she who lives again.

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He stands up, cradling her body against him. “Of course we can. We’ll take a shower, then soak in the bath.” He kisses her gently.

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Celeste was more than okay with that. Clinging to him, she would allow him to carry her. "Thank you. I knew you'd come."

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He rocked her, stroking her hair gently; murmuring softly in French to her. “Davina will never threaten those I love again.” He growls softly.

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Celeste nodded against him and held on tight, pressing her lips to his neck and rested there a second. "Can we go home now, darling?" she whispered, hands sliding across his suit covered shoulders.

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He looks up at Celeste’s soft whimper & he dropped Davina’s empty body to the floor. In an instant he had broken the chains holding Celeste & cradled her gently in his arms. “Mon amour…oh…God…I’m sorry, so sorry…” He bit into his wrist, offering it to her as he rocked her.

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Celeste made a small sound as he broke the chains, feeling relieved as her arms fell to her sides. She fell into his arms and pressed her nose against his neck for a moment, not minding the blood. "I will be fine, I promise," she whispered and looked at the wrist, thinking better than to argue with him. She took it and drank enough to heal, winding her arms around his neck, just to hold him close.

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His rage has taken control of him, he sees Celeste chained & unconscious fuels him. He brings the young witch up, so she is on eye level with him, she can see the blood seeping from his nose, he ignores it, the aneurysm nothing to him. “You wanted Kol back for yourself. Know this as your last thought, now that you are dead, I will see him brought back. I am tired of you threatening those I love.” His voice is deadly calm as he sinks his fangs into her soft throat, drinking her dry.

#debonairoriginal #t: gone #tw: death

And as soon as she was dead, Celeste gasped back to consciousness, looking around at the dead witches all around her. She could feel all of their magic flowing through her all at once -- it was painful and overwhelming, Celeste letting out a small yell before it dissipated; she looked at Elijah, covered in blood of the witches and had never felt more relieved to see him. "Mon amour," she whimpered.

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Somehow he broke through the boundaries holding him out. Either Davina’s magic had weakened slightly in her onslaught on Celeste or somehow Celeste was able to aid him, he didn’t know, nor care.

Once inside he moved through the ranks of witches, slaughtering them all, necks snapped, hearts ripped out until he finally came to Davina. He grabbed the young Regent by her neck, lifting her off the floor. He was a fearsome sight to see, covered in blood, it dripped down his face. Some of it was his own, the weak attempts of the witches to stop him; most of it was theirs. His hand began to slowly squeeze Davina’s neck. “It pains me that we have come to this, Miss. Claire, but I can not have you threatening me or mine ever again…” His fingers continue to tighten, he enjoys watching her struggle.

#debonairoriginal #t: gone #tw: death

She heard the barrier break and that was the last thing she remembered; losing consciousness at the onslaught of magic being used on her to try and kill her. She had been hanging on, using her own magic to protect herself. She hoped it held.

Davina watched the Original slaughter all the witches in her midst, her own power starting to diminish with each death as the ancestors abandoned her in their time of need. Letting out a sound of fear, she felt herself being choked as he grabbed her. All she had wanted was Kol back -- and with Celeste's magic, she would've been able to achieve it. Yet, she wasn't going to beg for her life, in fact, challenging him by giving him an aneurysm just before she was likely to lose her life.

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He had left Sera with Hayley & Klaus before heading into the Quarter. Into the areas where the real Witches dwelled. Not the ones that came out for the tourists money, the ones that dealt in deeper, darker magic then a simple love spell.

Thankful for his Vampire sense of smell, he tracked Celeste to one of the shops she had been in earlier in the day. Her scent had faded quite a bit, but he would recognize the subtle wild jasmine scent that belonged to her. He turned to follow it when his ears picked up the sound of her scream.

In an instant he was at the tomb where she was being held, attempting to break down the door keeping him out.

#t: gone #debonairoriginal

The magical torture continued, her body growing weaker with every movement. They couldn't take her magic away from her, but they could torture her with it -- twisting it and turning it enough to make her brain feel like it would explode every second. Her voice had gone hoarse with screaming, but she wasn't giving up. She was able to at least kick the regent as far as she could, but paid for it mightily; now she was bleeding from her nose and eyes -- and she was sure her ears were bleeding as well.

