#⚜ i’m a special vampire ▬ in character

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cont. from here || @fbiartist

             it was very difficult to keep elijah out of action for longer, he was pretty indestructible. but if his heart were to be harmed or if someone would be able to successfully behead him, then he would actually be made harmless for a short time and look quite dead. but unlike normal vampires (or other beings in general) that would only very temporarily harm him. only the special daggers would actually knock him out for a longer time; days, weeks, years, centuries, even. it was difficult to estimate how long he had been gone when he took his first breath; when the dark veins on his grey skin were retreating, even if his skin remained grey until he had regained strength, until he had fed. he felt strangely dried up.

            what he did know, however, was that he was furious, raging mad, even. how could he? how dared he?

            elijah had risen within seconds with a growl and moved his shoulder until it was adjusted again with a loud crackling. his head also tilted until another crack was heard – injuries that didn't have the time to heal before he was daggered. he was in attack mode, ready to beat the crap out of his dear brother. in all honesty, he didn't really realize at first that the present people had changed nor that his opposite was gripping his arm.

            only when he heard her voice he snapped back to reality and caused him to pull his eyebrows together, irritated about what she was doing here as she had not been there when he had the confrontation with niklaus.

            "ziva?" his voice was raspy due to the lack of fluid, his skin still very greyish. and only then did he realize that he was too close to her, that he had attempted to crush her which immediately made him step back.

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              when it came to niklaus, one should never assume anything specific; he could be as inconsistent as the weather in april. "not like that?" elijah asked further because cami’s statement did not sound like she had completely stopped spying for his younger brother.

             elijah was surprised by the remark that niklaus had asked her to write his memoir, but it was a good sign that he trusted someone. to trust someone seemed to be difficult for his brother; even for his own siblings he did not give trust without reservations. elijah therefore saw this as a good sign and a step in the right direction.

             "my brother seems to care a lot about you," he said, a sign of appreciation. so maybe there was still hope. all the more elijah would have to ensure that cami feels safe and not threatened.

             "wonderful." the corners of his lips lifted upwards, having no doubts that this would be dealt with quickly if these people were going to show up. "after you." || @taintedbloodlines

She couldn't help but laugh. "No, no," she said firmly. "Not like that. He just...needs someone to listen to him sometimes and I don't mind doing that. Which is surprising to me because at one point, he tried to make me write his memoir. You would have thought I was done listening to him..." It was a different dynamic now that compulsion was gone. Now that she understood the reality of the world she had been thrust into. She felt on more even footing with him. "I wouldn't spy for him ever again."

She watched him as he put on a coat and for a moment wondered if he ever wore anything that was wrinkled or made out of denim. She highly doubted it. She had to put her fingers to her lips to keep from laughing at the thought. Now was not the time --- this was serious. She needed to feel safe again. He was going to help her --- making fun of him was counteractive to that.

"I have a thing for faces, especially ones I worry are going to hurt someone. So yes, I'll remember them," she assured him as she moved towards the exit of the Mikaelson home.

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cont. from here || @malka-lisitsa

           it wasn’t the first time he had felt niklaus' teeth. most of the time, however, his brother graciously offered his blood to cure him of the poison that his bite had set free. not so this time. elijah is aware that it was a way to punish him.

           this time it had caught him on the shoulder – in their heated argument that soon turned into a scuffle the bite had been quickly placed. it wasn’t a very big spot, but it was terribly inflamed and hot. something that didn’t want to heal; at least not while it was still so fresh. fortunately, he had still been able to change his tattered and bloody suit, rinse the wound as best he could, and treat it reasonably so that his new shirt would not be soiled.

           the poison had already spread well in his body and caused the first bouts of fever while his body tried to fight it. his skin was glistening with the thin layer of sweat and he felt awful. sick. inflamed. tired but at the same time wide awake. thankfully, he knew he would survive it. others were less fortunate. he knew he needed rest. he mustn't fight it as it would only delay the recovery. nonetheless, there was still one thing he needed to do.

           "please, katerina. leave. i'll be fine but you need to leave!" he was still in control now but the fever will rise and he could not guarantee for anything. in deep down, she knew it was the truth.

           he knew it was a great deal that she trusted him so much, but at that point trust was inappropriate, she wasn’t safe. not if she stayed within reach.

           "go, katerina."

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He put something green on her plate and she is not happy about it. She will be giving the silent treatment during dinner.

