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Camille had not meant to take this moment from Elijah, but she was terrified and everyone had been more focus on protection than on what terror ran through her mind. She was supposed to handle this as an adult yet she ran and had a poison in her hand. Little did she know that that poison wasnât going to end the child, it would end the both of them. But seeing how fearful Elijah was, how could Cami not be scared? If the original vampire could fear something, even with his happiness ever present, Cami knew that this would never end well.
She didnât want to bring a child into the world only to lose it. She didnât want them to know terror and fear as she had known the last few years. She had lost so much, what if she lost the child? At least by doing it this way, she might be able to handle it better. But all the visions, seeing the child, it was as if she couldnât kill her. Her little girl⊠to murder someone so innocent.
It was the fear that scared her, and the desire to keep her. But she didnât know what Elijah wanted, and she couldnât do this on her own. Raising the child, yes, but protecting her? Even she knew that as a human she could only do so much.
For a moment she had been numbed to all the sensations around her but when she felt Elijahâs hand she jumped out of surprise. She looked down at his hand, havenât felt his touch in months. It struck against her heart, causing tears to fall from her eyes unexpectedly as she moved one hand up to brush over her cheeks. âI canât do it, I canât do this to our child. Even if  sheâll always be in danger.â She finally turned to look at him, every inch physically broken from what had happened over the last week. âI saw her Elijah. She looks like you,â Cami said, a half laugh on her lips wit the tears falling on her face.
âShe was playing the violin when she was three, singing with such a beautiful voice. And I was holding her as she slept, so peaceful. And you, you were so happy, holding the little girl as she laughed in your arms. I canât do it, I canât take away her chance.â She spoke, her voice choking and cracked as she moved her hand and placed the poison in his hand, letting him take it.
âI never meant to run, Iâm just⊠Iâm scared.â
Camille held so much in her hands right now. That vial was a symbol of the two of them teetering on the edge. A swift movement & she would knock them one way or another -- yet perhaps the most terrifying part was that he wasn't sure which way would send him plummeting to his doom. Both choices were equally as vague & unknown as the other, & for someone like Elijah, always ten steps ahead, it frightened him in a way he hadn't felt in centuries. So much had become numb to him but here in this car he remembered what true fear felt like. The way his stomach clenched & his heart slammed against his rib-cage so loudly he could barely think.
Because despite not knowing how this would end up, which way would save them the heartache, this selfish part of Elijah wanted this child. A child that would know chaos & destruction & fear, but one that would also know unconditional love, protection & the promise of 'always & forever'. He couldn't promise that she would always be safe but he could promise that anyone who even attempted to bring her or Camille harm would know what true fear was before they died screaming. To Elijah family was everything & this child would be a chance to have the Mikaelson name mean something other than bloodshed & death. She would be light in their darkened lives.
But he couldn't ask Camille to make this sacrifice if she didn't want to. This child was hers as well. Though perhaps she already knew that. This child was theirs. Their daughter. He knew she understood when she looked up into his eyes, tears falling fast down her cheeks as his own welled up. He had seen what the witches showed her, the life they could have, & Elijah's heart had swelled. It was nearly enough to mask the terror that clenched him at the idea of ruining her, being to her what Mikael had been to them. His own father had been no father, so he was he to raise a child?
The selfish side of him held out again though, & took the vial from her as her voice cracked & she choked out an apology.
He was careful as he set the poison down & took her as best he could in his grasp. â I know, â he promised, fingers brushing softly at her hair. â And no matter how frightening this will get I swear to you, Camille, that you & she will have your chance...I will always protect my family first & none will fight harder for our child.
If she even has an ounce of your spirit I know there'll be nothing to fear. She'll be brave & hopeful & kind, & to ask for anything more would be selfish of me... â
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Well she canât argue with that, there was a certain peace within in their dream that was so easy for the four of them to get lost in. Time moved slow, and yet, âIt was incomplete there, Elijah. You know that as well as I doâ The New Orleans that theyâve returned to maybe hell, but at least they were together finally. Â Rebekah steps forward, itâs not difficult to see that something is bothering Elijah and itâs even more obvious just what that something will be.
Standing next to Elijah, arms rested on the balconyâs ledge and blue eyes dully taking in the city below, much like it had the last time ⊠New Orleans still thrived despite their familyâs absence. âWhat are we going to do about Marcellus?â Rebekah finally finds the courage to ask, her voice hides the concern, the heartbreak, attempting to sound as numb to it all as any of her brothers would have. They both know whatâs to be done, but that doesnât make her any less excited to consider her former love an enemy once again.
