Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Klaus still held back. He looked like he was only attacking on the surface, and Elijah was fine.

If it were any ordinary person, they would have died a long time ago. Unfortunately, they were all vampires, members of the ancestral family.

But Elijah immediately stood up and grabbed a steel rod with the same ease as if it were tofu. He turned and swung it at Klaus, his blows becoming fiercer and fiercer. "Even if I have to save you forever, to rid you of your stubborn, willful, despicable self."

Klaus had been hit a few times by him nonchalantly at first, but when he saw the blood at the corner of Elijah's mouth, he seemed to recall a little of his brotherly affection.

"If I can only beat you like my old father," Elijah said, his voice low and bitter, his actions unhesitatingly crisp, "to remind you of your humanity, to remind you to care about everything …"

When Klaus heard the anger in his father's voice, he retaliated almost instantly. He pulled the iron bar over, knocked Elijah to the ground, and then swung it at his brother.

The power of the ancestral vampires was terrifying. The two of them had been at a stalemate until the very end, and Elijah in particular had ended up at a disadvantage.

Klaus seemed to get tired of the beating. He threw the stick away and looked at the man on the ground. His black suit and elegant movements were torn apart by him. "You're too pitiful, Elijah."

Elijah wiped away the blood and didn't get up. He looked at Klaus, his brother's anger gone, and he should be able to hear a few words now.

"Who is more lamentable, the one who wishes to make the family whole, or the coward who sees the world only from his own fear?" Elijah smiled at his younger brother.

Klaus jumped onto a pile of furniture at the side. It wasn't that he didn't understand Elijah's words, but he didn't care.

"I don't care about anything for centuries, brother. Why on earth do you care?" Wasn't that ridiculous? He didn't care anymore. What did that fool Elijah care about? He had persisted for so long. Was he really not tired?

Elijah, with a certain degree of cleanliness, wiped his mouth and clothes with a handkerchief, and slowly straightened himself up, finding that he was missing a cuff link.

"Because I've let you down," Elijah said, as if distracted by his own words. "Because I can't save you in the time you need."

Klaus watched as his brother fell into a long period of silence. However, the corners of his eyes had a hint of hatred to them, and his brows were chilled to the bone.

"Because the first time my father attacked you, I should have killed him." His voice trailed off, as if he couldn't meet Klaus's eyes. "I also promised you that I would protect you, my brother."

Silence, breathing/breathing, deadlock.

Klaus looked at his brother who was half-sitting on the ground, his malevolent expression calming down. His stone-like heart seemed to waver a little, but he was unwilling to speak.

Elijah looked at him and the corners of his mouth went dry. "It's always above everything," Klaus said, looking him in the eye and beginning to laugh. His laughter was crazy, and his eyes were bright.

Then Klaus reached out to Elijah and pulled him to his feet.

"Elijah, you are a sentimental fool."

"Maybe."

Elijah replied.

Klaus didn't seem to be able to beat him up again, he could only helplessly continue to stare at the two brothers as they were so familiar with each other.

"Even so, I've persisted for so long … Isn't it? " Elijah continued to look into his brother's eyes. Klaus did not look away, and the two of them had similar pupils that seemed to be floating through a strange resonance.

Elijah knew that he had succeeded, that White Dew and the child had a chance to survive, and he led the way out of the dump, confident that Klaus would not like to talk to him here.