Bad Things (For itconsumesher)

[manof_myword]

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

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[itconsumesher]

Elijah wasn't the only one who found himself in a temper at the reappearance of their father. She had spent centuries running from her father and now he was there expecting something that she wasn't sure she could give. She had spent so long hating him for what he had done and she wasn't sure how to get past that

[manof_myword]

Whatever reaction he had braced for from her, it was not this, at all. That she might have missed him as much as he missed her wasn't something he'd let himself hope. The force she hit him with drove him back a step or two, but he wrapped his arms around her, catching her with just as much force as she hit him.

"You're okay..." It was an inane comment, but she'd been dead for the last eighty-odd years, and the gods alone knew what Mikael might have done to her. "I was worried."

And furious. And scared. He didn't like feeling so much, all at once.

[itconsumesher]

"Barely." She didn't care if she was being a bit dramatic while she leaned back to look at him, making a bit of a face. Moving one hand to cup his cheek, her eyes swept over his face as she took in how much he had changed since the last time she had seen him.

"I'm stuck in this horrible town and...Mikael is here." There was a slight tremor in her voice at the mention of their father. Rage, despair and confusion flickered through her eyes as she thought of the man but she pushed it away. "These morons actually think he'll help them."

But so was she.

"Please tell me we can leave." She looked at him with a hopeful gaze. Perhaps she was a powerful vampire, a fucking Original for crying out loud, but she had never been on her own. Right from the beginning she had always been with one, if not both, of her brothers. "Because if I have to stay here any longer, I swear I'll make the streets run red."

[manof_myword]

He was looking her over just as near-hungrily, not realizing how very much he'd missed her. It had always been this empty sort of ache, but it flared into life the longer he held her. He leaned a little into her touch.

"I know. I heard. That's..." It wasn't why he'd come, not really. It was just what had given him the push to get over the leap. "They've never been all that bright."

He smiled a little, running fingers lightly through her hair. "We can do that." Not that Jenna would like it, but he needed to make sure Rebekah was all right and Mikael was the bigger threat right now. "We can do either of those." Some streets being run red would be a relief right now. "I've got a house outside of town..." Frightening near their old homestead, though he didn't want to bring that up. "Or we can go anywhere else you want."