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@edenhusk asks "you belong to me"

A feeling of pride and joy overcame the original vampire as Lilith stood before him and mouthed these words. His lips lifted into a smirk that clearly radiated satisfaction. He liked it when she spoke so possessively. It suited her. He took a step towards her so that the distance between them was marginal. He could feel her breath on his skin, his gaze fixed firmly on hers. “That's right. With everything I have to offer.” His voice sounded rough, underlined by a low growl.

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Elijah was grateful that Maurice had helped him find the other vampire in such a spectacular way. As he spoke and finished finding him, Elijah brushed the blood from his lips. Maurice was disgusted enough as it was, he didn't need to see himself in the mirror like this, so he wanted to rectify that. Elijah smiled softly at the other.

“Thank you,” he replied sincerely. “You saved me a lot of work and I appreciate that. If you need anything from me, let me know.” He meant that sincerely too. If someone did him a favor, he would reciprocate and return the favor. Elijah was true to his word. He was known the world over for that.

The vampire concentrated on what the other had told him. Harbor. Was the other trying to escape? Or was he just hiding from Elijah? Either was possible, and Elijah would soon find out.

“If you want to wait…” the vampire offered Maurice, raising his eyebrow briefly. If the other didn't want to wait, that would be fine too. “Otherwise, I can look you up at home.”

hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. 

blood blood blood // always accepting // @mikaels0n-elijah

Maurice was exceptional at blood ties.

But he hated looking into blood, hated invading within a mind. It was so...VAMPIRE. So violating. It made him feel DIRTY. But Maurice was the best with blood ties out of all the vampires of New Orleans and he knew it. And it was ELIJAH that had asked him. He couldn't refuse.

It didn't make him feel any better. The vampires blood on his mouth, in his mouth, tasted awful. Maurice was used to the blood of vegans, and if he couldn't find those, vegetarians. It was bluntly obvious to him that the vampire's whose blood Elijah had brought to him didn't care about what they ate.

He concentrates hard on the blood, seeing through the eyes of the vampire whose blood was in his mouth, holding up a finger to Elijah as he starts to speak.

"He's at the docks. I can see a shipping report. Maybe a dockhouse?" And then he feels a finger at the corner of his lips and he flushes as the other wipes away blood that had dripped from his mouth.

"I...Thanks."

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'Oh, you were expected. Niklaus' eyes twinkled in amusement before he looked to Elijah. Then back over to Ricardo. 'But you want something from me too, don't you? How about you reveal that first and then we can discuss it further? Niklaus leaned back, relaxed, and folded his hands under his chin. Elijah watched the scenario carefully. What was Nik getting at? What was his brother thinking now?

"Based on what I heard you assist in strategy so chancelor seemed the best fit."

Rico smirked looking at the one thought the brains of the Mikaelson dynasty. His demeanor was far kinder than he would have expected yet he could easily tell thw kindness was a cover for a far darker set of symptoms. As he walked the images of past spells and fallen enemies filled his head yet he did not speak of such things.

"I am simply the diplomat sent from kemet... Ricardo Medici-Warren prince of Kemet and heir to the vloodline of the damned. I was under the impression that I was expected. "

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Elijah had to suppress a grin. He knew the feeling of trying to do the right thing and then exploding. You didn't want to and yet you did it because you had to. “Well, then you have to defend yourself, but make sure you don't get caught yourself.” He handed the other a handkerchief so that he could wipe the last of the blood from his face. “And find out the reason why the other person is annoying you,” he added. That was something that was important to Elijah. If someone was bothering him, he wanted to know the reason so that he could take action.

“You shouldn't mess with the wrong vampires, you know that, right?” Elijah looked at Luca with a calm expression on his face as the two walked side by side.

“Yea Elijah I know” Luca responded with what looked like a pout on his face thinking that it wasn’t his fault that it was the other vampire that was messing with him first “but what if he was messing with me first? And before you ask YES I tried to ignore him”.

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Elijah sat at his son's bedside and watched over him, as he should. Even if he was surprised that he had actually stayed there. He took it for granted, because the other was plagued by nightmares. Elijah grabbed his leg and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Of course I stayed, Miles,” the vampire assured him quietly, smiling slightly at the other. “How were the nightmares today? Did it get any better?” Maybe it was enough to know you weren't alone. At least it helped Elijah sometimes.

