Elijah Mikaelson

“You asked to be free, Elijah. We were respecting that. I just… I didn’t know how to handle any of this. So I… I ran. I don’t know if it was right or wrong or even if it came me what i wanted. But it’s in the past and we have bigger problems to deal with then where we have been. Lets just bury the demons for another day. And fight some real ones.”

“And as much as i would love to blame Hayley for a war. I think we both know that wars have little to do with one man and more to do with a culture. So we need to start now, rebuilt and make sure that this war is done and over. Even if we have to kill almost everyone.” He smirked. “It’s been a few centuries since we have seen a proper battle field.

“I do not fault you brother, you did what you believed was right as did I.” he added before he simply allowed his brother to speak, bowing his head briefly at his words.

“It is far from her fault, the fault lies only with this Wyatt...his ideas bred the war all on their own but yes no fire can continue to burn without fuel be it culture or simply a select group of people that hold his morals.” the two of them had seen their fair share of wars he had few doubts they’d be able to fix the problem or help to do so in one way or another.

He gave a slight smile, “Yes I do wonder if you can even remember how to battle.” he added teasingly. 

She nodded silently in acknowledgement of his answer. Shifting slightly as she weighed her options. She could turn heel and talk away immediately without saying a word more. Or she could stay and talk to him a moment longer, not for the sake of idle conversation, but rather out of genuine concern. True, what Hayley had seen behind the red door of his fractured mind had left an impression. But the perception of the man she had once loved had started to change long before that, and it was his choices, his actions after, that influenced how she saw him.

“What about you?,” she finally asked after a moment’s silence. “How are you doing?” The question was genuine and though her features were impassible as she asked, there was an intensity in her gaze that reflected the sincerity of it. It was a question that meant more than simply ‘how are you today’, but rather extended to ‘are you okay?’

His choice had been the only option for him, the one that would stop him from turning around and returning to his family has he had done on so many occasions what followed was something he had not expected and now he payed the consequences and he would do so a hundred times if it meant his family was safe that Hayley was safe it was as simple as that. 

“Ten years I remained gone, without the memories of my prior life...-” he added as if it were an explanation, though instead it remained more of a statement. “Under the circumstances i’m okay.” When Marcel had returned his memories it had meant going back into his red door, watching the flood of good and bad in one instant, the pain was horrid but the emotions that followed were worse. He was barely coping but returning to what he knew seemed to be the only option.

“And how exactly am i to know that,” he questioned him. He had been asleep. For a longtime it seemed. Long enough that The Hollow had been returned and he could have returned to his daughter. “Last time i saw you, you had agreed to forget about all of us and walked into the sunset.”

“But yes, when Caroline found me she mentioned my daughter has got herself into some trouble. Setting into a war it seems. I had expected that Hayley would have kept her away from any war that broke out.”

“Ah yes, you were sleeping...-” he was only aware since his return, he’d been filled in for the most part but ten years was a long time.”Agreed....you speak as if it were a choice brother; if I had not my blind devotion to you and our family would’ve put Hope in danger...and I wasn’t going to risk that for anything but it was no sunset.” He’d forgotten all he was, the honorable original turned to nothing more than a distant memory that he couldn’t quite see for a time. He found love but it was faulted because he wasn’t himself and now memories restored, he had the guilt of recalling the years that had passed and for once it did not seem to be something he could merely stuff behind a door and pretend hadn’t happened. 

Another person that reminded him of guilt, he’d been avoiding her if only to save them both the pain. “I suspect no one truly saw the war coming brother, if they had, if Hayley had she would not have willingly allowed Hope to be placed in the middle of it.” He attempted to reassure his younger brother.

Klaus turned at the sound of his brother’s voice and his head titled. Brother. Those had been his words and he could see the way his brother looked at him, with the pity and love that had been missing when he didn’t have his memories. “And yet alot of things have. I didn’t know you would all be here.” He knew the effect of The Hollow on them. “Why are you here with Hope?”

The original well aware of the effects of the Hollow, he’d felt them strongly in his time away though those issues had long since been resolved, “You know full well I would not be here had I still had a part of the Hollow within...-those issues have long since been resolved brother, it was the only reason Marcel returned my memories...” 

He looked around for a moment, “We face far more now of course, you’ve returned in the middle of a war Niklaus....-admittedly things have been quiet for a little while.”

Hayley caught his scent before she even entered the room or saw him, and she’d prepared to turn heel and leave though of course he had heard her. She froze and suppressed the urge to sigh instead composing herself before deciding to face him, although she hadn’t come here for his sake. She entered the room, albeit a little reluctantly, but figured perhaps he could help him find the person she was actually looking for. 

“I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her gaze was unnervingly still, perhaps in that instant more animal than human as she watched him closely. “I’m just looking for Klaus… you wouldn’t happen to have seen him?” She cut herself off as he began playing, unsure of whether or not she’d get a response to her enquiry, or if he’d even heard her.

He’d been well aware of who he had directed his comments to, similarly of course he would’ve done as much to avoid her be it that somehow that was easier; she’d never looked at him the same after what she’d seen behind his red door and he couldn’t blame her, he had hated himself for it for so long so why shouldn’t someone else. 

