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You couldn’t have let me have that one could you? But you are right, I am the second closets to a human in the variety of Supernatural’s here. Just over Mediums. Are you ruling yourself out of having no Humanity?
Oh that I could believe had made Rebekah very angry to be determined by her sex that she had to do all the cooking. Well nothing like the present to start to learn as you put it a “Domestic Skill”
I like to win, Bonnie, you know that. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to think lowly of yourself. Where would you rate doppelgangers? I don’t know. I wouldn’t completely rule myself out but - I’m old. I think I’m not who I used to be.
It did indeed. I have many memories of her little rages, and attempts at revenge. Many of which involved mud in our dinners. I suppose so - since I’ll have such a capable teacher. Will I get to learn all the Bennett family secret recipes?
Ah but Elijah, I am not Human am I?
Oh I am sure you will have a use in the Kitchen once you get the hang of Cooking. Whenever you are free, let me know. I will be sure to spare some of my Cooking skills to you. Hopefully you will be a faster learner then Elena was. She was a shocker.
I think that defining yourself as something more than human is correct, but yet, ruling yourself completely out as a human is not quite true. You still have humanity in you. Just as you have the power and greatness that comes from your magic.
I try to pick things up quickly, I suppose, but domestic skills seems outside my area. I’m unaccustomed to having to look after myself in that manner. Back when I was human, it was never required of boys, after all. You can imagine how angry that would make Rebekah.
Just different to what I expected that is all. Now that all depends on what you deem as “fast food.” I have heard different types of Fast Food from Damon and Stefan. So you may want to clarify on that Mikaelson.
If you feel up to learning how to Cook I can enrol you in a class, or even yet I could teach you. Although I must warn you. I am a terrible teacher.
I exceed expectations, I hope? I assure you all I meant was human food for humans. Bennett.
I’m afraid I think I won’t be much use in a kitchen, but how could I pass up the chance to learn a skill from one such as yourself? If you can make the time for me.
It really does surprise me Elijah how much you really do pay attention to what I have been saying. But you see, it is leftovers of what I had cooked for lunch. Grandmothers recipe.
Of course I listen to you. Why would I ask, if I didn’t want to know? Ahh, I see. Well, as I don’t know how to cook, you know I can be of no use for you. Unless you wish to have some of that ‘fast food’?
For Dinner.
Perhaps it’s time you put those cooking lessons your grandmother apparently gave you to good use.
He is our family Elijah, are you going to spend the rest of eternity hating him? Because that is an awfully long time to hold grudge against one of your own. It is no secret that out family is my concern, because my family has been the only thing that has kept me going for centuries, the thought that we could all be together one day. I have friends as well Elijah, and I fear for their safety, but I know that they have nothing to fear from Niklaus. I am not the same girl I was when we turned, and I wish you understood that. I am strong, and I can look after myself despite what you or anyone else thinks. I will not allow myself to be manipulated again, but I will not allow myself to fight with Niklaus any longer. The only reason I did not un-dagger you and the rest of our family all those years is because I knew Niklaus would hunt me down and kill me for what I had done, but I knew the time would come that we would all be reunited again. I have never wanted to be in the middle of your feuds, it saddens me that you would think that.
That’s the last thing I want. Don’t you understand that, Rebekah, that I want none of this? I’ve been alone for the past few centuries, alone and angry. But Klaus isn’t trustworthy. He isn’t in his right mind anymore. He will do anything, to anyone, to get his way. I can’t be caught up in that. I can’t let you be caught in that. Perhaps that’s the truth, but Klaus will use you. He always has before. Because his view of right and wrong is skewed. He doesn’t understand the concept. I can’t allow him to live like that, a danger to everyone around him, including himself. Think of our brother, a thousand years ago, the boy Niklaus that we both loved - would he like to see this version of himself? No, he would not. I’m doing this for him. Do you hear yourself? You knew that Klaus would hunt you down and kill you for saving the lives of your family - his family? That isn’t right. That isn’t how family should be. I don’t think that, exactly - but you can’t deny, you’ve always chosen his side. That may have been petty of me to say, in the midst of all this.
Bonnie’s head lifted ever so slightly to look at him straight on. Elijah was of course taller then her, so it was hard to give off the physical sense of looking down at him. But as she was the shortest out of her group of friends, it had become a hurdle she had completely jumped and mastered in a mental sense.
