Elijah knew that he should check on Kol, and stay with Rebekah. They all needed blood, and while he trusted himself with her, it wasn't the ideal situation. Besides, the last time he'd spoken to her he'd been promising...a whole lot of things he hadn't been able to keep. Jenna's death ranked highest up there, honestly ( Read more... )

 He'd made a promise ( Read more... )

Elijah had spent the night in his study, in front of the fire, the ring anodized stake in his hands. Rebekah and Kol both wandered in a few times, his sister more openly fretful than his brother, but both of them clearly uncomfortable and uncertain ( Read more... )

Elijah was not completely certain the wisdom of this particular course of action. It had been his dearest, mostly closely held dream for far too long to have his family back together. Now that they were...part of him was wondering how he'd so managed to romanticize the past to ever think it was going to be a good idea ( Read more... )

The subway was an abysmal form of travel. Certainly, it was acceptable enough for the cattle with their need to rush everywhere, down under the ground, better dressed variants of sewer rats. The roads above were congested with pedestrians and taxicabs, clogged and impassable half of the time like the drains in the older buildings turned into ( Read more... )

Hearing a rumor that Mikael was in town was, honestly, the last thing Elijah wanted to deal with. It was, however, the thing that finally dragged him across town to the Salvatore mansion. Honestly, he'd been putting it off for too long. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Rebekah. Gods, of course he wanted to see her. He'd missed her more than any ( Read more... )

Elijah wasn't convinced that going to the Grill was the best choice he and Jenna could make, but it was Halloween and there was a party, and she needed to feel like there was some normalcy left in her life, changed as it was. Maybe Ric would stay away and they could avoid the awkwardness all together ( Read more... )