" i stayed. " /to Miles

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Miles grumbled as he woke up slowly opening and blinking his eyes which were blurred by sleep. It had been days since he had slept properly having nightmares for the last few nights that felt so real that he woke up having a panic attack.

It took him a few days trying to deal with everything on his own until he finally caved and broke down a bit in front of his father. The pure exhaustion only seemed to heighten his emotions and thankfully he felt no judgment from his dad. Although he didn’t see why there would be but nonetheless a part of him felt like there might be just mostly based on the fact that he was an adult.

Miles slowly sat up his hair sticking up a bit as he closed his eyes sighing before he opened them once more looking to his father with his hazel brown eyes which reflected Elijah’s own eyes. Miles had gotten a lot of things from his mother but his eye color wasn’t one of them.

“Did you stay up all night? What time is it?” He asked looking outside to see if there was sunlight which there was so it was at least day time out.

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He liked seeing her like this. It was beautiful how the blush adorned her face and made it a little warmer, and how she burrowed against his arm to escape him. Adorable. Elijah couldn't get enough of it, he laughed softly, not to laugh at her, but because he felt real joy.

Her fingers over the bite marks made him shudder. He sighed softly, enjoying the way she played and teased him. The vampire tilted his head a little, his lips brushing her temple. “You taste so delicious that I'd like to hang from your neck all the time,” he confessed quietly and honestly to her. ‘So infinitely sweet, you could become a diabetic,’ he continued amusedly, because it was true, but the choice of words was still funny. His hands stroked her bare back under the blanket, which he continued to keep over them. Even though she had said earlier that she couldn't take any more, he couldn't keep his hands off her. It was far too pleasurable to behave like this. Like a teenager in love for the first time. Elijah pushed his nose into her dark hair and inhaled deeply.

“Has anyone ever drunk from you before?” The vampire couldn't stop the words from being joined by a low, menacing growl. Elijah wasn't normally the jealous type of man, but at that moment; seemed like a crime to him if someone else had drunk from her. That anyone else was allowed to taste this sweet and delicate blood of her person.

Oh, now she had him in the palm of her hand, and Elijah was sure she knew that for a fact. The way he had just teased her easily, she could do it to him now. And damn, Elijah was almost in favor of her doing it. But then again, somewhere she wasn't. He wanted to hear the truth, but it could hurt him. So did he really want to? No matter what Lilith decided, he would react.

The  moment  his  fingers  tugged  at  the  blanket,  Lilith's  entire  body  tensed.  And  when  it  slipped  further,  exposing  more  of  her  bare  skin,  she  let  out  an  undignified  little  squeal,  scrambling  to  pull  it  back  over  herself. "Elijah!"  she  shrieked,  kicking  her  feet  under  the  sheets  in  protest,  squirming  like  a  child  trying  to  escape  a  tickling  assault.  But  it  was  useless.  He  was  stronger,  and  worse—he  was  smirking.

Heat  rushed  up  her  neck,  blooming  across  her  cheeks  until  she  was  certain  she  had  reached  a  new  level  of  embarrassment.  It  was  ridiculous,  utterly  ridiculous,  how  she  of  all  beings  could  lie  beneath  him,  completely  spent,  and  still  have  the  nerve  to  feel  shy.  But  when  his  hand  followed,  stroking  over  her  exposed  skin,  her  breath  caught,  her  entire  body  trembling  at  the  feather-light  touch. "Oh,  not  again,  Elijah,"  she  groaned,  though  the  breathiness  in  her  voice  betrayed  her  resolve.  "I  am  so  worn  out—I  don't  even  know  how  to  move  anymore. everything hurts. " It  took  a  second  too  long  for  her  brain  to  catch  up  to  reality—he  wasn't  actually  trying  to  do  anything.  Just  touching.  Just  teasing.  And  oh,  gods,  he  had  the  audacity  to  smile  at  her  about  it.

