Standing at 1725 St. Roch Avenue in the outskirts of the week's latest thunderstorm was the closest thing Darian had gotten to a vacation since the letter had arrived. Not that he didn't find the work exhilarating, if almost certainly fatal, but he couldn't quite recall the last time he had been able to catch his breath. Even now, visiting the mausoleum of his predecessor, he could feel the tug of magic that permeated the city.
Watching.
Waiting.
For a change to go awry.
Quite frankly, he believed there should be a permanent outpost built here. But then again, it wasn't as though there would be anyone to man it.
With a sigh, he adjusted his collar and laid his dime down on the steps. He wasn't sure if what they did counted. But he also wasn't sure it didn't. Best not to take the risk. If anyone would be able to view the mortal realm from the afterlife...
It would be a fellow Librarian.
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Genevieve is bringing flowers to her father's grave when she spots Darian, and she pauses before stepping next to him and placing the flowers she's holding down by her father's nameplate. She pays Darian no mind for a moment, just placing a hand on the plate and murmuring that she misses him before stepping away.
"Did you know my dad?" She asks, pushing a lock of her dyed hair behind her ear
Do you think you could do a thing where the reader is Elijah’s daughter not by blood though. He adopted her in the 1800s and turned her. Nobody understands him as well as she does since it’s almost like SHES apart of him. Around 14 or 15ish. She gets kidnapped and Elijah well being an original immediately tracks her down with klaus and Kol. Fluffy slight angst?
Sweet Girl
Daughter vampire Mikaelson reader x Elijah Mikaelson
Warnings: Blood, death, torture
A/n: I hope you like this. I'm getting more into the writing groove again, but I may just be jinxing myself there...
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"Let me go!" You yell, veins appearing under your eyes as you glare at the witch. "Hush now, darling Y/n" Genevieve comes closer and cups a side of your face. You attempt to bite at her hand, but she casts a spell to pop the blood vessels in your head before you can even graze her.
"GAHH! Stop!" You scream, head thrown back in agony. Your arms are tied to the arm rests of the chair, your calves to the legs of the chair, and your torso to the back of the chair. The ropes are soaked in vervain, making every move you take creating your skin to sizzle and split apart. The pain is excruciating and there's nothing you can do about it.
Meanwhile Your father and uncles are on their way. And lets just say they're less than happy. "Where is she again?" Kol asks while twirling a dark magic imbued dagger. They come up on the abandoned hospital from the twenties where their enhanced hearing pick up on your screams. "Ah, never mind" Kol looks away from Elijah's withering glare, along with Klaus' who's standing beside him.
The three of them vamp speed across the property and into the old medical building. It takes only moments for Elijah to find you in a half crumbling room, tarnished bricks strewn about.
You're bound to an old procedure chair, blood staining your skin, and clothing torn. You had passed out from the pain just seconds prior, unable to take it anymore. Genevieve is no where in sight so Elijah goes right over to you and effortlessly rips the bounds from you.
You groan in your sleep from the releasing feeling from the vervain soaked ropes. Elijah's hands only sizzle for a moment, him too enraged to register the pain. "Come on darling. You're safe." He whispers even with knowing that you're unable to hear him as he takes you into his arms as gentle but as least time consuming as he can.
It's not that easy though. The second he turns with you in his arms, Genevieve is stood in the doorway, her hand holding onto a voodoo doll and the other holding a needle. Your father immediately picks apart what she's about to do. "Stop! This feud is between you, my siblings and I. Leave her out of-" And before he can finish, the red head smirks and pushes the needle into the middle part of the doll.
Your body convulses and writhes, fresh blood slowly but surely seeping into your shirt, staining it furthermore. "You'll have to do much better than that to stop me. But seeing as your arms are full with that" she sneers down at me "I have no problem of eliminating-" right as she lifts her hand to bring the needle down to the heart of the doll, her body stills.
A hand is buried deep from her back into her chest, where her heart now lays in the hand of a fury filled hybrid. "You were saying what about my niece?" The next moment, Klaus rips his hand out with her heart clutched in it.
She gasps for one last breath before her body goes limp, falling to the floor unceremoniously, lifeless. Her blood slowly stains her back and creates a pooling of blood running down from her side to the cold and filthy floor. The hybrid squeezes the organ, blood and fluids landing next to her before he drops it, making a soft thudding sound.
