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It all seemed like a blur. Where was Elijah and what happened to that crazy witch, Morgaine? Better yet, why was he bound to this table? The room was dimly lit and through the closed shutters light poked its way through into the fog. No, not fog.. not inside.... smoke.... the spell. It was then that he remembered Morgaine's spell, the one she planned on using to evoke Niklaus Mikaelson's humanity.
"Laughable really.. stupid witch," he spat out horsely. "My humanity died almost a thousand years ago."
Across town, just outside the French Quarter, Elijah Mikaelson stood atop a tall rooftop and overlooked the city - his family's city.
"Was it really necessary to leave him tied up there like that? Silly question, I suppose it was." The words spoken came from Elijah's brother, Niklaus, whom he now turned to face.
"Had you.. erm, Niklaus.. realized that Morgaine's spell had somewhat succeeded, he would have been beside himself, quite literally.. actually. I thought the best course of action was to get some distance between you, lest he might do himself some serious harm."
Niklaus shook his head and stepped to the edge of the rooftop taking a look over the city that he'd recently helped his family reclaim. "I feel every bit as powerful as I did before Morgaine's spell, brother; however, I do see your point. I suppose this means you'll want me to go into some sort of hiding, keep me cooped up in some dank cellar or cottage until we can do something to sort this all out?"
Niklaus turned to face his brother, who placed his hand fondly on the Niklaus's shoulder. "You know, of course, if he realized that there were two of you, he would not stop until he had you daggered and in a box or found some other way to destroy you. We can't let either of those scenarios take place. At this point, I think the most prudent plan of action would be to get you as far away from him as possible. I know of a town, Niklaus. It's far from New Orleans, but much like this place.. and like Mystic Falls.. it's been known as a safe haven to those of the supernatural persuasion and has been for many years. I think you should go there and start a new life for yourself."
Upon hearing his brothers words, Niklaus threw his arms into the air with a dramatic flair. "You suggest I leave?! Start a new life?! I happen to enjoy the life I have here. Oh yes.. how ironic, brother. The great Niklaus Mikaelson, driven from his city in much the same fashion that he drove away his sister Rebekah. And what do the two have in common? They're both fleeing from the same evil tosspot." Niklaus turns and steps forward, away from his brother attempting to compose himself. "This place you speak of, are there many vampires there?"
Elijah smiled and shook his heard slightly. "No Vampires. Werewolves. Still, I think you'll fit in just fine and, best of all, the 'evil tosspot' as you called him, knows nothing of the town's existence and likely never will. It's quite off his radar."
The two began walking toward the door leading back down into the bowels of the building. As they enter, Niklaus inquires, "This safe haven, does it have a name?"
Before the door closes behind him, Elijah replies with only two words: "Beacon Hills."
Some time later, on the other side of town, Niklaus Mikaelson lay atop an alter style table in a dimly lit, smoke-filled room. Several hours have passed and he continues to struggle in an attempt to free himself. Suddenly, a nearby door is seemingly ripped from its hinges allowing light into the darkened room. As the light filters in, Niklaus can hear the soft sound of expensive loafers plodding across the old wooden floor.
"It's about time you showed up, Elijah. I was beginning to worry that Morgaine and her witches had gotten to you as well.. or that you'd left me here on purpose."
As Elijah approaches his bound sibling, he steps over the body of Morgaine LaLaurie, the witch who'd brought Niklaus here in the first place. "Why on earth would I ever leave you tied up on purpose, Niklaus?! After Morgaine completed her spell, which I might add was a complete failure, I managed to kill her just before the rest of her coven arrived. When they saw what became of their Supreme they attempted to flee. After a few hours, and a trip halfway across town, I was able to help rejoin them with their leader in the afterlife." With that being said, Elijah breaks the bonds that hold Niklaus to the table.
Niklaus sits up rather shakily. "I'm so glad I have my older brother around to teach the witches a lesson for their treachery.. and once I've fully recovered, I plan on finishing that lesson." Niklaus rubs his head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs and regain some clarity.
Elijah shakes his head somberly and turns away from his younger brother. "Exactly what is it you plan on doing, brother?"
Niklaus smiles wickedly as he raises himself to his feet to follow Elijah. "I plan on finding every witch in the Quarter and bleeding them out.. every last one."
Later that night, in a dark and secluded alley somewhere in the French Quarter, a woman walks alone. Her face is shrouded by the darkness and a cloak wraps tightly around her. All is silent, save for the sound of her footsteps echoing in the cold, narrow space. Suddenly the woman stops and listens, the silence cutting into her like a sharp blade.
"I know you're here, Elijah." Just then and almost instantly, Elijah appears behind the woman as she turns quickly on her heels to meet him, her face still hidden by the shadows and her cloak. "That's better. I trust everything went as planned." She lowers her hood, her face still obscured in shadow.
Elijah nods smoothly, his calm features never wavering. "Yes. Morgaine and her coven were successful in casting the spell to separate Niklaus from the darkness that's plagued him for centuries."
The figure nods, "And what of Morgaine and her coven? What is their condition?"
Elijah smiles grimly, "They've all disappeared quite suddenly, though I have it on good authority that they are currently feeding the alligator population of Lake Pontchartrain."
The shadowy woman chuckles softly. "How good of them. Well, now with Morgaine and her coven indisposed, the spell is irreversible.. as is Niklaus's condition."
Elijah pulls out his phone and looks at the time. "Speaking of which, Niklaus's plane should be departing any moment. I've also arranged everything per your instructions, but I am curious. Now that Niklaus is separated from the darkness, how do we dispose of it?" Elijah turns away from the woman. "And also, why did we send him to Beacon Hills, California?"
The woman pulls the hood back over her head. "All in good time, my dear Elijah.. all in good time."
With that, the woman vanishes. When Elijah turns around to face her, he finds himself alone.