Her  blush  intensified  until  she  was  certain  she  was  a  shade  that  should  not  exist  on  her  skin.  With  a  frustrated  little  whine,  she  buried  her  face  into  the  curve  of  his  neck,  her  arms  wrapping  around  him  in  a  last-ditch  effort  to  escape  his  insufferable  amusement.  Unbelievable.  Here  she  was,  Lilith—the  unapologetic,  bold,  brazen  demon—reduced  to  this.

As  her  fingers  brushed  over  his  shoulder,  something  else  caught  her  attention.  A  mark.  Her  mark.  The  one  she  had  left  on  him  in  the  heat  of  it  all,  a  deep,  faintly  reddened  imprint  of  her  teeth. A  slow,  wicked  smirk  curled  her  lips  as  she  traced  over  it,  a  spark  of  mischief  flickering  in  her  eyes  despite  the  lingering  haze  of  exhaustion.  "I  should  bite  you  more  often,"  she  murmured,  dragging  her  nails  lightly  over  his  skin.  "It  suits  you."

Yes,  there  she  was.  The  cocky  demon  was  slowly  making  her  return. Lifting  her  head,  she  finally  met  his  gaze,  searching  his  expression  with  something  deeper  than  amusement  now.  Curiosity  laced  her  voice  as  she  tilted  her  head.  "So,"  she  mused,  fingers  idly  tracing  over  his  chest.  "Tell  me,  Elijah—how  does  divine-crafted  and  ancient  blood  taste?"nnThere  was  something  deliberate  in  the  way  she  asked,  in  the  way  she  let  the  question  linger  between  them  like  a  challenge,  something  for  him  to  grasp  onto.  Because  if  he  thought  she  was  going  to  lie  there  and  let  him  tease  her  without  retaliation—well,  he  had  another  thing  coming.

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Elijah smelled the blood on the screen and gave Kol a skeptical look. Then he shook his head for a moment before putting the picture down again. The vampire's mouth was twisted into a smirk. “Why not, actually? It's time to go out more.” Even if he didn't support his brother's macabre ways.

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" i have to give you this, brother. it's not one of my best work of art... " strolling around the room, painted in a crimson red with the blood of his last victims, the young mikaelson couldn't help but clean up the remain of his meal as he turned around, brown eyes locked on the man. " maybe i should have waited for more people to eat with? want to join? "

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Elijah took her in his arms and tried to give her more support. He stroked her hair and nodded slightly, which she could feel.

“You are your mother's daughter,” he whispered softly into her dark hair.“And your father comes through in you too.” Perhaps that reassured her a little more, knowing - and Elijah thought she knew it herself - that she could feel better.

Her parents were both like that. The child could only become like that. Besides, Niklaus' influence was so great. Elijah patted Lizzie's back. “You don't have to feel bad for what you are or what you do.”

The second Elijah's hand touched hers, Lizzy grasped his for dear life and fell against his chest for an engulfing hug. Sometimes a little girl needs her father, when she's frightened of the things she's capable of doing.

"I felt so free... I had all that power, and I just-"

"I finally feel like I can fit in with my family."

"I know who I am. I'm death in the palm of a little girl's hand, and sharpened edges. Ruthlessness. I'm a soft face with pointy teeth."

"he begged me not to... and I loved it."

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Elijah listened. She should be able to talk herself out of it, and the realization of what she was saying hit him like a train. He was glad that he was an original, otherwise all the information would have overwhelmed him and sent him crashing to the floor, shaken beyond belief and he would have done something else. But he knew demons and the stories about God. He had never believed in the one god himself, he had grown up believing in the Norse gods and had even met one. Therefore… everything Lilith told him was just a rollover. A big one, but he could stand firm. For her. She was the one who needed him at this moment. That she really was the first woman - Elijah had suspected it, but never questioned it - was news that was pretty impressive. What would the child end up being? How incredibly powerful? How dangerous? But they could discuss that later, too. If there really was no way to get rid of the child again, as was their wish, they would have to deal with it. No matter how much she didn't want to. But she still had time. Unless it was going to be a magical child and not nine months… Elijah pushed the thought out of his mind. As Lilith had spoken, he'd kept making approving sounds and squeezing her hand so she knew he was listening intently.

He lifted his free hand to wipe the tears from her cheek before his hand moved to the back of her head and gently pulled her towards him so that she could cry on his shoulder if she wanted to. When she had calmed down again, they could talk about everything.

