BLOOD FROM STONE  !!!!

chapter two ; elijah

Diana Richards had named him Felix.

When a six year old Felix asked why, she had just shrugged and said, "you were my lucky miracle. It was fitting when I saw you in your grandfather's arms. I know you will be someone special, if you were like your daddy."

Whether his mom intended it or not; those words haunted  him for the rest of his life.

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Felix Richards had strange dreams ever since he could remember.

Dreams where he chased animals around with his arrow and bows or of ferocious wolves with wide jaws of death who twisted and turned and jumped onto him.

His shrieks of terror was only dwarfed by another boy's terrified screams.

In his dreams, he was so little, so small but made up with a heart bigger than the small world he knew. He wasn't Felix, the miracle child, no but simple Henrik, the youngest boy and the darling of his family.

He was the reason for his parent's smile and the main culprit in whatever shenanigans his sister cooked up. He was the curious one who was humoured by his elder brothers. He was the one who clung into Nik while their father gave him cold shoulder, with their family uneasily following the suit.

They were good dreams. The best he had in his twenty seven years of life.

In the beginning, Felix didn't mind his dreams. And nobody else did too; they were just musings of a tiny child, growing and wondering about the world.

Until it changed, slowly but gradually. Happy, indulgent smiles turned strain, pride turned into worry. Felix was many things, but stupid was not one of them.

'Creative boy, he'll go far!'  went to the accursed word.

Freak.

The most fond nickname his brother had given to Felix became his villain along with the shadows of dreams he didn't understand.

Felix Richards was meant to be a prosperous, happy child. He was to an extent until the dreams.

He couldn't grasp that beautiful things have ugly sides too. Until the wolves and the raging nightmares of red, yellow and blue.

For what child recognised the unknown that is death? The terror and self loathing of a foolish curiosity which led him straight to Hel and not Valhalla?

His mom tried to help him, she really did, bless her soul but Felix had been somewhat an enigma. He was more than what they imagined for him, more than they could ever have thought.

Some might say he's a genius and not right in the head. Yet, none dared to bring that word in the Richards household.

Not if they wanted to feel the wraith of Diana Richards.

Either way, in the beginning it was sweet and adorable. The end? There was a reason why strangeness was not tolerated for long.

Felix had pushed aside his quirks for years, making himself think that dreams were just dreams.

Nothing real, he had repeated as a boy everyday, ignoring the whispers in his mind saying the opposite. Imagination, he repeated like a broken tape recorder when his brother and his friends called him insane,

Witches aren't real. Nor is magic or  the absurd idea called reincarnation. He had created a world to ignore his harsh reality.

That was it.

Until now, he was confronted by the very thing he tried to avoid for years.

Felix gave Marie a cool look. He had fuzzy memories of this same man, just tad younger and with a bad hair style. He observed her disappointed face. "Were you hoping for something, Marie? " Felix drawled her name teasingly. his eyes did not leave the man- no Elijah.

Elijah held an aura of a predator and Felix is no fool to ignore it. Well dressed and beautiful he may be, Felix knew that dangerous people looked the most ordinary.

The brunet in suit—Elijah observed Felix in return. There was a hint of smile playing. He realized  Felix's wariness towards him.  When Felix glared at him, Elijah nodded thoughtfully as if convinced of something. He turned towards Marie, giving her a mocking smirk.

Unless he's concussed, the man standing right in front of him is his brother from his dreams. He used to help Henrik with his bow, Felix realized with a start. He has no idea why he thought that.

 Somehow one of the people from his visions turned up alive. He had a cleaner haircut and wardrobe but there was no mistaking those sharp jawline and the eyes.

Are his dreams real?

"A year ago, your sister did the same thing," Elijah drawled, eyes staring daggers at Marie. "And indirectly it caused half of your clan's ruin. I would've thought you, Marie-Jean Deveraux would've learned your lesson."

Felix snapped into attention, dark eyes following every word. Surprise turned into curiosity.

When his captors had thought Felix to be unconscious, they had traded fearful whispers about a family. Mikaelsons, they had said. Don't get in their way unless you want to die.

Felix assumed Elijah is a Mikaelson, watching as Marie's expression turned sour and hateful for a moment before turning blank. Felix was familiar with that expression. The typically look of a family memeber left to survive their family's actions. The collateral damage.

Curious.

Marie gave Elijah a tight smile. "I'm not to do what my sisters did to you, Elijah. I know better than that," Marie nodded towards Felix, "I just wanted to make sure my people would be kept away from your vampire business."

Ah, cults. How unoriginal. 

If witches and werewolves were real, why not vampires? If Marie told him that gods were real too, Felix would believe her.

Elijah smiled amicably.  Felix had flashbacks of a younger Elijah with long hair giving the same smile to a younger dirty blond man. Brother, his mind whispered.

"If your clan can stop trying to kill off my family, our friends and allies, then yes, I will agree." Felix blinked, trying to shove off the odd déjà vu feeling he had. Brother?

Why the hell is he thinking of his rotten bitch of a brother Philip?

