@edenhusk has been screaming for an unplotted starter
Ester screamed as Niklaus fell lifeless to the ground. Rebekah, Kol, Finn and Elijah stared at the corpse, while Mikael stood there in shock. They all looked at this beautiful black-haired woman who had stood over Niklaus' body. She had also shown them that the white oak could kill them. The family had to destroy this tree. Urgently. But right now the priorities were different. Anger, grief, fear, hatred. So many emotions that tormented and flooded Elijah. Where to put them? He was a vampire now, but… none of them were moving. None of them knew what to do. Ester's screams were so loud, so formative. She had lost another child, even though she had made sure they were all immortal only a short time ago.
“What have you done to him?” screamed Ester as she looked at the woman, full of rage. She sank to the ground, holding her dead son in her arms. Once again. Recognition briefly flickered across her features. As if she knew the woman. Elijah took Rebekah in his arms, who began to cry. She had always loved Niklaus the most. And Elijah had protected him whenever he could. Even took a beating for him. Finn and Kol's faces were sad, but the connection to Niklaus had been superficial. But they, too, mourned the loss of their brother.
Mikael reached for something to throw at the black-haired woman, but she simply disappeared back into the darkness as she had appeared before. Her laughter was still heard. Then her voice echoed in all of them “Trust me, i saved you a hell of a trouble” But that comforted none of them. How could it be? He had been their brother! They buried Niklaus. Destroyed the white oak. They also found out what Niklaus origins were. Werewolf. Ester had betrayed her husband. Ester and Mikael destroyed each other, it was a hatred that sprouted between them that ultimately tore the family apart. But the siblings stuck together. Because they only had each other. They didn't care what their parents did. They couldn't and didn't want to get involved. So they left. Together.
Elijah and his siblings created more vampires. They didn't always see eye to eye, each of them went their own way, but they always came together again. Because they only had each other. If one of them got into a bloodbath, the others were there to catch them. To prevent the greatest evil. Over the centuries, there was always this black-haired woman who appeared again and again. Sometimes only at the edge of the field of vision, sometimes very present. Elijah didn't know who she was. But he would never forget her face. But he kept asking himself: what if?
The family had built New Orleans and had come up against witches and werewolves. It hadn't been easy to find a compromise, but somehow they managed it. Because they could help each other and at the same time saw a danger in each other. They had to keep an eye on each other. But it was mostly peaceful. Sometimes it got bloody, but then that phase also subsided. Everything always ended well. They even found Freya and found out what had happened back then in what is now Norway. It only brought the siblings closer together.
And then SHE suddenly stood in front of him again. Elijah recognized the woman immediately. He tilted his head to the side. This time she didn't seem to disappear again, as usual. Who exactly was she watching? He stepped up to her because he had to know. Her presence was stronger than before, apparently she wasn't hiding again. It was a magical presence, he could tell that much. So she was a witch? She had to be very powerful. And ancient. What magic had she mastered that kept her from getting older? Or was it all a mask?
“You're here.” A statement, not a question. Elijah was curious, attentive, cautious. “I've never forgotten you.” He no longer felt any anger inside him - after all, his brother had been dead for so long that the pain had diminished. He missed him, but the memories had become fewer. Because time healed wounds.