“Don't apologize. You don't want to and you're being forced. It's… cruel,” he couldn't find any other words for it because it was just cruel what her ‘father’ was doing to her there. It shouldn't be. She should have decided to do it herself if she had wanted to. Her life was worth more than just bearing children. “And believe me, you're capable of more. Just look what you've achieved. What you stand for, Lilith. You are a force for so many. Your name makes people tremble.” Elijah's voice sounded soft and calm. He didn't judge her for not wanting a child. Not everyone wanted that, why force it on someone? Free will? Was it worth so little to her maker? If he could, he would make her life easier. And find a way, but if she saw it differently - and she knew all about it - then he believed her.

“I'm so sorry that this happened.” After all, Elijah was to blame… In a way. They could have prevented it, but they hadn't seen the need. Damn, if only they had. His hand gently stroked her dark hair while he thought about how he could help her. But what was there to do? He would stand by her if she wanted him to. But in the end, it was she who had to give birth to the child. He couldn't do that for her, no matter how much he wanted to. How bad must she feel? The lightness he had felt a moment ago had completely disappeared. The vampire just wanted it to be easier for her. And that wish could not be granted.

“Are you sure there's no way? In the… Hell?” Elijah wasn't sure there was a way that could help her. But if hell was working against God, then why not help her in that regard? Or was the price far too high? The vampire didn't know anything about it, but she would certainly be able to help him.

She  hadn’t  realized  she  had  taken  his  hand  until  she  felt  his  fingers  tighten  around  hers,  warm  and  steady,  grounding  her  in  a  way  she  didn’t  deserve.  She  should  have  pulled  away.  She  should  have  let  go.  But  she  didn’t.  It  had  become  second  nature  now—the  feel  of  him,  the  presence  of  him.  His  touch,  his  voice,  the  way  he  was  simply  there.  She  had  gotten  used  to  him.  Her  breath  trembled  as  she  forced  herself  to  meet  his  gaze,  a  flicker  of  something  raw,  something  deeply  buried,  surfacing  before  she  could  stop  it.  He  wanted  to  help,  she  could  see  that  much.  He  always  wanted  to  help.  But  this?  This  was  beyond  him.  This  was  beyond  both  of  them.

❝ Do  you  even  know  what  this  means? ❞  Her  voice  cracked,  her  grip  on  his  hand  tightening  as  if  she  was  clinging  to  something  slipping  away.  ❝ Do  you  even  know  who  my  father  is? I am not a demon, well that to but before that I am celestial Elijah, touched and created by gods hands. ❞  She  laughed  then—sharp,  bitter.  ❝ I  don’t  take  you  for  the  religious  type,  but  I  hate  to  break  it  to  you,  Elijah—God  is  real.  Forget about the bible or any other written thing, but God is very much real. And  He  is  not  kind. ❞ Her  chest  heaved  as  the  words  tore  free,  words  she  had  never  spoken  aloud,  not  here,  not  to  anyone  in  New  Orleans.  The  witches,  the  ones  who  whispered  her  name  in  reverence,  only  knew  her  as  the  Patron  of  Magic,  the  Mother  of  the  Outcast,  the  one  who  walked  beside  them  in  their  darkest  hours.  But  the  truth?  The  truth  was  something  else  entirely.

❝ I  was  not  born  like  you.  I  have  no  mother,  no  father  in  the  way  you  understand.  I  was  created  by  His  hands,  sculpted  into  being  with  only  one  purpose—one  damn  purpose.  To  bear  children. ❞  The  last  words  came  out  as  a  whisper,  like  speaking  them  aloud  made  them  more  real.  ❝ That  was  all  I  was  ever  meant  to  do. ❞ She  swallowed  hard,  her  fingers  curling  around  his  as  if  bracing  herself  for  what  came  next. ❝ And  then  I  left.  I  left,  and  He  is  still  angry  with  me.  After  all  these  years. ❞  Her  breath  hitched,  her  nails  digging  into  his  skin.  ❝ I  was  forced  to  leave  Eden  when  there  was  nothing  yet—not  humanity,  not  light,  just  darkness,  Eden,  and  Hell.  And  I  wandered  that  darkness  for  decades  before  Lucifer  took  me  in.  Of course Lucifer only wanted to use me for his revange as well but it was too late, I was already a demon when I noticed so I left again. And  even  then—even  then—He  still  wasn’t  finished  with  me. ❞