And yes, she knows she absolutely can just not eat it, but the audacity of that man to put this on her plate in front of her mashed potatoes is just-

         elijah was aware of katherine’s aversion to vegetables. although she didn't seem to detest every vegetable. potatoes, for example, seemed to be okay. anything green, however, was usually very difficult. the reason for it was unknown to elijah, maybe she was just stubborn. maybe she didn't give it a chance because she just assumed it was awful. or maybe she doesn't want to admit it isn't as horrible as she pretends it to be.

        whatever it was, apparently she chose to pout.

        "it would be a shame if it gets cold..." elijah stated without looking up before he continued his meal.

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She kissed him back, lingering a little longer than she usually would. Then she pulls back, breaking the kiss. He mentions her favourite.... and she has to actively battle her own thoughts about whether or not she deserves a man like him.

"Did I change your mind about love...?"

      it's evident to him that she needs him for emotional support tonight although he doesn't comment on it. instead, he let his thumbs brush lightly against her waist in an attempt to soothe her and fight her inner turmoils.

      "i don’t think you ever had to do that." he suddenly knew what she was referring to. he once told her that he doesn't believe in love. he had not been entirely sincere although it also hadn't been a lie.

      "i know there is love, but there have been times when i forgot that this option exists for me. for me, love is incredibly rare. and perhaps i was convinced, perhaps i still am sometimes, that it's better for me to refrain from love. i..." he paused and gulped slightly, focusing on the brush of his thumbs. he is a man who has concealed such deeper vulnerable emotions successfully. and he knows that there's a dark truth regarding him and love.

      "i tend to doom people. i bring destruction. when you love someone and that person loves you in return you're uniquely vulnerable. they have a power to hurt you that's like nothing else." he knows that they are in a phase where katerina had the power to hurt him if she wants to because he loves her so much. but it's not the thing he worries about.

      "sometimes i'm terrified that i hurt you, that you'll get hurt because of me just because i have feelings for you. i could never forgive myself if something happens to you." if he fails again. he hasn't been in love with her when they first met. he was smitten, yes, but it wasn't yet love. nonetheless he wanted to protect her and he failed. it's one of his biggest worries.

      "and yes, i do have feelings for you. very intense ones. feelings i didn't think i would be capable of feeling again." || @malka-lisitsa

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            elijah’s mouth opened to repeat his question. in the end, however, he decided not to focus on this topic further, as there were more important issues at the moment. nevertheless, the return of magic was definitely a topic they had to discuss. because magic could be the only reason for what just happened; nothing else could have caused these vibrations.

           at the testimony of his sister, he shook his head decisively. "well, the situation seems to have changed, or do you not feel that way?" a hint at what just happened. he did not know exactly how strong the magic in her was. but if it behaved like freya's, then her actual age would have amplified the power of her magic. something dangerous, if you didn’t know exactly how to deal with it.

           within a second, elijah was at the door to block her exit. "i am well aware that you and rebekah have little in common on this issue. nevertheless, you are probably not aware of the risks your condition poses at this moment. i have no desire to argue with you, but you cannot deny that there is a potential in you that can’t be estimated at this time. and if something happened to you, it would not be reversed." human bodies had no second chance to heal if they were seriously injured in any form and they don't know if vampire blood could help her in any form. || @obl1tus

A shaky exhale follows his words, but she doesn't answer or acknowledge what happened. She continues to keep a tight grip on the box that had been cracked open to reinforce her mental shields. She rises from the armchair slowly, her movements stiff. " That, " she responds tersely, heading towards the room's exit. " Was none of your business. " her tone leaves no room for negotiation. She's not discussing this with him. Not now, not ever. In fact, she doesn't want to think about it ever again. There's a pit in her stomach and she feels nausea rise. But her gaze darts to her brother as he dares to impose bed rest upon her, a bitter laugh ripping from her throat as she whirls on him, ignoring the way her head spins at the fast movement- her body still adjusting to no longer having unnatural speed. " You may be my brother but I have outgrown the brotherly concern by a few centuries. " a tight smile adorns her lips. " Our agreement is off, I'll deal with this on my own, however, I see fit. " she was nothing if not stubborn. She sucks in another breath, feeling her self-control ebb. The last thing she wants is a repeat of before. She makes a mental note to speak to Freya about control. " I have spent the better part of a millennia on my own, I think I know what's best for me. " she doesn't. She goes to turn again before pausing, gaze hard. " and in-case you hadn't noticed, I'm not Rebekah, I don't follow her fanciful notions about love and becoming human. I don't want to be a mother, I don't believe being human makes anything better. If I could, I'd give this to her in a second. I don't want to be weak. " there's definitely no heat to her tone, no bitterness when she speaks of her sister and her voice definitely doesn't crack.

