Written in Fate- WITS Book 2 Chapter 1
Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Book 2- Chapter 1
Warnings- swearing, blood, death, grief, the reader going through it/rocking elijah's shit
Word Count- 3.8k
A/N- Here we are again, Chapter ONE. Good lord.
“And so I process grief by running from it; until it meets me in the middle of a street on a beautiful summer’s day.”
Organs. Skin, eyes, liver, heart. My mother’s head was just bashed in, and now these strangers are asking me about her organs.
“They’re only valuable for a short time, so we should discuss options as soon as possible, Miss. Y/n.”
“And since your father wasn’t down as an organ donor either, we should discuss the options for him as well. We won't be able to salvage anything above the neck, but we can access the other vital organs. And… I know this is hard, but since your parents are gone, that makes you the guardian of your brother Theodore. And since he’s in surgery, we should also think of the worst-case scenario if surgery doesn’t go well-”
“If you finish that sentence, I promise you the next organs to be harvested will be yours.”
A gasp. Silence. Footsteps.
“He’s going to be fine. I gave him my blood.”
He gave him his blood.
His…blood.
“My beautiful baby girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t always able to protect you… But this time I did. Right? I did?”
“Beauty, I need you to calm down, alright? Your eyes…”
My eyes. Right.
Cold hands press themselves to my cheeks, and I look forward to seeing Alastair with his face about 2 inches away from me.
“These past 6 hours have been horrible, sweetheart, I know. But I need you to keep fighting for just an hour. Just until your brother gets out of surgery, alright?”
His eyes are different shades of brown. But there's a singular speck of dark green in his left eye.
“Y/n. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
In my head?
Two Hours Before-
“Klaus is dead.”
Klaus?
I brush my mom’s hair out of her face as her lifeless body leans against me.
“Come on, Theo, take the blood!”
My vision is blurry as I see Alastair press his wrist to my brother’s mouth.
“Damnit!”
I’m frozen in place until Alastair reaches for him and I react without thinking, shoving the vampire back with a deep growl. My grief quickly replaced with something darker, something territorial.
“Ah shit,” Alastair mutters as his eyes look over my face.
“Babe, listen to me,” He inches closer, which only makes me tighten my grip on my brother, “He needs blood. My blood. I don’t know how much time I have left, but there’s no way in hell I’m dying without saving him. You just triggered your curse, and I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be scared of me. So let me heal him,” He reaches out a slow hand as if to test the waters, “Let me bring your brother back to you.”
Now-
“Why is it so sticky?”
Alastair frowns in confusion until I pull my hands up and glance at the semi-dried blood that has covered my hands and up my forearms.
“There’s so much of it. I didn’t know someone could bleed that much,” I stare at the dark red flakes of blood that are falling off as they dry, and I bring my hands closer to inspect them, “Why does it smell so bad? My mom never smelled like this before.”
I hear Alastair take in a sharp breath.
TICK TOK TICK… TOK TICK TOK… TIK TOK TICK TOK TICK TOK TIK TOK TICK TOK TICK TOK TIK TOK TICK TOK TICK TOK TIK TOK TICK TOK TICK TOK TIK TOK TICK TOK TICK TOK TIK TOK
I shove Alastair away harshly and stand up.
“What the fuck is that sound!”
“Y/n, your senses are heightened right now. You’re going to be hearing, smelling, and feeling things that you don’t normally hear, smell, and feel. But this is all perfectly normal…just take a deep breath for me alright,” Alastiar tries to place his hands on my shoulders, but I shove him away again. This time, he’s shoved into the cement wall with a hard thud.
“Right super strength…great,” He mutters to himself but I hear it perfectly.
“The fuck did you just say,” The voice that comes out of me is almost foreign, and all I can think of is how much I want to rip his fucking throat open and watch the blood drain from his body.
“My beautiful baby girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t always able to protect you… But this time I did. Right? I did?”
A piercing pain hits my chest, and I feel my knees give out.
“Ok, ok, I’ve got you, Alastair’s here,” Alastair wraps his arms around my hunched body, and I inhale, hoping to find comfort in the smell of his Amrani cologne, but instead, a rush of bile fills my throat at the smell of something dead.
I quickly crawl away from him and rush over to the metal trash can in the corner of the room.
The bile burns as it makes its way out of my mouth.
“I’m here, My Love,” A cold hand presses itself to the side of my face, and the person’s other hand grips my hair away.
I glance over to see Elijah, looking at me with pitiful eyes, and I push him away, run my hand over my mouth to clean the bile away, and then stand.
Both men watch me wearily as I glare at them.
