Klaus moved off toward her, not caring that the path was blocked by dozens of witches. Elijah fell in beside him, and Rebekah did the same, keeping the worst of the fighting away from their brother. “Slow down,” Elijah shouted, but Klaus was like a man possessed in his desperation to reach the witches’ leader.

“I’m going to kill her,” Klaus announced through gritted teeth, spearing an undead woman with a long knife he had taken from some other unlucky witch along his way. He twisted the blade with determined precision, carving her heart out like a hunter cleaning a deer.

“You can’t,” Elijah pointed out, wishing Klaus would use common sense for once in his endless life. “She’s linked to you.”

“Through the pendant she stole.” Klaus feinted at a dark-haired witch, who reacted too slowly and had his chest split open.

Klaus’s talent for revising history was impressive under the circumstances—he’d brought this war upon them by trading away the pendant. Elijah knew he wouldn’t get anywhere by arguing that point, and when Rebekah spun their way, her dark eyes flashing with outrage, he shot her a warning look.

“Taking the pendant back will let us kill Lily,” she snapped, “but this is no time for petty revenge. We need to put an end to these monsters for good, not indulge every impulsive whim that comes your way.”

“All we need is that pendant,” Klaus insisted, scanning the field for the shortest path to his enemy. “We can free Vivianne from her connection to the morts-vivants and let our armies put them back in the ground.”

Rebekah froze for a moment, her mouth open as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. A ball of green fire hissed through the air and struck her squarely in the stomach. It sizzled as it hit home, and the force of it knocked her backward into the arms of a blood-soaked mort-vivant.

Rebekah turned to deal with her new assailant, the remnants of the spell still smoking in the fabric of her dress. In the meantime, another undead witch broke past her, leaping toward Klaus’s unprotected back. Elijah moved to intercept the attack, and his boot smashed into the head of the mort-vivant in midair. The thing fell to the ground, stunned, and Klaus turned to engage him, his knife flashing brutally in the moonlight.

Too late, Elijah realized that Rebekah had shaken off her own attacker and had fought her way back to Klaus’s side. “The pendant won’t free Vivianne,” he heard her say, leaning close to their brother’s ear but keeping one cautious eye on the knife he held loosely in his left hand. “Niklaus, I’m so sorry, but—”

“There’s Lily,” Klaus interrupted, and Elijah honestly wasn’t sure whether he had chosen to ignore Rebekah’s words or simply not registered them at all. He shoved a werewolf out of the way and charged into the thick of the battle, leaving his siblings behind.

Rebekah shifted her weight as if she intended to follow him, but Elijah caught her by the shoulder, holding her back. “We have enough to do here,” he warned her. “Let Klaus fight in his own way, if you want there to be any chance of him coming around to yours.”

- The Originals: The Loss, Chapter 27