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Magnus had always had a general rule about letting people make their own mistakes. He was however fully aware that sometimes he still let himself care more than he ought to. But for well over a hundred years now he hadn’t let himself get overly involved involved with anyone beyond the warlocks underneath his watch as High Warlock. With very few exceptions, and both of them vampires. Raphael. And Elijah.

Elijah came and went, no matter how many times Magnus tried to warn him, or the times he offered more than just a few trysts over the centuries. And over and over Magnus had ended up hearing tales, or heard from Elijah or Rebekah themselves, of the tragedies and violences that befell them. No matter how many betrayals, no matter the loss, Elijah always went back to his siblings.

The last he’d seen of Elijah had been after they’d found a cure for that nasty bite he had been suffering. And Magnus hadn’t been surprised in the least to see him go. He was, however, quite surprised to see him return. Through the doors of the Hunter’s Moon, somehow looking perfectly at home in the bar. Magnus watched him curiously before he finally caught the vampire’s eyes. He quietly ordered what he knew the original would be drinking and it was set down almost as the vampire joined him at the bar.

”Not that I’m complaining but I was expecting a few years to pass before you came back to my city. Did you leave your favorite suit?” he teased, pushing the glass towards Elijah. “Or did you just miss me that much?”

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“Not before they were on the ground writhing in pain.” Bonnie quipped with a little raise of her brows, then she scoffed, “I haven’t begged for anything from a vampire and that’s not about to start today.” It might have been an unintentional gauntlet to throw down, but she wasn’t about to back out of it. Not to mention she was just a bit on edge due to just getting used to people being around her again. Touching her. Breathing her air. After being alone for so long, she was both touch starved and touch repulsed. It was one of those things that would take time. “Plus, you wouldn’t be near me if you didn’t want something. So. Spit it out.”

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Gia had hated it at first. Being sent away when Elijah- when all the vampires she’d been sired with, Marcel, Josh- were in danger. When what she wanted was to stay and fight. But Elijah had been so worried and so insistent.

It had been for the best in the end.

Being away from New Orleans was good for them. There had been some good time in between family emergencies that called Elijah back to New Orleans. Time spent in Paris, just... being people. Being a man and a woman and in love. No almost dying, no crazy aunts, no family.

But then the call had come. And Gia had stayed. And something horrible had happened, she still didn’t know the details or exactly what it had been. But Elijah had called to say he was coming back to Paris. For good this time. And he’d sounded... not himself.

“Elijah!” Despite her worry, she couldn’t control the excitement in her voice as he finally came into view. She ran the rest of the way to him, ignoring other people moving around the airport. “You’re back!” She threw her arms around his neck and held tight.

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"End it, Elijah! Or I’ll take that gun and kill you just to finally be free of you!”

It had never been laid so plainly between them. She had never let herself be this vulnerable. Not since before he left them, abandoned all that they had made and built and created together, for the promise of always and forever. Out of fear that his own father.

She’d caged her heart, built walls too high for any to breach. She’d become an unstoppable force, something to be feared and never questioned. She had led the Strix, with Tristan at their head, and she had kept them going. Maybe they were no longer what she and Elijah had dreamed they would be…

… but they still were.

And until they’d come here, until she’d had to see him time and again, she had been content with that. But now. There was nothing left to hold back now. The Strix coven was decimated, Tristan was gone, and Elijah stood before her branding her a traitor when he was the worst of them all.

And all while the mark on her chest burned like a brand.

No matter how this ended she would never be safe. She would die, one way or another, and as it was she would rather it be her sire and her lover, and the man who had rejected all over her love and devotion.

She had hurt him, coming after his family, but did he not owe her the decency of this end? Could he not, even in her death, avoid completely abandoning her?

"Do it,“ she begged, and cursed the bitter tears in her eyes and the pain in her voice.

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“Elijah.” Bonnie answered the door, her arms crossed. Mentally, she was patting herself on the back for prioritizing re-signing the deed to her Grams’s old house since she died before. Now vampires couldn’t just saunter in as they pleased. (An endless source of frustration for Damon since she only kept him out to frustrate him.) She tilted her chin up, “What do you want?”

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It had taken him so long to find Elijah again. Marcel and Klaus where the only ones who knew where he was, for emergency reasons, if need be, and obviously refused to tell him. They claimed ‘it was for his own good’. They claimed if he saw Marcus it might weaken the compulsion on him to forget his siblings, and everyone else, so that his memories came back; and good noble Elijah could never stay away from his siblings too long. Marcus knew that. They all knew it. But Marcus didn’t care.

For once this had nothing to do with the Mikealsons! This only had to do with Marcus and Elijah, the man he loved and who they took away from him! No one even told him what they had done until it was too late! So he had to find him.

Without their help it could be done, but it would take time (as mentioned). Elijah wasn’t necessarily hiding, but he was still one man in the whole world. And it took all his resources, all his favor calling, and all his skills before he finally found him.

In France no less. Why didn’t he think of that first? It was so obvious.

He walked into the bar, like someone nervous for a first date. Then he saw him. It was Elijah. And he felt his heart metaphorically stop and start in his chest.

Would Elijah recognize him? How deep had Marcel’s compulsion gone for him to forget everything? What was he supposed to say to him when he saw him?

Finally he brought up the courage to approach the piano and it’s player, and offered him a smile. “You uh....play real good.” And he wanted to kick himself. Really? Really?? That was what he was going with! All these months. All this searching. And the best thing he could come up with was ‘you play real good’. He should just leave right now and forget this whole stupid idea all together!

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