“Elskan, I am so sorry but we’ll-” Elijah’s sappy fucking monologue is cut short by the sharp punch I throw into his nose. Blood gushes from his nostrils and onto his already dirty white dress shirt.
“WHERE WERE YOU?!”
My voice booms, and I notice a security guard quickly approach, and without thinking, I start to stalk over to him before a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around me.
“LET. ME. GO.”
I struggle to get out of Elijah’s grasp as Alastair compels the guard to leave. As soon as the compelled man is gone, Elijah’s grasp lightens, and I use the opportunity to swing my head back and hit Elijah in the nose again. The smell of copper fills my senses, and my brain goes numb.
“Damn, let him get up, Babe,” Alastair chastises, and I let out an animal-like sound at the tone.
“Oh, my Lord!”
My eyes dart to the older woman standing behind us with a chart clutched to her chest.
The urge to rip out her throat is quickly squashed as she says she’s looking for the family of Theodore Y/L/N. “That’s us,” Alastair quickly says.
The woman looks between the three of us with an odd look before sighing, “Not the weirdest I’ve seen… Anyways, Theodore’s surgery went well. For the injuries he sustained, it’s a miracle he’s been able to heal as well as he has. He’s resting now, but you are free to go in and see him,” She gestures towards a room down the hall, and I don’t wait for anyone else, I just start running.
I get to the front door and throw it open, accidentally making a hole in the wall with the doorknob. My eyes frantically search the room until they freeze on the sleeping body of my little brother.
I softly walk over to him and I can now notice the light bruises covering his face, a small cut on his upper lip, and I white bandage wrapped around his head.
“I can give him more blood while he’s sleeping.”
I smell Alastiar before I see him.
“The doctors have done what is needed to do,” I hear Elijah’s grating voice next.
“Do it.”
I don’t turn back towards them, I only step closer to my brother and raise my hand to brush a fallen hair out of his face.
I pause midair.
Blood.
My hands are still stained red from blood. His blood. My blood. Our mother’s blood. His father’s.
My hands start to shake, “I can’t… I can’t, I-”
“Y/n,” Elijah’s hand grabs mine, and he pulls me closer to him, “Alastair, you heal him, I’ll clean her up.”
“No! I can’t leave him! I-”
Elijah grabs my shaking head with his hands, “Y/n, we’re going right there,” He points to the ensuite bathroom, “We’ll keep the door open so you can see him at all times. But I need to get you cleaned up.”
I don’t nod. I don’t say anything. But I let him pull me.
Just like he promised, he leaves the door open as he gently pushes me to sit down on the closed toilet seat. I don’t take my eyes off Theo as Alastair bites into his wrist, opens Theo’s mouth, and drips the blood down his throat.
“I’m so sorry, Elskan, I came as soon as Mr. Cromwell called me. But I shouldn’t have left you and Theodore by yourselves, I should’ve known something was going to happen and now-”
“Are you going to start crying?”
Elijah stops wiping my hands with the wet cloth he has. He glances at me, and all I feel is annoyance. The longer he stares, the more a fiery pain builds in my chest.
“No, I’m not…”
He eyes me wearily, and I start breathing harshly through my nose to try and get my heart to stop beating a mile a fucking minute.
“Elskan, what’s wrong?”
Elijah’s worried voice alerts Alastair, who runs into the room and stares down at us.
“Did you seriously just ask me that?”
I stand up and shove Elijah away. I walk to the sink and turn it on, and start scrubbing everything. It’s not long before the once porcelain sink is painted red with my sins.
“Go back to Theodore, I can handle this,” Elijah says to the other male, but the ladder doesn’t even glance at the Original, the busy watching me through the mirror.
I feel my eye twitch at Elijah’s words, “You can, can you?”
I whip around, sending watery blood onto the sink and the wall next to me.
“Right, because Noble Elijah handles everything so well, doesn’t he?”
My glare is met by Elijah’s narrowed eyes, “What exactly are you implying, Y/n?”
“I’m not implying anything. I’m saying that you talk a big game and make everyone think your some white knight but in reality all you ever do is show up after the blood has already been drawn and try to mend things because you think it’ll make everyone look at you like your some hero and not like the monster you are!” A visible look of pain washes over Elijah’s face, and I see Alastair stare at both of us with wide eyes.
“You think you save people? What about Klaus? What about my mother,” With each word, a lump fills my throat, and I feel a burning in my blurry eyes, “What Theo…What about me!”
I shove Elijah's chest, but he doesn’t move, so I keep hitting.
“Where were you?!”
Shove.
“Why didn’t you come?!”
Hit.
“Why didn’t you save me?! Why didn’t you save Klaus?!”
Hit.