"Your word, Elijah." Marie glanced towards Felix who was still staring at them in confusion. Elijah too, seeing the lapse of attention, tilted his head towards Felix.

Two burning gaze, and Felix, even if confused, was only tempted, really tempted to give them a middle finger.

He wanted some more petty satisfaction. He needed a month long of sleep.

Instead, he gave them a wry smile. He didn't feel good about his place in this game right now.

Elijah smiled, a mocking one. "You've my word, Marie-Jean."

*****

Marie didn't stay long after that.

Felix didn't know what the wicked witch did, but suddenly the air around him felt heavy and then went normal.

She had left, giving Felix an apologetic smile. Why? Leaving Felix to Elijah's mercy.

Brother? No, he shut down that thought. They're not real. Philip is the only bastard he has.

Elijah stared at him thoughtfully. 

"I'm not a good blood bag, I'll be honest." Felix said easily. The hairs in his neck stood up in response  at Elijah's staring. PREDATOR , his mind screamed at him.

Elijah quirked a brow at him. "Why ever not?"

Felix grimaced. "My blood is poisonous. I ate garlic sometime ago, '' he joked. He didn't know if vampires are resistant to garlic like in pop culture but Felix does have a small thing for garlic bread. Sue him.

Not that his captors fed him that, the assholes. In fact he has not been fed a thing during the past 24 hours. Good thing Felix was used to hunger.

Elijah smiled at him. It was an insincere smile that screamed danger. 

"I'm Elijah." Elijah continued, ignoring Felix's pitiful effort of being witty. "Have you heard of me?"

"No." Felix's response was honest and blunt. He hadn't really. Felix had only seen him in his visions.

"You won't introduce yourself then?" From the entrance of the room, Elijah sauntered towards Felix, slow and steady. He looked like a tiger stalking his prey, which didn't exactly reassure Felix.

He was sure that was Elijah's motive. Scare him to get information. Too bad Felix had trouble with doing what was expected of him.

He hadn't been a prey for a long time. He didn't intend to be one anytime soon. Pretending Vampires or not.

"Should I?" Felix said. "I thought you'll know everything about me by now." 

"If you value your life, then yes." came in the fake vampire's short reply. Felix thought of it for a moment. 

"Felix." He said. "I would shake your hand but as you see," he chuckled uneasily.

Elijah gave him a calculating look, easily ignoring his attempt to lessen the sudden spike of tension. "Do you know why you're here?"

Yes, Felix wanted to say. He knew it deep down. The burden felt like water desperately trying to escape from the dams built around them.

Yes you asshole, I was called crazy because of you and the stupid memories, I should have never had !

"No," he said instead. Elijah's gaze bore daggers on him but the brunet in the suit didn't say anything to the obvious lie.

Both knew the truth the moment Felix met Elijah. How much ever Felix desperately liked to pretend that he was kidnapped by a cult, he knew he was not.

Not with his cursed memories. How could he pretend to not know about the supernatural when he was tore apart by men who could turn into vicious beasts at full moons? When he died, choking and screaming at the jaws of death.

If werewolves and reincarnation were real, why not vampires and magic?

The vampire shook his head and  kneeled down the ground and untied the ropes which Felix had tied around his legs in haste.

It was a test, Felix knew. Elijah's silence and the level of trust that he was offering right now.  An olive branch. Even though both of them knew Felix had lied to him, Elijah was still amicable to help him.

Felix was many things, a criminal, a hitman and the former sniper of the most powerful man in Alaska. There were many words to describe but not an idiot, never that.

Movements has been made, and the pawns have been commanded and Felix somehow became the Helen in this game of chess.

So he resisted the urge to kick off the man in front of him, and sat still. He had nothing, no advantage if he pissed off Elijah. Not if his captors are some sort of supernatural with heightened senses and strange energies. Not when he could be killed.

So he'll wait and then attack. Felix could be patient.

"You didn't tell me why I'm here," Felix said. Elijah gave him a curious look when Felix brought his untied hands to his front. Hearing the question, his not so brother stood up and sauntered from Felix, his movements silent.

"I was called here to listen about this odd circumstance that the witches had discovered," Elijah smirked at Felix's disgruntled expression.

"Odd is not the word I'll use."

Elijah shook his head. "It was to us. Do you know what I'm?" He asked. Felix shrugged. 

"We're called the Original family." Elijah continued after a second of hesitation. "We sired most of the vampires you know."

Elijah explained his family's history in brief. He told Felix about his siblings; one half brother who was a hybrid, another who was dead in their human years; whose death was a catalyst for their transformation.

Felix felt a chill at hearing the story but he didn't show anything on his face. Not when Elijah's dark, unsettling eyes were still observing him.

The vampire spoke of the two sisters and brothers next. There were talks about witches and werewolves, about how magic and bloodlines worked. There was one thing Felix could say, Elijah certainly never left out the details. At Least he didn't think so.

Felix didn't want to believe in the stories, but his instincts were screaming at him to trust Elijah for now. . Unlike people he knew, Felix's instincts never let him down.