Her  throat  burned,  her  vision  blurred. ❝ He  replaced  me  with  Eve.  And  still,  He  rages.  Still,  He  punishes  me. ❞  She  lifted  her  gaze,  searching  Elijah’s  face,  looking  for  something—anything—that  could  explain  it.  ❝ What  have  I  done  wrong? I just wanted to decide for myself, refused to to be a servant, a weaker part to someone equal and refused to lay with a man I hated. ❞ The  words  barely  made  it  out  before  her  breath  shuddered  again.

❝ Is  this  my  only  purpose,  Elijah?  Is  this  really  the  only  thing  I  was  made  for? ❞  Her  voice  wavered,  unsteady  and  lost.  ❝ To  have  children? ❞  She  let  out  another  breathless  laugh,  hollow  and  sharp.  ❝ I  became  the  Patron  of  the  Outcast,  the  Protector  of  Abused  Women.  I  created  magic,  Elijah.  All  the  witches  who  have  ever  existed  are  my  children.  Is  that  not  enough? ❞ Her  chest  rose  and  fell,  the  weight  of  the  truth  suffocating.  He  was  standing  so  close  now,  his  grip  still  firm,  still  unwavering.  He  had  no  answer  for  this.  How  could  he? And  still,  she  couldn’t  stop. ❝ I  know  there  are  ways  to…  stop  it. ❞  Her  voice  dropped  to  something  barely  above  a  whisper,  the  hesitation  thick  in  her  throat.  ❝ But  this  is  different. ❞  Her  hands  trembled  in  his.  ❝ This  is  God’s  doing.  And  nobody  stops  God’s  doing. ❞  A  breath.  Then  another.  ❝ There  is  no  way  out no magic in the world can solve this. ❞

The  moment  the  words  left  her  lips,  the  first  tear  fell. She  hadn’t  even  realized  she  was  crying  at  first,  hell she didn't even know what crying felt like not  until  she  felt  the  hot  sting  on  her  cheek.  It  startled  her,  the  sheer  helplessness  of  it,  the  sheer  finality  of  it.  But  when  she  looked  up  at  him,  at  the  man  who  held  her  hand  so  carefully,  so  gently,  she  saw  it. That  glint.  That  flicker  of  something  deep,  something  almost  reverent. Happiness. It  was  buried,  hidden  behind  layers  of  restraint,  but  it  was  there.  He  wanted  this.  He  wanted  it. And  why  shouldn’t  he?  This  was  everything  he  had  lost  before.  Everything  he  had  been  robbed  of.  He  would  be  a  father.  He  would  get  what  he  had  longed  for and she ruined this moment for him.

And  she—oh,  she  wished  she  could  be  happy  for  him.  She  wished  she  could  share  in  that  joy,  that  hope,  that  aching,  quiet  longing  in  his  eyes. But  she  couldn’t. For  the  first  time  in  her  existence—for  the  first  time  in  four  hundred  thousand  years—Lilith,  the  Queen  of  Hell,  broke  down crying. She  sobbed,  bitterly,  into  his  chest,  clutching  onto  him  as  if  he  was  the  last  thing  keeping  her  from  shattering  completely and he was. ❝ I’m  sorry. ❞  The  words  came  out  in  a  choked  whisper,  muffled  against  his  skin.  ❝ I’m  sorry  that  I  don’t  want  this I know you do, I am sorry,  I  don’t  want  this,  Elijah. ❞

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„What do I want? At this moment?“ He would destroy it with his thoughts. He always did. But Elena was in front of him, waiting impatiently, and he thought she might even poke or slap him if he didn't answer right away. „Go for a swim. In the sea,“ came from his lips. It was a mystery to him how he had come up with that, but it had been his first thought. Probably because the sea was further away. Not near his family and their problems.

@mikaels0n-elijah asked: Feelings starters {{&&elena&elijah}} "I've been questioning my purpose lately. I don't know if I'm on the right path."

