《Home | The Originals》Chapter 11: His Safe Return
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"That was your last trip to the bayou. What is is with you and those wolves, anyway?" Rebekah asked as she pours a drink in two glass cups.
I was walking down the stairs towards them with Angel in my arms as she sucks on her pacifier and playing with her rattle. "I feel like we're connected somehow. I don't know. Maybe it's just some pipe dream that I have of finding any real family out there, but sometimes when I feel like it's me against the world, it keeps me going." Hayley said.
Rebekah gives one of the glasses to her. Hayley looks down at it and furrows her eyebrows before looking back up at Rebekah. "Oh right."
Rebekah pulls it back and was about to drink it when I snatched it from her and gulped it down in one breath. I looked back them. "I need it." I said and they left it at that.
"Well, if you ask me, family is a pain in the behind, and as for being in it alone, how dare you? We don't ruin a perfectly fabulous pair of boots traipsing through the bayou for just anyone." Rebekah said speaking for the both of us.
"Rebekah's right. I got shot in the head for you. If I wasn't so invested in keeping you safe I wouldn't be here." I said
"Because you fancy my brother." Rebekah accuses me.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said and took another drink.
The door to the house was slammed opened and Klaus walks in. "Nik, finally. What—" Rebekah cut herself off as Elijah walks through the door. He smiles at her and she ran towards him, embracing Elijah in a hug.
They pulled away and Elijah looks behind her to look at me then towards Hayley leaving his eyes to linger on her. I walk towards him and held my hand out for him to shake. "Hi, Phoenix Fire but just call me Phoenix. It's a pleasure to finally meet the good brother." I greeted him and he smiled down at me, taking my hand and shaking it.
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"Now that you're home, is your first plan to kill Niklaus?" Rebekah asked him but he was to busy watching Hayley leave the room. "Excuse me just a moment." Elijah said then followed after Hayley.
"Come on, luv. It's time to put the little princess to sleep." Klaus said then took Angel out of my arms because she was yawning. I watched as he walks up the stairs and I looked back in front of me to see Rebekah staring me down with a smirk in her face.
"H-He was just being a good friend." I defended but she wasn't having it so I sped away before she could interrogate me.
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Elijah called us back down so we could have a discussion. "Everything that brought us here to New Orleans was a lie— This story that Sophie Deveraux fabricated, this struggle for control of the French Quarter, this war between vampires and witches, wasn't over territory at all. This was over Davina. 8 months ago, Sophie Deveraux and her sister Jane-Anne lost everything. Now, 4 months after that, a young, pregnant girl wanders into their restaurant. Suddenly, all hope is renewed. Jane-Anne actually sacrificed her life so that her sister could use you to find Davina. If Sophie Deveraux is successful in capturing Davina, she can return Jane-Anne's daughter back to life. We thought we'd come here to wage a war for power. This is about family. In order to return her niece to life, Sophie Deveraux will fight to the death. That makes her more dangerous than anyone."
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