"You aired out all the dirty laundry, dude. But what has these got to do with me being here?" Felix said after Elijah finished explaining. His tone went flat to incredulous. "I'm just a normal poor human who just got grabbed by some desperate witches. I could've lived in bliss without any of this bullshit."

Felix paused and added wryly. "I'm not even sure if you're a vampire or this witch's shit is a hallucination or not."

He'll not deny he shrieked like a banshee when Elijah suddenly was inches away from his face with his black demon eyes and spidery veins. He fell on his back and quickly crawled away from the vampire.

"Are you sure now?" He said, face turning normal. He dusted off the imaginary lint in his suit jacket.

"Shit, yeah." Felix breathed, not even registering the pain in his back. Elijah smiled pleasantly.

The vampire demon showed his hands and Felix accepted his help in standing up. They both stood, side by side. Felix was taller than Elijah, much to his pleasure.

"What are you going to do with me?" Felix asked, his heart still beating wildly. "Not a blood bag so what's my use to you?" Or your family. "I'm normal and utterly useless for you."

"Are you?" Elijah questioned innocently. "You who knocked down two warlocks and killed one with your fists and gun? If not for their magic, they couldn't even catch you, Felix."

He rolled his eyes. "Good thing I've not gone sloppy then," he muttered waspishly. Elijah smirked. "But why was I kidnapped? I want answers if you're going to kill me"

 Elijah contemplated for a moment, his dark eyes staring at the wall in Felix's back. The sniper fancied that the eyes were the exact shade of his past self  uncle. Honey brown, with tiny drops of black dropped in.

The next words of Elijah's shattered Felix's whole world.

"Because you might be the reincarnation of my dead brother," Elijah finally said.

*****

Elijah led Felix through various dusty corridors. Both of them lost to their thoughts.

Felix didn't say a word after Elijah's statement. He just followed the suited man out from the rooms; eyes firmly anywhere but Elijah.

The vampire had frowned at his behavior but ignored him for most part. There were no personal talks or airing out family secrets afterwards, something Felix was glad of. He wanted no part of this mess. Elijah had called; the Original family or officially the Mikaelsons. Family in other words. Elijah did not say that, but he felt it.

Whatever they were, Felix had a brother and god forbid, if the Mikaelsons were like Philip; he wanted no part of it. Especially if they were once part of the young boy's life.

It has been centuries, they have surely changed just like Elijah seemed to be. He seemed vastly different from the person he was in Felix's memories.

He was soon distracted by Elijah's pleasant voice asking about Felix's belongings. It did everything in him to not question Elijah's motives. Felix, for the first time in years, wasn't sure of where he stood. He's not sure he likes it. Control was something that Felix did not relinquish off, but it seemed like situations have forced his hands.

One of the lackey's—his ambushers, Felix noted with hatred burning in his eyes- had returned with Felix's belongings. Harry the kidnapper followed his friend, sullen.

"You're living an interesting life," Elijah noted, eyeing the number of guns, wallet, silencers and knives in the lackey's  hands.

Felix flashed him a sardonic grin but didn't say anything. Harry glowered at him, which Felix noted Elijah seemed to assess with cold eyes.

Felix ignored the both of them and reacquainted himself with his weapons. Without his main weapons, Felix  felt vulnerable. He was not defenseless while captured but he did miss the feel of weapons. Unfortunately, after killing Harry's brother, they did not underestimate him. 

It was relieving to have his guns with him. Felix felt powerful with them back in his hands. Secondly, he reached for his wallet. He searched it to find empty. Felix rolled his eyes.

"Robbing a guy of his only cash, how gentlemanly of you guys," he huffed. He wasn't bothered really, Felix wasn't a fool to stuff his money in one place. He had dollar bills in every nook and corner of his body as possible. The cult didn't search nor found his cash. 

He glanced at Elijah to see him frowning at Harry's nasty grin. Felix shook his head, and finally reached for his favorite glock with its silencer on and observed it.

Harry's foot had taken a sudden twitch at the length of time he was taking. In all honesty, Harry had no time to see it coming really.

Quick as a viper, two sounds were heard and Harry choked. He staggered towards Felix who walked backwards and pulled behind Elijah.

Someone screamed. Blood came out of Harry's chest like slow waterfalls. There was a hole in his forehead and chest. Harry had only one moment to flinch, wide eyed before he fell into the floor, dead.

Warlocks and witches rushed towards Harry in panic. Some glared at Felix's direction. Elijah too, shot a furious look towards him which didn't faze him at all.

Really, he wasn't leaving someone who wanted to kill  him, alive. 

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- uhh, why did nobody tell me how much nonsense i had here? so many rubbish lol. anygays,  i edited it somewhat. also my software is uk slang phobic, idky all my words got american-ized.

-timeline is from s2 of TO where Hayley's wedding is done and before Esther's death. ( look at me finally following canon. HA, you wish )

- elijah is still recovering from red door discovery so that's why he seemed bit off. I never got over red door!Elijah tbh and I'm gonna do justice for him !!!!

-basically what Felix said in this chapter. He's the icon, the movement, the chaotic lil shit