❝what kind of questioning are you doing elijah? i know you've always lived to help your family, but truly in a 1000 years have you never made a choice for yourself? a selfish choice for you?❞ she admired how noble and loyal elijah was, but she also could see how itv was taken advantage of, by his siblings, especially klaus. ❝what's something, even small you want to do. right now don't think just say❞ she challenged him

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If there was one thing he had learnt, it was that such surprises were good and beautiful, especially when you could hardly hold back. Knowing Annie in his arms, no longer separated by a table, was all he wanted at that moment. And she surrendered to the kiss, which pleased him all the more.

„I didn't want to wait any longer. You look so beautiful all the time, like an angel and your lips...“ he sighed softly, expelling the air from his lungs. His hand gripped hers tightly, he released his other hand from her back. „I envied the coffee. I couldn't leave it like that.“ He winked playfully at her before leading her further away from the café, they were quite obviously blocking the way in.

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They were just finishing up a coffee date, getting up from the little bistro table that they'd been sat at outside. Annie reached out to grab onto Elijah's hand, him having been a perfect gentleman the whole date and keeping his hands to himself, not a single passing touch.

Once her hand was in his, he tugged her in towards him, catching her off guard as she stumbled a bit before catching herself against him, barely getting a chance to make a sound before he had bent down slightly, pressing his lips against hers in a firm kiss, one hand still holding onto hers while the other trailed down to rest on the small of her back.

When he pulled away, she gave him a wide smile, eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness. "What was that for? Could you tell I was getting antsy or something?"

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Elijah took the mobile phone from him without hesitation and smiled at the ridiculous attempt to call the police. He stepped closer to the other man and looked him firmly in the eye.

"Why do you want to call the police and spoil the fun?" He clicked his tongue, disapproving of this act. "They're dead. You could call the hearse, but that would just put more work on me and more deaths." He raised his hand and stroked the other's cheek.

"Are you trying to make more work for me?"

emery was silent at first until he saw the body laying on the floor. that made his eyes wide open. but what really got him was the blood on elijah's mouth. he squeaked slightly before trying to turn around to escape. only instead of not being seen, he bumped into something that brought attention to him. "i -- um -- no.... no it was an accident." emerson speaks, feeling the fear flow through his body.

"yea... are they... dead?" he wants to ask more instead him stays quiet; listening to what the other had to say. "no i can't just leave. i need to call the cops. they need help." he saw that elijah looked different. he saw the blood on his mouth, but emerson still felt for the victim. being who he was, emery wanted to help them. "let me call the cops ok." he takes out his phone, moving towards the body as he does so.

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Elijah had suspected that his words would infuriate Lilith, but he hadn't meant them to be accusatory or angry. It was only meant to be a question, but… well, it had happened. She jumped up and wanted to leave. It was his words at the end that made her pause. It was like she was frozen. And she explained more. What he heard made him sit up slowly. He was sitting up in bed, his upper body no longer covered by the comforter, but had shifted. The vampire watched Lilith from a distance. Could he dare and get up? He wanted to help her cope, but he didn't know how. This was between her and her father. Bloody hell. Could that really be possible? Him as a father? Yes, he had wanted a child. It had been taken from him and he had only been able to raise Hope temporarily. It had been a need for Elijah, but he had pushed it out of his mind ever since he knew Lilith. It hadn't been remotely important anymore. Here… there was an opportunity. But also two opposites meeting. Lilith didn't want any of this, it was clear to see. You could hear it. Her words, her voice. Damn it, this was never supposed to happen. What difference would a vampire-demon hybrid make? How many enemies would this creature attract? Or was her father more involved than either of them realized?

The vampire stood up and walked over to her. His hands reached for her, but only held her hand. How could he help her? She looked so desperate, so fragile, like he didn't know her. And yet that was one thing he couldn't decide. Could they even decide against it?

“Lilith,” his voice rang out softly and he stepped a little closer. Her flight instinct was high, he knew it, and yet he had to speak to her. Maybe he could get through to her, if only a little.

“This is your home. If you decide you want to be alone for now, I'll either leave or you'll come back, do you hear me?” Elijah looked her firmly in the eye. He would not back down. He wouldn't leave her alone, no matter what happened. And no matter how distraught this beautiful woman was, the vampire couldn't stop his heart from lightening a little at the thought of what was growing inside her body. Damn it, he didn't want to feel this way. It was so hard for her and he was happy? Elijah felt selfish. Dirty. But he didn't voice those thoughts. He kept that feeling inside.