“You have to understand Elijah.” Her hands moved to slide up and under her chest. The fingers resting on her arm began to tap in an offbeat. A random order.
“That before all this.” Her hand weaved out into the air rolling twice before sliding back into the fold of her arms. “I hated Vampires. Now that a majority of my loved ones are in fact Vampires I had to come to terms with it.” Bonnie had no idea why she was explaining herself to Elijah, when she could not tell her own friends what happened with Tyler.
“Trust is really hard for me right now, but I do trust you.” Oddly enough, Bonnie did trust the Vampire next to her. It was strange considering that he is the brother of the biggest baddest Vampire -Now Hybrid - that had ruined and caused havoc between her and her friends. And was a part of the Original Vampires. Even with those thoughts running through her head, she still didn’t get the urge to run or even use her magic to give her the opportunity to get out of there. She remained where she was, with her arms crossed, a hard glint in her eyes and a steady heart. Ignoring the emotionless voice that came from her companion she went straight into admitting that she knew about Klaus and his resurrection. Bonnie’s eyes took one last look at Elijah. Knowing very well how this conversation was going to go and how at the end it will turn out. Just like Caroline, just like Elena.
Bonnie’s leg swung out, her feet began walking forward. Needing something to do to help process her thoughts.
Elijah raised his head precariously, as Bonnie stared him down. He felt like he should be more accusing, her words were causing him severe alarm. But, trust was the key. They were allies. He had to give her the chance to explain what she meant. He knew, she didn’t owe him anything. Time and time again they had fought, on opposite sides because of their choices. He wanted to be on the same side. “I do understand that,” he said hesitantly, breathing deeply and fingering his suit jacket. “You’ve made your view on vampires perfectly clear, and it has always made sense to me. You’ve always been justified. You know that I admire your loyalty to your friends in spite of that.” He wasn’t sure where she was taking this. His mind was whirling at the possibilities, and sure enough, the first and foremost was Niklaus. Klaus, who could manipulate and convince and corrupt like no other. The mind tricks his brother could play, well, he’d experienced it first hand.
“And I value that trust,” Elijah interjected again. Watching her nervous movements was unsettling, the doubt she was feeling clearly showed on her face. He didn’t understand yet the meaning behind all of this, but he was afraid he wasn’t going to like it. Yet, Bonnie’s trust in him was something he couldn’t take lightly; reciprocating that was something he had to do. “You have had every reason given to you in the past to doubt my word. I have betrayed you before. My word that I won’t again doesn’t mean much, in light of that.” He wouldn’t. He was determined to make certain that the past wrongs would be righted. Bonnie, Elena… all of them - he was determined to make them live long and happy lives. It was all he could do. He hoped it would be enough. The weight of his betrayals would never leave him, unless he attempted to make things right.
Bonnie’s sudden motion caught him by surprise, and instincts took over. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, attempting to stop her from moving. He immediately let go, at the realisation that she was only intending to keep walking, a shamed look on his face. “My apologies. I was too hasty,” He shook his head at his own idiocy, frowning. He was too jumpy these days. Trust had become an issue for him, also. Her next words gave him a melancholy feel, “The way your brother dies isn’t something one tends to forget,” he chuckled, almost sadly. Of course, he’d not actually died, so with a curious glance at Bonnie, he motioned for her to continue speaking. To tell the story. He decided to reserve judgement, and try not to comment until she was done speaking.
After she finished her tale, he swallowed, feeling a lump of distaste. “I see,” he began - the confirmation that Bonnie had indeed been corrupted by Niklaus left a bitter feeling in his throat. Perhaps she’d done it for her own reasons, which she had clearly stated, but still… Bonnie had been a force of pure goodness, or so he’d thought. This was the mistake he always made - idolization. He’d done it to Niklaus, made his brother’s words impeachable, only to discover that those walls could fall down. He’d realised the truth of Niklaus’ actions. Next, he’d expected Katerina to be the one, the one who would restore everything Elijah needeed. He’d seen her as something above the rest of them, purity, beauty. He’d seen her as hope. He should have seen her as she truly was instead. Now, he’d put that on Bonnie. Made her into a saint. It was hardly fair. This mistake was on him. He couldn’t find any anger inside him, at what she’d done. A little regret, perhaps, that Klaus was alive, and as such he’d have to make a hard choice. “You did what you thought was right,” Elijah said, with a drawn out sigh. He touched her hand briefly, as a comfort to her or himself, he did not know, “Whether it was or not, isn’t important. It’s done.” And it couldn’t be undone. They had to face the consequences and move forward. “It would be preferable if you hadn’t used dark magic, of course, because that always seems to go awry, but I believe we can work around that.”
