His hands scraped against the wall tearing the flesh from Elijah's hands, blood pooled between his fingers trickling down his arm. His once pristine black suit was now torn and shredded exposing his bloodied chest, heavily marked by long gashes. Werewolves. He was unprepared for such a large attack upon himself that his body was now swarming with wolf venom.

Although the wolf venom would not kill him, it would transport him to a world cloaked with vivid hallucinations. But at this point Elijah did not care about himself, all he cared about was getting to Hayley and her child. Genevieve and her witches had abducted Hayley and now he needed to find her. With the witches plan now out in the open he had to find her.

Crawling through the sodden back alley, his body fighting against the venom with the only cure that flowed through his brother's veins. His eyes blurred as he spotted someone lying on the ground "Hayley?" he whimpered. Stumbling over he collapsed to his knees as his hand passed through her. Lowering his head as the migraines had begun, another stage of the venom.