Centuries in the Making: Part 12
Prompt: Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
AN: The long awaited part 12, hopefully it doesn’t disappoint!
If you were forced to describe your situation, you’d use the word seclusion. You’d been held up in the farm house for the past three month, with only your books, Elijah, and occasionally Hope for company. In a lot of ways it had been an amazing time. It had given the two of you time to get to know one another, discover each other’s quirks.
Your time together had given way to tiny little touches in passing, and a quick peck on the lips when he’d leave to get hope. It was easy to imagine that things were at peace. But as the saying goes, “All good things, must come to an end.” The day your’s came to an end was the day Elijah’s family stormed the farm house. The two of you had been lying in bed, reading when Rebekah had shown up at the door.
You had to resit the urge to cover your belly with your hand, and instead stayed nestled in Elijah’s side. “Hello brother.”
Elijah’s eyebrow rose slightly, “I’m in no mood to play games Rebekah, what do you want?”
In an instant she’s across the room, the door closed behind her, “I came to warn you, that your little secret has been let loose. Mother knows. Father knows. The witches know. We all know. And we need to take your little soulmate, and get the hell out of dodge.”
You stiffen at her words, “How the hell does everyone know?”
She scowls, “The ancestors were rather chatty. And apparently your future offspring is going to be rather powerful and everyone wants a claim. I’m thinking France. The countryside?” Before you can say anything she’s zooming around the room, while you and Elijah simply watch.
When she notices neither of you moving she says, “Well, what are you waiting for? Chop! Chop!”
You can feel that Elijah is barely keeping his amusement concealed as he says, “Would you mind giving us a moment?”
“One and not a second more! I’ll grab the pictures.”
Your eyes slide to your soulmate, “Your entire family is crazy.”
“We passed crazy centuries ago. That being said her idea does have merit. The French countryside is lovely. I have a home there.”
You sit up, untangling yourself from your soulmate, “Wouldn’t that make us an easy target, if everyone knows you have a home there?”
He shrugs, “Not particularly. The witches and their magic are bound to New Orleans, which means my mother and older brother are forced to stay here. Niklaus won’t leave, because of some silly notion of home and a claim. My father may come after us, but he can be dealt with. Rebekah would come with us, but Kol will stay because of Davina. So, essentially we are in the clear.”
“Only until word leaks out about an Original with a soulmate, brother mine.”
You close your eyes at the sound of a new voice, and stare at the unknown man in front of you. A second later you’re behind Elijah, as he stares him down. The man smiles before saying, “Mother would like a word.”
“Mother can rot in hell, and get out of my home, along with you Finn.”
Rebekah appears a moment later, “Too late, the whole family is here. I told you to hurry.”
Elijah frowns, “Now is not the time for ‘I told you so.’ little sister. Everyone out of our room, we’ll be out in a few moments.”
Once the door closes behind his siblings Elijah says, “Three months, we had three months of peace.”
You smile, “Your family is a pain Elijah.”
He nods, “Agreed, and now we must face the pain head on. Time to get dressed.”
You take your time slipping out of your comfy clothes and into a dress that flows. You’d only started showing a little, and the dress hides your barely there bump. Before you leave the room, Elijah kisses you long and slow, his hand cradling your belly gently, before taking your hand and leading you down the stairs.
You stay behind him, eyeing his family warily. His mother smiles at the sight of the two of you, and takes several steps forward before Rebekah steps in her way, “Three feet away from my new sister, and niece or nephew mother.”
Ester scowls, “The child is of my line.”
Michael growls, “That is where you are wrong woman, the child is of my line. You can have the half breed’s child.” And just like that any chance of a discussion is gone, and in its place is yelling.
Taking a seat on the stairs you say, “France is sounding better and better.”
And just like that the arguing stops, and Ester steps forward, “France? The child needs a coven. It needs New Orleans. This is where it was conceived, and where it will do the most good.”
Kol rolls his eyes, “Says the woman who created vampires.”
“Never mind that, think of survival. The minute people know you are no longer immortal they will be after you Elijah, to end your sire line. Here we can protect you.”
Elijah rolls his eyes, “Protect me? You can’t even have a discussion without descending into yelling, and yet you ask me to put my soul mate and unborn child in your protection?”
As a new wave of yelling starts up, you slip out the door, and onto the porch. You take a seat on the swing there, and enjoy the warmth of the sun. When the door creaks open, you stiffen when he walks out. “Come to try and kill me again?”
“No, Freya has asked for my help in protecting you, and my niece or nephew, I’ve agreed.”
You nod, at Finn “And your new look?”
He shrugs, “My original body. Freya brought me back to it, and surprisingly I don’t hate it like I once did.”
You lean back a bit, “Oh.”
He shrugs, “Your bond with Elijah is authentic, he’s slowly becoming human again. He has a child on the way. Everything I ever wanted. It gives me hope that I may one day have it. So, I will protect you, and my brother. And my niece or nephew, because they will be a witch.”
You nod once before standing, “Excuse me, if I don’t automatically make friends with you. I have trust issues with those who once tried to kill me.”
Without another word you leave the porch behind for the garden. It’s the same maze of flowers that you and Elijah had your first date in. You smile at the memory, before someone asks, “Lost in a memory?”
You turn to look at Elijah, “Our first date.”
He smiles, before walking over to you and taking your hand. The two of you walk in silence for several minutes before you ask, “Have our fates been decided?”
He scowls, “They’re still arguing, Rebekah is still packing, and I’m trying to figure out a way to fake our deaths so they don’t come after us.”
You smile, before you kiss him. The two of you continue walking before you admit, “They have a point. You’re not indestructible anymore, and no offense but your family has more than a few enemies. Their help may not be a bad thing.”
Elijah shrugs, “No but it may very well drive us insane.”
You pause, “Your aunt said something that night, that this baby is the first of several.”
Elijah smiles, “And?”
“I want that. I want a big family with you. I had four brothers and I loved it. And while your family is insane, I know you love your siblings, and wouldn’t trade them for the world. But to get that future we may need some help.”
He pauses for a minute, “I haven’t been this vulnerable in over a century. My family has
not been together like thing in over a century. Trouble is on the horizon, and I suspect the only way we get through this is together.”
You squeeze his hand, “You and me until the end of the line.”
