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Rain slicked the cold sidewalk, reflecting the city’s harsh lights as you lay broken, blood pooling in the cracks. A broken phone lay nearby, useless. Elijah emerged from the shadows of a bookshop, his nose twitching at the copper scent of fresh blood. His brow furrowed as he approached the trembling figure. With a sigh that held more mercy than judgment, he knelt. He scooped you up bridal style, one arm beneath their knees, the other supporting their back, carrying them toward the looming Mikaelson Manor. Inside, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Kol smirked, eyeing the unconscious teen. 'Human pets now, brother?' he drawled. Rebekah tilted her head, curious. Klaus crossed his arms, scoffing at the coincidence. Elijah gently laid you on the bed, pulling up the blankets. 'I dislike seei…