#etxsemperxetxinxsaecula

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"----Ever since you and your family dropped off the face of the earth and boarded yourselves up.. my life has gone back to at least.. somewhat normal." she neglected to mention the fact that she had an Original vampire hunter on a leash but that was beside the point. "I'm not going back to the way things were, Elijah." she stated.

[frenchquartervampireking-blog]

//Guess who's back?

HOLY SHIT! Hey there!

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∞ (For Elijah obvs. I need to bring him back.)

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Saph looked up from her seat,seeing a hand reached out for her. But it wasn’t that which surprised her. It was the voice. She knew that voice. “Elijah…” She whispered,smiling. It was like her heart jumped five paces which made her grin return in what felt like months. “Why would I say no?” She asked,taking his hand.

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(Rebekah) [text: Marcellus] I'm back in the Crescent City. For good.

Marcel looked down at his cell phone, staring at the message he had been reading for the past ten minutes. Rebekah was back in town. For good, according to her words. He was not sure how to respond for a while. But once he had composure over himself and replied to her text.

[text:] Where are you now?

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etxsemperxetxinxsaecula

"I'm positive that's not how that thing is supposed to be used."

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[ letters to you | elijah ]

Brother Mine,

With a thousand years of camaraderie and betrayal between us, a letter to you is perhaps harder to write than a letter to Rebekah. Perhaps because everything I perceived as a betrayal was felt much harder when it came from you, brother.

I'm certain there are unlimited reasons for this but there's only one that seems viable to me. It's come to my attention, a realization that's been centuries in the making if I'm being honest, that any time you felt the need to lash out in response to my actions, it was because you were disappointed in me. Certainly you realize, big brother, there are things I will not apologize for. But you must know I never wanted to disappoint you to the extremes I have. I never wanted to disappoint you in any manner, which hardly excuses anything I've done but disappointing you scared me.

You were the only respectable father figure I ever had, Elijah. You taught me how to wield a sword, to swim, to knock an arrow and shoot it. Everything I know, it's because of you and though it may be difficult to see, it's made all the difference. For that, I'm truly grateful.

You're the man I could never be. It's something I both admire and resent. I often find myself wondering if I will ever leave your noble and revered shadow. I've only ever wanted to be known as myself-- the bastard wolfboy regardless of the way it aleniates me from our family and I've only ever wanted you to respect that about me. I understand you may resent that part of me because of what happened to Henrik. Hell, I resent my wolf heritage for that reason and I will forever be guilt-ridden because of what happened to our baby brother. I will forever despise myself for not preventing his death but that doesn't change the fact I need your approval.

Part of the reason your feelings for Hayley angered me so was because I found your acceptance towards what she is and what she wanted to do for her pack hypocritical when I so often feel as if you despise the very same thing about me. As I said, I don't blame you for that resentment. I merely wish you could exhibit some of that same understanding towards me. Starting with this--

          --I'm leaving New Orleans for a time. My werewolf heritage has gone neglected for a thousand years and with the sudden reemergence of my true father's pack and perhaps the making of my own with Hayley and my daughter, I finally feel as if I have the means to justify my desire to explore this part of myself-- a difference I couldn't control and was indirectly beaten and tormented for.

Learning about this... it's something I've always wanted. However, this hardly means I'm denouncing our familial ties and allegiance as you once wrongly accused. You and Rebekah have and always will be my family. Though it may not seem like it at times, that is a fact I have never forgotten. But this is simply something I need to do because the truth of the matter is, brother, I'm not a Mikaelson. Not in the way you and our sister are. But I promise you I will return to you and New Orleans, to my family; all I ask is that you respect my decision.

All of my love,

Alltaf og að eilífu,

Your Nik

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[ letters to you | rebekah ]

Dearest Rebekah,

For a man who could talk himself out of hell, I've certainly found myself at a loss for words. But there are things I need to say that I couldn't bring myself to the last I saw you on that godforsaken backroad.

You'll have to forgive me for keeping my thoughts to myself but keeping to a strict business regimen the night I handed my daughter to you was for the best. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my thousand years and somehow I know you understand that, sister. Just as I understand and know you will give her everything I cannot at the current; everything I failed to provide her.

It pains me, Rebekah. All I ever wanted was to give her a world where she never had to fear the way I did and though I was never deluded enough to believe it'd be peaceful, never did I think I would have been bested the way I was. Giving Hope to you was the right thing to do for her but that doesn't keep me from wishing the situation were different. There are no words that could adequately describe how I miss her which is strange considering I had her for less than forty-eight hours. I reckon that's what fatherhood does to one.

Still, Hope is hardly the only one I miss. Your presence has been sorely missed, little sister. It was another necessary evil as we both needed the space to process what had happened betwixt us but your departure was what jumpstarted my desire to stake my permanent claim on New Orleans with both the Crescent wolves and, eventually, the remnants of my true father's pack. I do not blame you for my downfall. My arrogance and the shade it pulls over my eyes is mine and mine alone. I realize that now. But as the bastard son who knew only a handful of things to be true his entire life, it's very possible I was always aware of yet simply dismissed it as another lie. Regardless, I'm now paying the price as you care for and raise my daughter in mine and Hayley's stead. 

I do find it sickly ironic that your happiness comes as a result of my failure to provide for my child but do not doubt for a second that I do not wish you happiness. I do. I wish you the very best. If I could only apologize for all I've done to you, I would but I don't think even another millennia spent in repentance would be enough. It may be difficult for you but I do ask you to remember, I soley thought my misguided intentions were the only option I had to keep you safe from Mikael and his never-ending vendetta against myself and the abhorrent sin and weakness I represented to him. I can live with myself knowing that you despised me for my actions but I would never have been able to live with myself had you been caught in the crossfire of my war with Mikael. And, before you say anything, I know you swore 'Always and forever' but Mikael's problems were with me and me alone.

From time to time, I've caught myself wondering what life would have been like for you and Elijah had I simply given in and let Mikael rid the world of me. And just as often, I've found myself wishing I wasn't so selfish in my endeavor to stay alive to spite our father if only it would have resulted in your happiness. I once told Marcellus I was your constant but never have I told a larger lie. You were right when you told me it was always you, Rebekah. You were and will always remain my constant, not the other way around, which is why I could never let myself be selfless in regards to you, little sister.

I think now of the future-- of cleansing New Orleans of my enemies and vanquishing any unforeseen threats housed here, of Hope's return. But I also think of your return as well. That is if finding it in your heart to forgive even a fraction of my wrongdoings where you are concerned so you'd like to return to us. After all, sister, New Orleans is our family home and I'd very much like you to be a part of it.

Give Hope my love.

Alltaf og að eilífu,

Nik

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I will always protect you // + Etxsemperxetxinxsaecula

There was nothing harder in the world than being with out his sister. She had always been the one sibling he loved the most and now she was gone, that was something he just couldn't let himself believe. He picked up the phone and dialed her number, keeping in mind not to admit how much he missed her. "Bekah?" He asked as the phone was picked up.