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"Elijah."

Uh oh.

"I did my hair and nails for you, and not once have you commented on how bangable I am."

Rude Elijah, after she went through all that trouble.

         "i would never assume you would do such activities for anyone but your own pleasure and comfort," elijah stated because he is an advocate for women to only dress for themselves and not for men.

        "but you are wrong if you think i failed to recognize." he added with a sly smile while his head tilted slightly. "you are always very bangable, if i am to use your words. but if i said something like that out loud, then i would want to execute it too – your hair wouldn’t be so perfect after."

        elijah obviously knows that katherine is very extra with her hair and he does try to be careful with it but ... when things get rough, they get rough. @malka-lisitsa

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cont. from here || @malka-lisitsa

         "you would have rejected another gentleman if he had been faster than me? that could be considered bold – or foolish. the gentlemen of the ton would think you have already made your decision..." it's unlike for him to be as bold himself for he would never be that much carried away to be so direct. however, somehow the thought of other men dancing with her did bother him – even though she is by far not his. and how could she if he himself has not made a decision?

        "nevertheless, i gladly accept this honor and it would be a pleasure to add my name to your dancing card."

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"Ooohhh, a gentleman and a beast in bed."

She knew both already but she likes to tease. Of course she dresses for her satisfaction first but she absolutely wants him to leer every chance he gets.

The doppelganger spins on her heel, casually starting to walk in the direction of the bedroom.

"Hair can be fixed Elijah." She shot back over her shoulder.

If that's not an invitation who knows what is.

         he did not say anything regarding the first comment. a gentleman would not confirm such a claim.

        his eyes attentively followed every movement, every step she made while not failing to notice her invitation. hair can be fixed, hm? elijah lazily got up before following her to the bedroom but without entering it. instead, he leaned against the doorframe.

        "i'm under the impression you desire more than a simple confirmation of your exquisite looks?" he was teasing her, of course, because he knew what she wanted. nonetheless, he was in the mood to play a little.  || @malka-lisitsa

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              "if someone is smart and has reached a certain age, then they will practice restraint. they will hardly have a high profile and commit to effective publicity. i have no doubt that there are only a few older vampires, but they are limited by nature. most vampires nowadays are unfortunately only wild seeds. i doubt that more than 25% at most were transitioned directly by my family."

             accordingly, he did not worry about the small number of really old vampires. how could there be any if his family was mostly much more careful about turning someone? these sprouts, however, sometimes did not apply the same caution.

             his eyes narrowed a little when he saw aurora’s smile. her words were something that he did not consider as the truth because they both know that she held a grudge against him. something he surprisingly can comprehend.

             "so you’re basically proposing to play my babysitter? that’s almost ridiculously hilarious." elijah was not impressed at all. "why does this prophecy have such an impact on you, aurora? if it were to be according to prophecies, our world would have already been over many times: was not the last great event in 2012?" || @ladamedemartel

Ah, the arrogance. Well, they had a rather good run before Elijah's ego reared it's head. You can do so well that you lost two siblings in nearly as many years. Aurora thought to herself, but knew that Elijah needed no reminder of the stakes, of his loses. Besides, he had nearly paid her a compliment; undoubtedly he had needed an insult as a palate cleanser.

"As I said: we have both lived a long time. It's increasingly rare to find someone more than a few centuries old, let alone as old as we." Aurora turned her face slightly toward his to let him see the smile that remained on her lips. "Perhaps I do want a little chat with you. It's a nice change of pace from my brother or Lucien." Not really. She did enjoy Lucien's worship of her. Still, she did want a pleasant chat with Elijah and knew it would have needed to happen sooner or later. circumstances simply forced it to be sooner.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned her face from him to focus on what was ahead once more. "I intend to remain in town. Whether you believe in prophecies or not, whether you believe that you need my protection, Tristan's protection, or not, I will be in town to see to your continued safety. I believe that will be easier if we can get along whilst I am here. I wouldn't want someone to take advantage of you waging war with me as a chance to mount some sort of secondary attack."