Elijah takes in long, unneeded breathes, holding you closer to his chest. Your body is calm again and the wound caused moments prior by Genevieve, now slowly healing and no more blood flowing out of it. "Thank you, brother." He finally says to the other man.
Klaus strides over next to him and places a hand on his suit clad shoulder. "There's no thanks needed. She's one of us." He tells him, a rare flicker of sentiment in his tone and eyes. Elijah gives another nod, a softer one before looking down at you. Pain is still lingering on your face, but there's nothing they can do until they get back to the abattoir.
A moment later, Kol enters the room. He immediately clocks the red head witch on the ground along with her dismembered heart. His eyes then snap to your body held in Elijah's arms. "Is she?" He thinks of the worst case scenario. "No, she's alive. Just unconscious." The man answers, Klaus nodding along in answer.
The youngest brother nods to himself, relief washing over his face. Until his gaze lands back on the lifeless witch. "Can I still stab her for hurting our Y/n?" Kol asks, though it's clear he's going to do it either way. His voice is rough, looking up to his brothers.
"Do as you please, Kol. But don't draw any attention." Elijah gives him a pointed look. This surprises both Kol and Klaus, since their elder brother is usually the one talking them out of doing careless things like that. "You heard me." He says before walking to the doorway and stepping out into the hallway.
The two younger men look at each other with raised eyebrows before Kol shrugs and a sadistic smirk takes over his face as he looks back to the witch.
"Don't be too late." Klaus gives a small smirk back before following Elijah into the hall. "Let's bring her home." Elijah murmurs, but all perfectly clear for their vamp hearing.
He cradles your form all the way back to the abattoir, where he gently lays you down in your bed. He shoos Klaus away, saying he's got this handled before grabbing a water basin and some cloths.
Your father soothingly wipes away all the blood and grime to his best abilities, not wanting to invade any privacy by stripping you fully. The water is a murky brown-red when he's finished and dumps it into the bathroom sink to drain away.
For the rest of the evening, he sits in a chair across from your unconscious form, watching over you in case anything goes awry. He can hear Kol coming back, his tone invigorated as he tells Klaus exactly what he did and promised he didn't leave too much evidence of what went down. He'll address that, but not now. Not until he knows for a hundred percent that his daughter is alright.
It's a long wait, but hours later, your body stiffens and moves. Elijah's eyes snap over to you and he rushes to your side. Before he can even sit on the edge of the bed, your eyes pop open and you jump up into a sitting position.
Your breathing is heavy and labored as your eyes dart around the room in fear. That is until you feel a hand on your shoulder and look to the owner's face. "Dad?" Your voice is raspy and there's still a fear in you that you're just hallucinating this. And you're really still strapped into the medical chair.
"Yeah, it's me. You're safe now, Darling. Genevieve is gone, she won't be hurting you anymore." He says, his voice thick with emotion. You swallow, your lips trembling at his answer and the way he gently squeezes your shoulder, letting you know that he's there and this is real.
He pulls you gently into his arms, holding you against his chest, his own eyes tearing up as your body convulses and quiet sobs leaving your body. "Let it out. I'm here, Sweetheart." He murmurs, placing his chin gently on the top of your head, grounding you.
As the sobs wrack your body, tears trail down your face, getting soaked up by your father's dress shirt. He pays no mind to it, all that mattering to him is to calm and comfort you.
He runs his large hand up and down, then in slow circles around your small upper back frame, while his other arm is wrapped tightly around your lower back. "I've got you." He says in his soothing and calming voice.
You guys are sat there like this for a good chunk of time before your sobs slow down and deplete and your body relaxes against his. The sounds in the room are now just the breathing of you both.
"I thought I was never gonna see you again." You finally say, voice breaking. He pulls back from you, just enough to cradle your face in his hands and look at you. "That's never going to happen. I found you. I will always find you, just like two hundred years ago and just like today. I love you, Y/n, with my entire being." He gently reassures you and places a kiss on your forehead.
"I love you too, Daddy." You say, swallowing any further tears or sobs. "Oh, my sweet girl." Elijah says and pulls you in against his chest again in a tight and loving hug.