“I'm here for you.” He didn't know how much her father would be involved. Damn, her dream was disturbing. Disturbing. No wonder she hadn't wanted to be near him anymore.

Lilith  had  never  been  the  kind  of  woman  to  take  accusations  lightly.  In  fact,  accusation  wasn’t  even  the  right  word—Elijah’s  voice  had  been  too  measured,  too  careful,  but  the  implication  was  there  nonetheless.  And  after  everything,  after  years  of  solitude,  of  resisting  every  instinct  that  told  her  to  remain  alone,  of  taking  the  monumental  step  of  trusting  him,  staying  with  him—he  dared  to  ask  her  that? The  room  started to trembled  with  the  force  of  her  rage  before  she  even  spoke.  Her  expression  twisted  into  something  furious  and  raw,  a  tempest  barely  held  in  check.  Then,  she  let  go. ❝  What  did  you  just  say  to  me?  ❞  Her  voice  was  sharp,  edged  with  a  fury  so  fierce  it  could  have  sliced  through  bone.  She  tore  herself  from  his  embrace  like  his  touch  burned  her,  pushing  up  to  her  feet  so  fast  the  room  blurred  around  her.  ❝  You  think  I  would  fuck  someone  else?  That  after  everything  it  took  for  me  to  get  here,  after  centuries of  keeping  everyone  at  arm’s  length,  I  would  just—  ❞  She  let  out  a  sharp,  humorless  laugh,  filled  with  nothing  but  venom.  ❝  Fuck  you,  Elijah.  ❞ She  didn’t  think,  didn’t  hesitate.  Her  hand  flicked  out  as  she  got up and once she walked past  his  wardrobe,  a   fire  erupted  in  her  wake.  Blue-white  flames  swallowed  the  tailored  suits  he  treasured  so  much in it,  reducing  centuries  of  carefully  curated  perfection  to  ash.

Lilith  had  every  intention  of  leaving.  She’d  gathered  her  things  in  a  rage-fueled  haze,  her  pulse  a  violent  drumbeat  in  her  skull,  and  reached  the  door,  fingers  curled  around  the  handle,  when— ❝  You  need  a  pregnancy  test.  ❞ The  words  hit  her  like  a  strike  to  the  chest.  She  froze,  standing  there  in  the  open  frame,  her  breath  caught  somewhere  between  disbelief  and  sheer,  unfiltered  rage. ❝  You  think—  ❞  she  turned  back  to  him,  hissing  like  a  wild  animal  backed  into  a  corner,  eyes  flashing  with  fury,  as  if  she  were  prepared  to  tear  him  apart  for  even  suggesting  something  so  absurd.  But  then— Something  shifted.

Her  face,  contorted  with  anger,  stilled. It  was  like  a  piece  of  a  puzzle  finally  clicking  into  place,  like  a  memory  slipping  through  the  cracks  of  time,  emerging  from  the  fog  of  denial.  Her  eyes,  so  sharp  and  unforgiving,  softened—not  with  relief,  but  with  something  far  worse. Realization. Her  breath  turned  shallow,  her  lips  parting  as  the  past  rushed  back  at  her,  crashing  over  her  like  a  tidal  wave  she  could  no  longer  outrun.  Her  hands  trembled.  Her  knees  felt  weak. ❝  Of  course…  he  never  talked  to  me…  ❞  Her  voice  came  in  a  whisper,  barely  above  breath,  as  if  speaking  it  aloud  would  make  it  more  real.  Her  gaze  flickered,  unfocused,  looking  beyond  Elijah,  beyond  the  room,  beyond  this  moment. ❝  God…  Father…  That  dream…  ❞ Her  eyes  shimmered—not  with  tears.  No,  Lilith  never  cried.  But  this?  This  was  close.  Too  close.  A  silent  sign  of  just  how  scared  she  truly  was. ❝  Why  did  I  think  it  was  a  dream?  He  spoke  to  me…  it  wasn’t  a  dream.  How  naive  I  was…*  ❞