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cont. from here || @malka-lisitsa

          it is very rare that elijah went to bed early - usually, he did not sleep until well after midnight. and when he finally went to sleep, he usually slept tight enough. however, not tight enough not to relatively quickly notice that katherine had left the bed. he waited a few moments to see if katherine returned to bed, giving her the necessary space in case it wasn't a situation that needed attention. but when she failed to return, elijah decided it was best if he went looking for her.

          he gave an unusual sight. the hair already slightly ruffled by sleep on one side, without a suit, but only in his sleeping outfit, and barefoot. fortunately, it didn't take him long to locate her, and fortunately, she was still in the building. upon stepping into the room she had chosen, elijah immediately checked for signs: increased pulse, rapid breathing, restlessness... signs that typically indicate that she has had a nightmare or a panic attack. but everything seems quiet. 

          she seemed to take some time until she gave him a reaction following his words that were mainly meant to make his presence known so as to not startle her in case her mind wandered off. and considering that she seemed to need some time to react, her thoughts were probably not entirely here in the presence.

          her questions caused him to frown, not having expected that whatever troubled her went in that specific direction. he knew he was far from being perfect and he knew that he certainly was not everything that she was looking for and needed. elijah was not blind to the fact that his divided loyalties didn't please her and he knew that he had hurt her immensely in the past. he also knew that he often could not match her fiery spirit (the famous stick in his ass) and isn't as open in his feelings. flaws a perfection option would not have. nonetheless (or rather precisely because), he was trying his hardest to show her what she meant to him. her doubts regarding their relationship made him question whether he was trying enough. whether he had done anything that made her feel neglected or misplaced or not good enough.

          elijah stepped carefully closer until he reached the chair she was sitting in. then, he squatted down so that he wasn't towering over her. "of course i am happy with you, katerina. you are important to me and you mean a lot to me." his hand reached out to lay above her free hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. "i love you."

          of course, there are big 'whys' in his head. why is she filled with doubts? why was she so unsure of his feelings for her? but he decided to not ask so as to not push her if she didn't feel like sharing. perhaps being simply here with her already helps her.

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cont. from here || @apex-royalty

          "see, that's where you're gravely mistaken." elijah stepped closer, his tone and attitude dangerously cool & indifferent. "that's always the problem with you pesky salvatores. you always try to pull your head out of the noose you created and hope to evade the consequences of your actions." 

          "i thought i made myself clear when i said that if anything whatsoever happens to katherine, i will descend upon you. it is easy to switch elena’s name with yours in this equation. i do not care for the reasons, stefan. i see the result. and the result is that she is dead." the last words were almost hissed.

          "so explain why you deserve to keep your heart?"

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plotted with @malka-lisitsa

          elijah had grown very fond of katherine, or rather katerina now that he knows her actual name, over the past few months. neutrally explained. it was very rare that he developed a deeper interest in a human, and he knew it was better to stay away. humans and vampires were never a good combination, yet they seemed to meet by chance. admittedly, sometimes he had also set it out to appear at the place he knew she was working at, but sometimes she, too, seemed to cross his path.

         katerina was a special person, she had something indescribable about her that attracted him. therefore he had seen with great concern that she had obvious injuries the previous day; bruises which she tried to hide under makeup. in her movements that suggested pain. he had never addressed it directly and the answers to his indirect questions were usually formulated in such a way that he knew she did not want any further inquiries. but now he was sure that there was indeed someone who caused her pain. something that made him incredibly angry (raging mad, even), but since she wouldn’t drop any names, he couldn’t let this person pay.

         he had offered to take the pain away and heal her, and she had agreed, although she probably thought it was a joke on his part. that it was actually his blood that had the desired effect was unknown to her as he had cleverly hidden it by giving her a drink.

         the events of the previous day had led him to want to see her urgently today, which is why he drove to her address. he knew it because she had already invited him to her apartment once. he rang the bell, but no one opened the main door, which was not an obstacle, as he found someone else to open the door. when he finally stood in front of her apartment door, however, he smelled something that shouldn't be as prominent: blood.

         elijah knocked on her door. "katerina?" there was no reaction, so he looked around briefly and then opened the door with a deliberate blow.

         what he found was horrifying, she lay not far from the door in her own, already dried blood on the ground.