“Why didn’t you save her!? Why didn’t you save my mom?!” I go to hit him once more, but whatever strength I’ve gained over the past few hours seems to have left me, and I trip into him and he quickly catches me, wrapping me in his arms.
“Let me go!”
My protest comes out pathetic as I try to get out of Elijah’s hold, but he doesn’t budge, only pressing his mouth to the side of my head and starts to whisper calming words that don’t register.
“I’ve got you. Just let it out.”
—-
“Y/n, babe, you need to wake up,” A deep voice fills my ears, and a piercing pain hits my chest, jolting me forward.
“Woah, okay. When I said wake up, I didn’t mean abruptly.”
I quickly blink and feel the pain lessen slightly.
“Y/n?’’
My heart practically drops as I hear my brother’s voice. I stand up so quickly that I lose my balance, but thankfully, Alastair grabs me.
I shrug him off and practically jump over to my brother’s bed, who looks at me with tears in his eyes, seeing my normally happy, carefree brother look like this…so broken and confused, God, it makes me want to die.
Bad timing.
“Y/n, what happened?”
Theo looks around frantically, and I hear his heart monitor pick up, and I press my hands to his shoulders, trying to ground him, “Theo, I need you to take a deep breath, okay?’’
“Y/n, what happened?! Where’s mom?!”
Oh no.
Please no.
I turn over to look at Alastair, who takes a step forward and gives me a sorrowful look.
“Y/n?”
I look at Theo, and I know I can’t say it out loud.
“No. Y/n no,” Theo’s voice breaks as he puts the pieces together, and I feel my eyes water at the defeated look on my brother’s face.
“No! NO! Not mom, not…”
I grab my brother and wrap my arms around him, and I feel him shake in my grasp.
“It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok.”
—
“Y/n?!”
My pulse jumps as I see Caroline and Matt standing in the doorway of Theo’s room. A few hours have passed, the Mid-morning sun now shining through the blinds, and yet I can’t step out of the darkness that seems to be suffocating me. My brother’s gone non-verbal. Wordlessly watching soap opera reruns on the en-suite TV. Every time I try to talk to him or get him to eat something, he doesn’t even blink. I tried calling Jeremy, hoping he could comfort him, but his cell just goes to voicemail. Elijah’s gone to handle my parents' affairs, talking to doctors, the cops, since I technically committed a murder, even if it was self-defense. He left Alastair to watch over us and said the vampire is now in the Cafe trying to find food that is actually edible.
“My mom called me and told me what happened,” Caroline takes a step into the room, and I take a defensive step in front of my brother, who still won’t look at anyone.
Caroline and Matt watch my movements, and Caroline pushes them both back with a careful smile.
“I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, but I want you to know that if you need anything at all, we’re here for you. I mean technically, I’m on the run now, but…”
“I’m here, I can stay with you guys,” Matt chimes in.
“Is Tyler dead?”
The question shocks them both, but the look on Caroline’s face gives me my answer.
“Why the hell do you think I want to be around you guys? This is all your faults,” I take a slow step forward, and a look of fear flashes onto Caroline’s face.
“Y/n sweetie, wait. We didn’t know this was going to happen, ok? We just didn’t think-”
“When do you ever,” I bite out a snarky laugh, “Your boyfriend is dead because of you and your friends. Because you guys couldn’t let bygones be bygones. My soulmate is dead because of you and your stupid fucking FRIENDS!”
I jump to pounce on her, but I’m caught mid-air by Alastair, who gives a cruel look to the two other teens, “You both need to leave. Now!”
Alastair keeps hold of me until they leave our eyeline. As soon as his hold lessens, I shove away from him with a growl.
“You had no right!”
“Ok, listen here, Teen Wolf,” Alastair points a finger at me, “I know you’re angry. Rightfully so. But you need to take a breath and not start clawing up vampires in the middle of a busy hospital. And yes, I know Elijah told me to handle you with care, but fuck that because I know that’s not what you need. You don’t need anyone to coddle you right now; you need the truth, and you need someone to blame. Blame Mark, blame him. None of this is your fault. Do you understand me? You protected yourself and you fought. And because you fought, you saved him,” He shoves a finger towards Theo’s direction, “And you saved yourself. So it’s ok to be angry and upset, but pick a different place for it. If you want to leave, we can. I’ll pack your bags right now and leave. If you want to go to the Mikaelsons, we’ll go, and if you don’t want to be anywhere near here, I’ll take you both out of town right now. We can go before Elijah even realizes we’re gone.”
Alastair releases a breath. I do too.
“I’m sorry about Klaus.”
A small voice has me whipping around to my brother, who is now looking down at the blanket that covers him.