It was hard of course not to react to her presence instead continuing to play the song until it inevitably came to an end and he stood and turned. Making sure to keep his features stoic, “Not yet...-” he admitted. “Though he’s in town, if I come across him before you get the chance, you’ll be the first to know.” Was all he added.

         “I wasn’t aware you enjoyed an audience, little brother.” Finn mused, as he stepped out from the shadows, expression somewhat solemn as he acknowledged his brother.  How long had it been since he had seen his siblings, he could not remember. 

“Finn...-” of course he was grateful to know his older brother was alive, though the original had hoped his older brother would’ve found peace regardless he offered a small smile. “Well if history serves brother, you’ve never been one to know me all that well.” 

Klaus looked up at the raining sky and brought his umbrella back to cover his head and new jacket. 10 years he had been sleep and the world looked just the same. “Well Mystic Falls is just as miserable as ever.” 

Marcel had been the one to return his memories, as painful as the process had happened to be the damage had certainly come after though the original wouldn’t admit to it. The one thing he had left was family, even if it had been quite some time.

“Yes, well that never does change brother.”

The original was holding onto himself by a slither, fearing the moment that the small shard would tear and he’d have to deal with what he was truly going through...he’d never been much good at that anyway. 

Music had been a comfort to him over the years, from the violin to the piano of course the piano now held memories of the years without control and while he loved it still it was the violin that he had chosen to take out from his things. 

No matter what happened, Klaus knew that he would have his brother by his side. Whatever the enemy to come, they’ll deal with them, together. And they’ll protect their family. “Are you certain?” He wanted to be sure, even though they had a lot to worry about, his brother’s well being was also important. 

She gave a tiny smile, bemusement clear on her features. “Regardless of each of our current states I doubt anyone will die. With or without powers, us Mikaelsons are tough creatures.” She assured him. “Though… you should know that better then most.” 

She smiled at his words. “As were you.” In an instant she brought him into a light hug. “You have missed much little brother.” 

“Tough and stubborn...-yes I suppose the world is doomed no matter what.” his words were said in a joking manner, attempting to make things a little lighter since he did not wish to continue to be on edge. “Too well.” he admitted.

“Although with so many people coming back from the dead, we might have to get ready for that possibility.” He said, shaking his head. It would be annoying, to have to deal with those family members in particular, but Klaus will surely send them all back to hell. He titled his head to the side. “Are you certain you’re well, brother? You seem strange.” He couldn’t quite well tell what it was, though.

Setting sights on her younger brother, Freya felt a smile tug at her lips despite the situation. She hadn’t seen Elijah in quite a bit and was happy to set sights on his familiar face. She also had much news to tell him, from Henrik’s return to the return of her unborn child. 

She smirked at the words he spoke. “Usually I use cloaking spells for stealth. And even without them I don’t usually where Stilettos.” She said with a smile curling in her lips. “though admittedly I was expecting a better welcome, brother.” 

Perhaps he was too far in his own world, guided by thoughts of the years prior to regaining his memories only to be plucked out by the all too familiar voice, that regardless of how he felt he was lacking when it came to holding on to the control he had left, brought a genuine smile to his lips. He’d missed his older sister.

Klaus let out a sigh. That was exactly the same thing he had said to Freya when she mentioned the come back of Henrik, although he added Mikael and Dahlia to that list. “Along with Mikael and Dahlia, we do not need to deal with that plague once again.” With everything going on, that’s the last thing we need.” Klaus looked at his brother once again. “Are you certain, brother? I appreciate it, if you find her, just keep her safe until all of this is over.”

with klaus around, elena could only assume that some of his siblings were in mystic falls, too. it seems that that family can’t stay away from each other for too long, but whenever they did come into mystic falls in the past, terrible things seemed to come of it. after her encounter with klaus, though, she’s unsure about whether or not they pose a threat this time. when she sees elijah in the distance, she decides to approach him, even if it’s only to apologize for the way that she acted the last time they met. even if it was so long ago, elena couldn’t ever forget it. “ elijah, hi, ” elena says after he speaks, clearing her throat. “  i figured you were in town. ”

Back just in time for the splendid gift that this Wyatt had presented them all with, though it was far from the main issues that plagued his mind though luckily he was managing to hold onto his control something he suspected wouldn’t be so easy later down the line. 

So obviously Elijah has had his memories back for a while and my idea was that he spent some time elsewhere simply to gain the control he hadn’t had since before they were taken away. 

He got back from Prague just in time for the event hence why he’s stood frustrated about only just getting back and having his power stripped. 

He’s still a little fragile be it that the years without memories took it’s toll. 

He does care for Antoinette but after he found out about her lies, trusting her, let alone marrying her seemed impossible regardless of those feelings.

To put it simply he’s holding onto his control by a thread, his devotion to his family is back but at the same time he isn’t without the memories of his years without them either.

Klaus let out a sigh, shaking his head. He had been searching for her but so far, he hasn’t had any luck. His biggest fear was that one of their enemies had already gotten to her and he would be too late. “Freya is here as well.” He paused for a moment, Elijah should know about the family member that seemed to be back, at least a heads up. “And it seems that our brother Henrik is back from the dead as well. He’s here as well.” Klaus looked at Elijah and nodded. “You need to be careful too, brother. It might be only an hour but a lot can be done in an hour.”