subconscious? A low rumbling growl settled from deep in his throat as he struggled between kissing her or attacking her. This hallucination was too much. Who had the power to delve that deep into his past memories to dig her out?
“What a wonderful entrance I might say!”
“How nice of you to notice, dear.” Spoken with a refined English accent as she turned her head towards Elijah who currently seemed pre-occupied. Returning her attentions to Raven, who was now gushing about how marvelous the pair looked, Rebekah cast her eyes up and down Raven’s gown. She did look rather pretty – dainty almost.
“How I love the classics, is that your Mother’s?” Rebekah was referring to Raven’s gown, thinking that it had been locked in a box for fifty odd years and only just brought out again.
Again she got an odd feeling as she heard her brother utter “Am I under a spell?” Rebekah raised a brow sharply and whispered back to him. “Is something wrong, Brother?”
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“I’m sorry, but I have urgent business to attend to.” He would look toward Raven after removing his eyes from the floor before him. He glanced over toward his sister and gave her reassurance as best he could. “No need to worry, Rebekah. Enjoy the party.” He stated calmly as he raised his right hand and laid it upon her cheekbone. He would then walk off as his hand drifted from her face. “If you would excuse me.” He added to his sudden departure. He couldn’t pinpoint Klaus’s voice, nor could he really hear it. The clashing of various voices began to take a toll as he tried to focus in on one. He found several but not the one he sought out. He dashed in a blur of speed; undetectable by the human eye and by most supernatural beings within the mansion. He was in search of his brother; he feared that Klaus would end up killing someone of importance to his investigations or perhaps being apprehended by witches. Which would explain the dull senses he was having when trying to hone in on their voices.