Minutes passed and it felt like hours; she heard banging against the door, the stone shaking with each movement. Weak and losing blood, she still managed enough energy to taunt them. "You're going to pay now," she said and let out another scream as Davina forced all of the ancestors magic at her.

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Sera was fussing, she had been for some time, & no amount of cuddling, milk, bath or toys was fixing it. Elijah was by his very nature a patient man, & wasn’t terribly upset with the baby. But once he realized how long Celeste had been gone for…that was troublesome. Celeste had left almost three hours prior, to get some herbs for a spell.

He sent a text to Celeste, & after fifteen minuets with no reply, he sent a quick text to Hayley, to see if perhaps she had dropped in for a ‘quick visit’ that turned into a ‘cooking lesson’. A short time later, she replied that no, Celeste was not at the Compound.

He picked Sera back up, rocking her gently as he paced, debating his next move.

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Celeste had dreaded going out into the witch community for herbs and spices for spells and cooking; they were still angry at her for what she’d done -- even if she had done it under the word of Esther. And it did not slip by her that she was being followed as she made her way through the marketplace. But -- she was caught off guard as she was suddenly rendered unconscious, dropping her belongings on the ground and taken in broad daylight.

The Quarter had her tales and this was one of them that would be kept secret. Only to be revealed for a price. Waking up sometime later in a crypt that was all too familiar, she noticed the coven of witches in front of her.

"You know what you are here for, do you know what it is?" Davina asked and Celeste nodded.To pay the piper.

"For my crimes against the coven," she commented, feeling her head start to swell with pain as one of them began the torture and let out a scream that she hoped could be heard for miles.

{ ma reine esclave }

Elijah growled. He shifted his hips and right through her orgasm; he pounded onwards and into her. “Yes, Celeste.” He whispered her name so lovingly into her ear. “Oh my Celeste.” He murmured. He took her mouth with his and kissed her in a heated, over flow of passion. He could feel himself begin to tip and then he lost it, burying into her so deep, he pressed his face against her neck and completely spilled himself in her; leaving nothing inside of himself. “Yes…” He swore, “Oh fuck yes.” He murmured.

As he lost himself, she let out a sound and tightened herself around him. Catching her breath, she knew she would be feeling this for days to come. Pressing kisses to his neck, she nuzzled him and listened to those foul words leave his refined mouth; it made her giggle and hold him tighter.

plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

themoralone

If not for the child in his arms, Elijah surely would have reached for her to try and maybe shake some sense into her. Not literally of course, but that simply could not be the only reason she was back. Not now that she had Emilie. He opened his mouth to respond, but paused when she spoke of destroying Davina.

Feeling conflicted, he thought of Marcel and the love he felt for Davina, almost surely comparable to his own for Emilie. Though if it were her or his child he knew the ending he would pick. He watched as she moved to touch their daughter’s cheek. “They will not have it, even if I have to tear their throats out myself.” Meeting her eyes, he swallowed once, finding his own profession of love still easy even after a century. “And I love you, which is why me sitting on the sidelines is a lot to ask if you are going to put yourself in harms way. I can not be killed, if you remember.”

#themoralone #t: things never change

Despite his mortality hanging by a thread, he was always the same man she'd loved. He could be vile and cruel of course, but no more than mortal men -- it was hard to tell who was a bigger monster -- the human race or the supernatural creatures who made New Orleans their home. Letting out a small sound and a sigh as he confessed, she looked up at him and offered him a smile. "And I love you. You have suffered enough. This is what you have always deserved," she said, touching the baby's cheek again.

"I have to do this. It is why I was brought back," she said and looked at her. "They found out about her; they want her. That's what I want you to do. Keep them from her until I can destroy Davina."