I close my eyes and fight back the wave of tears that threaten to bulldoze their way out of my eyes. Not now. Not in front of Theo.
“What do you want to do, Theo?”
Theo is quiet for a long moment, and I begin to think he’s gone mute again.
“I want to leave. I don’t know where I just can’t be here.”
I nod, then turn to Alastair, who is already picking up our belongings.
“Then we’ll leave.”
—-
“Why the hell are we going here again?”
I sigh as I look at the approaching driveway of the Gilberts.
“This is where Theo wanted to go,” I say, annoyed.
“Him and that fucking Gilbert boy, I swear.”
—
Theo, Alastair, and I stand at the front door of Elena’s house.
“Let me just say this right now. If anyone gives you two any stress or pain, I can’t promise I won’t kill them.”
Theo doesn’t knock; he just walks in.
I pause. Not entirely sure what to do.
“If you don’t want to go in, I’ll stay out here in the sun with you.”
“I don’t want it to get dark. It’s so dark in here,” I say as I shove a finger at my head.
Alastair releases a shaky breath before he turns and pulls me into him.
“I’m not going to let that happen, alright? I’m here. Already almost lost you once, I’ll die before letting it happen again.”
“Y/n?”
Alastair lets go of me, and I turn to see Jenna standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes as they dart over my face and body.
I’m not sure what I expect of her. Maybe to run away screaming or look at me in disgust, but none of that happens.
“Oh, baby girl,” Those two words are all she says before she runs over to me and pulls me into her. I’m not sure if it’s the maternal embrace or the way she's clutching my head into her shoulder, but whatever it is breaks whatever walls I built up over the past day, and the tears fall.
And they don’t stop.
—
“Damon called, he got them. They’re going to be ok.”
Jenna releases a shaky breath as she sits down across from me. She tries to pull off the cork of the red wine bottle she brought to the kitchen table where we’re sitting.
Jenna and I have been sitting around for about an hour, whilst Alastair and Theo are up in Jeremy’s room. In that past hour, I’ve come to find out I’m not the only one who’s had a shitty past 24 hours. From what I’ve got from a shaken-up, way over her head, Jenna is that Rebekah, in her grief, ran Matt’s truck off a bridge, which he was driving Elena in. Stefan got there in time, but instead of saving his girlfriend, he saved the fucking blonde boy because Elena told him to. So that resulted in Elena dying. But I guess she had Damon’s blood in her system, so she’s in transition. Bonnie then said she’d find a way to reverse it, so Jeremy went with her to do that. But then some cultists from the council came and kidnapped Stefan and Elena. I think that’s it. Hopefully.
I watch with slight annoyance as Jenna continues to struggle with the bottle and I grunt as I rip it from her hands and break the stem of the bottle off.
“Oh. That works too, I guess.”
I meet Jenna’s look and she reaches over to grab my hand, but I shrug her away.
I grab her glass and fill it up, and then bring the bottle of alcohol to my lips, not caring if the broken bottle cuts me. I’ll heal.
I’ll heal because I’m a werewolf.
Right.
“Y/n?”
I look towards Jenna, who watches me down the bottle in under 15 seconds.
“What?”
“You know you can talk to me about it. If not right now, then whenever it becomes a little too much to handle.”
“I can handle it.”
Jenna tilts her head and gives me a soft look, “I don’t doubt you can, but…”
I narrow my eyes at her, “But what?”
“I think you were born with the weight of the world on your shoulders. I think it’s time you let someone else take some of that weight.”
I sit with her words.
I sit with them as the clock chimes, alerting the next hour.
I sit with them as Alastair comes downstairs after getting Theo to sleep.
And I sit with them until the front door opens and Elena, the Salvatores, Bonnie, Jeremy, Tyler, and Caroline walk through.
I pick up my head, and my eyes meet Elena’s. Her brown eyes look over my clothes that are still covered in blood, then at my face. I don’t say anything. Neither does she.
That’s fine. I don’t need words. I don’t want them.
Jenna gets up to greet her niece, but Elena pushes through everyone and stops a foot in front of me.
She pauses and sniffs the air.
“You smell bad.”
I sniff the air.
“You smell like death.”
My words hit something in her, and she grabs me by my arm and harshly tugs me into a hug, clearly not used to her strength. Makes two of us.
I meet Damon’s eyes as Elena hugs me. He gives me a single, saddened look before storming out of the house. Whatever.
“Um, Y/n?”
My mood instantly darkens as I turn my attention towards Caroline, who watches me wearily.
“There’s something you should know…”
I don’t give her a response. And instead, wait for her to get over the dramatics and just say what she has to say.
“Klaus…he’s alive.”
