Who: Elijah Mikaelson and OPEN (otherwise narrative) What: Elijah is having a breakdown Where: Rebekah's Penthouse and then a park bench in Lawrence Rating: TBD--probably low
Elijah felt like his world was falling apart. He had lost his sister in the battle against Lucifer and it felt like a hole had been punched through his heart. He should have been closer to his siblings during the battle. Close enough to push them out of the way, to do…something. Anything. He would have gladly switched places with Rebekah if it meant her safety. But then again, it would be Katerina who would be heartbroken instead of Stefan. Katerina wouldn’t have the comfort and support of his family like Stefan did (from the majority of them at least). He couldn’t do that to Katerina. He couldn’t—wouldn’t leave her alone.
And then there was Rose Tyler. He genuinely liked Rose. She had been a good friend to him, good to his family and one of his favorite students in his seminar classes. She had been one of the few people to give his family a chance. She was trapped too and she didn’t deserve it. None of them did.
He knew Crowley was doing whatever he could to get Rebekah and the others out without releasing Lucifer and Michael, but was that possible? Could it even be done? Klaus seemed to be the only one bold enough to present that question to the others: What if the only way of letting those trapped in the cage go was to let THEM go too? Was that not what this battle had been all about? Putting an end to the devil? Elijah was greedy enough, selfish enough to want his sister back whatever the price, but at the end of the day, he knew he couldn’t go through with it. The retribution would be too great if Lucifer was released.
All he had wanted since he arrived in Lawrence was his family restored and to stand as one. Every time like it seemed they were getting there, something seemed to happen to ruin it. Either he opened his mouth and tried to be too demanding of his brother or Niklaus lost his temper and bit somebody. Caroline had been a blessing. She had been the one to keep him on par, to keep him from going off the deep end on several occasions, but the most important thing was the fact that she had made him happy. It had been easy to adopt her into the fold and consider her a little sister. She loved them as much as they loved her. He supposed he could be thankful that it wasn’t Caroline who fell into the cage. There would be no talking Klaus down from the rampage he would surely go on. It would be like when Caroline died all over again, only worse.
He was trying to think positive, Kol kept assuring him they’d get her back, Caroline was optimistically planning her wedding reception and Katerina had been a comfort to him. He hadn’t spoken much to Klaus and Stefan was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully Lexi was doing what she could to keep him from turning into The Ripper. They couldn’t dishonor Rebekah by allowing him to fall off the rails.
He knew that somebody had to go and claim Rebekah’s kitten, to make sure she was fed, taken care of and looked after. Elijah decided he should be the one that went and got the little bundle of fur. Rebekah would never forgive him if anything happened to Aphrodite.
Letting himself into the penthouse, he looked around and found the little bundle of far in the corner. There was barely any food or water left in her dish. Shit. He should have come days ago to get her. Scooping up the kitten he held it close to him. “It’s alright,” he whispered to the tiny bundle. “I’m here. I’m going to take you back home and take care of you until your mommy comes home.”
On his way out, he noticed the wrapped presents on the table from Rebekah to the entire family, even Niklaus, Niklaus who at times had been so needlessly cruel to their sister. He couldn’t bring himself to gather up the gifts and bring them home. It wasn’t his place to touch them. It wasn’t his place to distribute them. Rebekah would be back. Rebekah would give out the gifts to her family, but the greatest gift he could ever get was her being back home, safe and sound.
Gathering a few supplies for the kitten, Elijah closed the door to the penthouse, heading towards home. Their family needed to get back on track. They needed to be united and stand as one. They all loved each other, but they needed to show it. If that meant no longer trying to force his family to accept Katerina, so be it. If it meant no longer expecting the sun and the moon of Niklaus and loving him for who he was, so be it. And he did, he loved his brother, he loved his family. For all their fault, they where his and he was there’s. Always and Forever.
With a sigh, he sat on a bench and held the kitten close to him. “What are we going to do, Aphrodite? I want your mommy back so much. If we don’t get her back…I fear I’m going to be the one to spiral out of control. I should have been able to help her. I should have been able to save her.”
Well, at least nobody could accuse his family of flying off the handle and going into a rage. They were so quick to point fingers at them and they were displaying calm, cool, collected heads.
“You miss her too, don’t you?” And though he’d never admit it to anyone, he hugged the little kitten close and kissed her on the head. It was the closest thing to his sister that he had at the moment.