{ ma reine esclave }

Elijah grunted and groaned. He arched his hips up towards her, He slid his mouth against hers and kissed her lovingly, then in a blur, she was pinned against the wall. He shifted her legs around his waist, adjusted and started to thrust hard up into her and out. He growled and gripped her hips tightly, taking over the movements, and he couldn’t help but fucking her as hard as he could go.

She suddenly found herself against the wall in movements that were faster than she could've imagined, letting out a loud moan as he started to move brutally -- it felt entirely too good as she hiked her legs around him higher, taking him deeper. Fingers wound in his hair, she gave it a tug and nipped at his neck, whining loudly at how quickly he was moving. It was all too much and she exploded, cursing out loud in her native tongue.

{ ma reine esclave }

Elijah growled under his breath. He leaned in and kissed at her perfect, gorgeous brown skin. Ugh. Holy shit. He rocked his hips furiously. He whined and sighed. He finally moved backwards on the bed and pulled her along, laying himself flat on the bed, his hands on her hips. “Ms. DuBois.” He sighed and arched his hips. Shit, he could completely lose himself in a second. He gripped at her desperately. His eyes turned to her face. He brought his mouth to her ear. “Call me Elijah.” He whispered.

Celeste wanted to pleasure him; he was her master, after all, saving her from a wretched fate. This man had saved her sisters and wanted nothing more from it than company -- and it was company she could give. Letting out a breath as he moved, leaning down to press her lips close to his. Changing the pace, she whimpered and kept moving, Elijah deeper than before now. "Elijah," she let the name fall off her tongue and enjoyed the way it felt. And with that, she moved faster.

{ ma reine esclave }

She settled upon him, and he moaned as he was buried up into her. He inhaled sharply and rocked his hips with her, though found it alluring for her to ride him. His mouth moved against hers; he merely wanted to feel her up and down on him, his shaft sliding in her with enough of her wetness to make it comfortable. He moved his head down and buried his face against her neck; grunting softly as he met her hip movements; cock fully erect inside her, more than ready to… explode.

Celeste started to move, starting her own rhythm as she rocked on him -- her movements were slow and steady, not too fast and not too slow. Pressing her lips close to his, she didn't kiss him, instead breathing in the air he was exhaling. Letting out a sound the deeper she pushed him, she started to pick up the pace. Whimpering, she wound her fingers in his hair and pulled a bit, pressing her nose into his neck. She was lost in pleasure - this man, she didn't even know his name, but he had saved her and for that -- she would do anything he asked.

{ ma reine esclave }

She was a goddess in a human body. When their lips touched, he felt sparks through out his own body, itching through his skin, burning sensations of pure desire and need. He pulled her carefully backwards to the bed, then sat himself down on the edge, and pushed her dress upwards; causing it to pop over her head, leaving her in nothing; the skirts, heavy and all too much, were now scattered wherever he had tossed them, his inhuman strength helping him push them away.

Less than seconds and his pants were undone, shoved down his hips clumsily and he pulled her up onto his lap, resting her down upon him; his mouth captured hers, in a tender, passionate kiss.

Celeste made a small sound as he kissed her, feeling that same desire surge through her. Moving with him, she lifted her arms over her head to remove the many skirts and dresses that her body had been laden with. Leaving her in absolutely nothing but the body God had given her, she looked down at him -- he looked destroyed by lust; a man just moments ago put together so wonderfully.

As he bared himself, she let out a small breath of anticipation, sliding into his lap. As he was inside her, she let out a curse in French, parting her knees wide to settle down over him. Whining a bit, she kissed him, starting to rock a little bit, her hands now cradling his jaw.

{ ma reine esclave }

Elijah raised his head an hour later, and stood as she was at his door. He watched her for a moment; eyes narrowing, he walked forward and took her hand; leading her into the room, he closed the door behind her and locked it carefully; for he didn’t want any disruptions. Once she was in his room, he stepped forward and slid his fingers up over the bare skin of her throat, into those beautiful black curls and gently carded back. “Je vais vous garder en sécurité , et vous aimer,” I will keep you safe, and love you.

He pursed his lips, then lifted her chin; kissing her on the lips now. He pulled her close to him, fingers undoing the corset on her body, and making it drop to the floor.