Klaus bared his fangs, and Elijah didn’t hesitate; he closed his fist and hit his brother in the mouth with every ounce of his extraordinary strength. It felt fantastic, even when Klaus snarled and threw a nearby table at Elijah’s face in return.

Elijah grabbed his brother by the throat, and Klaus dragged at his hands, trying to break their iron grip. The two vampires fell to the ground, still struggling for purchase as they wrestled among the shards of broken glass and cracked bottles.

Klaus gained the advantage for a moment, twisting across Elijah’s body. Elijah rolled out of the way just in time, but Klaus’s leg shot out and tangled with his, tripping him. Elijah shoved, kneed, and punched, brawling with his little brother like they had when they were teenagers.

He didn’t have the hatred in him to kill Klaus, he realized. Elijah had known for centuries which of them was the better man, and there was no need to prove it. All he had ever wanted was Klaus’s loyalty, and he was beginning to understand that he was never going to get it.

He threw Klaus across the room and stood, dusting off his wrinkled coat in disgust. “Stay down,” he snapped when Klaus began to pull himself to his feet, and although Klaus didn’t obey, he made no move to resume their fight.

- The Originals: The Resurrection, Chapter 9