She  took  a  shaking  step  back,  fingers  pressing  against  her  temples  as  if  trying  to  force  the  memory  back  into  obscurity,  but  it  wouldn’t  budge. ❝  He never spoke to me in all those years, but that night, after we had sex, I heard his voice loud and clear in my dreams, “You  finally  gave  in  to  what  I  created  you  for.  Now  fulfill  your  obligation  and  bear  children.”  ❞ The  words  left  her  lips  like  a  curse,  like  something  poisonous,  something  she  wanted  to  rip  from  her  throat  before  it  could  settle  inside  her. ❝  I  thought  it  was  a  stupid  dream…  ❞  Her  breath  hitched.  ❝  It  still  scared  the  hell  out  of  me.  Why  do  you  think  I  didn’t  let you touch  me in that way  again after my... our first time? I was terrified after that dream that it might be real, now knowing justified so!  ❞ Her  voice  faltered,  barely  above  a  whisper  now,  cracking  under  the  weight  of  it  all.

❝  Father…  he…  ❞ Her  body  gave  out  before  she  could  finish.  She  sank  to  the  ground,  her  hands  bracing  against  the  floor  as  a  violent  tremor  overtook  her. ❝  God’s  final  punishment  for  betraying  Him.  ❞ A punishment, that is how she saw this. She knew he always wanted children but she also knew that she never did and that was what terrified her, not only having to tell him that she did not want this but also  the  knowledge  that  this—this  was  a  one-way  street.  No  escape.  No  undoing  what  had  already  been  was set  into  motion.  If god wanted her to bear a child, she would, for nothing in this world he would let her off the hook. He was still bitter about her running away the first time. Now he had her where he wanted her all along. Her  free  will  had  been  taken  from  her  in  the  cruelest  way  imaginable,  and  she  hadn’t  even  seen  it  coming. And  as  that  realization  sank  in,  something  inside  her  fractured.

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“Well…” began the vampire, who had already experienced loved ones who were alive enough to survive anything. It was so difficult, but it was doable. “You have to go into it, you're vulnerable and you have to fight for everything you want to build together.” He let out a soft sigh as he watched the other. Why was he asking such things? “And you have to have a shared goal.”

❛How do you hold onto a love that lasts?❜ He has tried multiple times to maintain a long-lasting relationship with another being but it always ends in disaster one way or another and it makes him wonder if he was destined to spend the rest of his immortal existence alone.

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The red room. A legendary story that no one had seen from the inside unless they had been part of it themselves. Elijah had learned from Natasha Romanova that this place really existed. And since then, Elijah had been searching for this place, or rather the people who had something to do with it. By chance, Natasha had finally come up with a name and Elijah had met this blonde woman at a public café, who seemed quite tough, but at the same time as if she couldn't hurt a fly. Raising his hand, he ducked into a corner where no one too curious could overhear. He didn't want to be overheard, but he didn't want to give her the feeling that he wanted to kidnap her directly, hence this public place.

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Elijah didn't necessarily like werewolves, but that didn't matter at the moment. He wasn't out to exterminate these wolves, but to forge an alliance if possible. He met with one of the representatives out in the forest. He leaned against one of the trees and listened into the gathering darkness. He could hear the cracking of branches and looked in the direction from which the other finally came. Elijah smiled narrowly at his appearance. “Good, you found the meeting place.” It was probably impossible for him not to find it.

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Elijah grabbed her hand to keep her from breaking. “I completely understand,” he whispered softly to her, pulling her a little closer to him. He placed his second hand on her shoulder to soothe her. The vampire knew the guilt, the shame that came with it. But also the elation. It was in her nature.

“You can speak any thought freely. No one will judge you here,” he implored her softly.

"I'm too young to have to deal with that-" She argued, still trembling from her feat. "It's not fair! I didn't want to!" She pleaded to Elijah with big blue eyes, shaking her head. "It wasn't my fault, it wasn't..."

Maybe it's guilt driving her panic. Maybe... but deep down, Lizzy was terrified of a far bigger problem. She killed a man... and she liked it. Better yet, she enjoyed exacting pain on him, inflicting torment on a human soul for her own self-preservation.

That's why she's shaking.