         "katerina!? katherine?!" immediately he hurried to her and kneeled beside her on the ground, his gaze searching where all the blood came from while at the same time trying to feel a pulse, although he could not hear a heartbeat and her gaze was fixed, empty, and immobile. he knew what this meant, but he didn’t want to accept it. she couldn't be dead. she shouldn't be dead. he couldn't have lost her.

         but ... was it even possible for her to be dead? there were a thousand thoughts on his mind, also calculating when he had given her his blood the day before.

         his gaze finally hung on a dark crusty spot on her dark top, which was slightly raised and shimmered metallic when looked closely. immediately he brushed his fingers carefully over the spot and could then actually grab a bullet that should not be at this place (even if it shouldn't be there at all). her body seemed to have expelled it, which was a sign that she'd wake up again.

         elijah released a breath, before closing his eyes and trying to focus which wasn't as easy because between the initial scare he had and the wrath he felt, he also knew that she wouldn't awake as she was before. if she were to awake, then she would be in transition.

         he opened his eyes and then rested his hand softly against her cheek. "you won't be hurt again. and you'll be avenged." he does not know who did this but he'll find out. elijah lifted her into his arms and carried her to the room which he suspected was her bedroom, to lay her on her bed. she shouldn’t have to wake up on the floor. he left the bedroom door open to hear any possible change or movement before returning to the scene and started cleaning it – more a distraction to himself, because besides his concern for her, there was also this incredible anger and vindictiveness. only when the floor was perfectly clean, he went back and stood at the bedroom door to give her the necessary space when she wakes up.  

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            "my curiosity should be capable of being forgiven, it’s extremely rare that someone notices and meets a new doppelganger." of course he was curious, of course he would want to meet this person. he had no interest in her beyond his curiosity. he just found it fascinating that there were now three doppelgangers who had become vampires in one way or another – it was strange how they had been looking for a doppelganger so long and now there are three he knows of. "as long as you are not a threat, you have nothing to fear from me. i can’t speak for the rest of my family." doppelganger are a wanted species. although niklaus seems to have overcome his urge to create new hybrids after they turned out not necessarily loyal, that didn’t mean anything. but that'll be all he's going to say. anything else would immediately darken the situation.

           "i suppose trying to stay alive essentially means making enemies to some degree," elijah stated because he could comprehend the situation katherine is in although her decisions weren't always the smartest ones. some actions cause a chain reaction and it is hard to find a way out of it. "this is not a guarantee that you will necessarily share her fate; she usually leaves few witnesses of her place of residence." which was also one of the reasons why she was so hard to find or grasp – the lack of people truly knowing her made her so incredibly elusive.

           elijah leaned slightly back, his gaze expectingly. "and the accurate answer would be?"

"Should I be nervous? So far, all you've done is question me and offer me tea. No attacks, snide comments or threats of death. More than I hoped for, if I'm honest. I imagine the rest of your family is not so... gentlemanly?" Her head cocked to the side, an eyebrow raising. "Or is it a family trait? And everything I've heard is just.. poppycock?"

A small nod, and a shrug. "Mhm. Katherine? For someone supposedly on the run, she sure makes a lot of enemies wherever she goes. It's not like I can do much about it either. Dye my hair? I don't think it'd help much."

Annie could tell that he wasn't thrilled to be dragged into a guessing game, but she wanted to see how much he knew about her without telling him herself. "You would be right. Pretty good guess, I'd say."

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The doppelganger wasted no time after the invitation, and she climbed into bed with him. More than ready to partake in that bounty she had secured via door dash.

Katherine not sleeping well often, meant she was up a lot. Today she decided to do something sweet for him. Honestly she doesn't gift him much, since she knows hes not a particularly material man. And most of the things she can do for him as an act of service are.... not things shes good at. So when little ideas like this pop into her head she's always excited to carry them out.

Sly hands reach over and snatch a piece of the fresh fruit cup to pop into her mouth with a hum.

"I got all your faves."

She's very pleased with herself.

        he made sure to steal a kiss shortly after she got into the bed, along with a loving and gentle brush along her back, a way of saying 'thank you' but also a way of showing his feelings for her. this gesture of organizing breakfast is nothing he expects or takes for granted which makes it even more special.

        "thank you, katerina. i do hope you find something for you as well." although she seems to be successful in doing so when she grabs a piece of fruit.

        elijah made himself a cup of tea with the available means before he put marmalade on fresh bread rolls.

        "are you content, katerina, or should i make something for you as well?"

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text messages. || @insanislupus ||accepting

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