At his words, she even smiled a little. She could only imagine Elijah in the kitchen, trying to make soup or muffins. It’d be a sight to see if she were honest. But only thinking that she would still be able to go eat was calming. Thinking that maybe she could have romantic dinners at Olive Garden, or go for picnics on a sunny day. Or go swimming and have ice-cream and be happy. Maybe that was a good thing. Not maybe; it was a good thing. So much closer to humanity. Maybe tonight she could find leftovers? Maybe there was still Chunky Monkey in the freezer? Maybe she would find skittles somewhere or gummy bears and tea? She could eat everything there was to forget about the fact that she had to sip blood now.
Blood. It flowed through somebody’s veins probably not too long ago. It kept someone alive, even if that someone is still breathing. It was blood! She was slowly calming, regaining composure, but probably only because she stopped breathing. She knew if she’d take in one breath, the fangs will be back and her eyes would go dark… They were going dark, she was sure. She had seen Stefan’s face once and that had been enough. Jenna didn’t like the idea of herself looking this way. It scared her.. everything did, and even though she was trying to tell herself that she had unlimited potential for happiness, her life felt like a white empty room. As Elijah squeezed her shoulder gently, she opened her eyes again, and the glass of blood immediately caught her attention, and not because it was the only thing on the kitchen counter, but because it just … called to her. Like sirens, luring her into something that would not turn out good once you indulged.
He watched her in concern. The fact that she felt the need to resist breathing wasn’t a good sign. It appeared Jenna’s entry into this life had scarred her against it - she was entirely against the idea of causing harm to others. He did blame his brother for this, yes, but perhaps it had more to do with simply the person she was, rather than that which had happened to her. She was good-hearted. Although, when was that ever enough? Despite his words, he worried for her. Yes, he believed she could learn to control herself - Jenna seemed more than capable of that. But with each new vampire he saw - especially those good at heart - he had to think of Niklaus. Didn’t everything always return to Klaus? He had been good at heart, resistant to the vampire lifestyle. Once, his brother had been as innocent, young, and compassionate as Jenna. Once, the bloodlust and power had overtaken him and changed him forever more. Elijah had to be careful if he was to not allow the same to happen to Jenna. If he fixed each and every one of their family’s colllective mistakes, perhaps life would be kinder to them. Even if they didn’t deserve it. He wanted that life for Rebekah - of all of them, she had the most humanity, even if she tried to hide it. She would be happy. He needed that for her. She would be happier with Klaus out of her life. He tried to convince himself of that, and failed. Elijah still didn’t know what to do on that note.
As he watched, Jenna picked up the glass, and seemingly talked herself into drinking the blood. Or more likely, instincts took over. New instincts… one received new intincts becoming a vampire. A whole new creature. Changed for the worse. He watched her react to the blood, and winced. Elijah tried to ignore her pain as much as possible, not wanting his guilt to overtake the true purpose of this moment. She had to drink the blood, it was as simple as that. Even if it was becoming a monster. It was necessary.
Her frantic actions broke into his thoughts; clearly, the minimal amount of blood hadn’t been enough. That, he should have been more ready for. It had been a while since he’d been with one of the newly turned. But he had brought more than the one bloodbag. He wasn’t that ignorant. “Do you need more?” he asked patiently, watching her conflicting emotions play out. He remembered over the years, how he’d changed -from a human to a vampire, from kindness and honesty to manipulative and bloodthirsty. He had played Klaus’ games for his brother’s sake perhaps, but for the most part, he’d enjoyed it. It had taken him far too long to find himself again. “The more blood, the better. It will increase your strength. It may seem like a bad thing, but you need to understand - this is what sustains you now.”
No not three different groups brought them back. Three different groups have been brought back in different ways. I know nothing about Mikael, and if I did I would tell you. But I don’t think he came back with the others.
Which determines the fact that someone wanted him back, in order to rid the world of my family.