She's right. He won't deny that. It had been like any dream, missing pieces that you didn't notice when you looked right at the gaps, yet when you finally saw them, they haunted you. For all the simplicity in the world, the dreamscape still hadn't been home; each of them had felt the lack of their brother's presence...Hayley, Hope. No, they weren't a full family there & no matter how twisted this city had become in their absence they faced it together as they did so much before. Wasn't that what he had wanted all along? Always & forever.
But at what cost?
A quiet sigh pulls from his lips as she asks the question that had been sitting between them like a large boulder. She wants an answer that he's not sure he can give her. Despite the decisions made up until this point, Elijah still did care for Marcellus...for the boy he once was. â He won't let us continue on without some threat looming over our heads, his rules & restrictions, yet Niklaus won't let him survive knowing he took so much of Hope's life from him...I'm afraid for once I don't know where we'll end up, sister. I wish I could tell you. â
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when he responded with a joke, hayleyâs brows arched. she breathed a small laugh as she leaned back against the chair. professor mikaelson was an excellent educator, but sheâd never known him to be funny. it was almost refreshing to know that there was more than just a scholar there. âlucky for you, your new favorite student happens to be a part-time bar tender. scratch my back and iâll scratch yours?â he was going to scratch her back regardless, but she felt bad not at least offering since she wasted so much of his probably limited free time.
his final offer brought a small smile to hayleyâs features. finally, something sheâd be able to work with. âletâs make it a week and we can call it a deal?â she asked, shoulders shrugging as she tested the waters before holding her hands up innocently and standing from her spot. âtwo days. all new paper. itâll blow your mind, i promise.â he was right, she had absolutely no problem with a challenge, the fact that she still stood there being proof of that. hayley grabbed her bag, preparing to leave him at last, before she hesitated. âi meant what i said about the drink you know. justâŠas a thank you for not being a jackass about all of this.â that was a lie. teachers had given her extensions and chances before, but sheâd never dared to invite them to hang out outside of campus. but him? well, she really did sort of like him, and he did ask for a drinkâŠ
âif youâre interested, hereâs the address. itâs actually a pretty nice bar, no college kids or wild parties, donât worry.â she wrote the address on a random piece of paper before handing it to him. âthanks again. i know i must seem like a brat, but i really do appreciate it.â
Elijah Mikaelson could be a hard-ass when it came to teaching, he knew that. No one would be nominating him for a popularity award any time soon; of course, that was due to many of his students who believed in the principles of breezing by. Those were the ones that even thinking about allowing them a re-do on an assignment was an insult. In fact those were the ones he silently enjoyed calling on in class as their eyes glazed over or they texted so-and-so. But not Hayley. Despite the way lips quirked at the sound of her laugh, he knew his fondness for Hayley Marshall was simply because she worked hard. & the only reason he offered her the bonus assignment was because he knew she'd do it -- not only that, she'd blow it out of the water. She wasn't here to waste his time & beg for some sympathy grade. She was willing to do the work & he had to respect that.
Plus she'd managed to talk him into it in ten minutes. A record for the stoic professor, he must have been going soft. Silently he reminded himself to schedule a pop quiz.
He began packing up his own things as she stood from her seat, only looking up when she spoke again. His eyebrows were raised in something akin to surprise; surely she hadn't been serious when she offered her place of employment for a drink. A terrible mental image passed through his head of rowdy boys playing beer pong in the corner, girls taking tequila shots on fake IDs, & a floor sticky with something he didn't want to know. Still, out of respect Elijah took the edge of the paper she offered him: an address scrawled in black ink.
Thinking on it now he should have gone back to his apartment. There was plenty of liquor there & no precarious social situations to navigate, such as a student serving liquor to their professor. Still, he was already here, & even if he wanted to leave -- which he'd considered for a solid five minutes upon arrival -- she'd already spotted him from the other end of the bar. It seemed for at least one drink he was stuck, not wanting to appear rude.
She hadn't lied, the place was nicer than some college dive bar where the shots were watered down & the crowds were somehow more drunk. Classic rock played lightly from a sound system & the place was peppered with faces, much like his, who simply needed a hard drink after a long day with no real judgement. A not-so-lonely place for lonely hearts to drink. "I sincerely hope your offer wasn't hollow, otherwise I fear this may be awkward," he greeted with a slight upturn at his lips as she walked over. â Though if that is the case I'll take a whiskey neat & be out of your way. â
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Body reacted to his every touch, feeling as if it was no longer her own. He was able to coax sounds from her that she couldnât fake if she tried, but God, did she wish it were possible. Hayley knew things were beginning to grow hazy, in more ways than one, and while it felt amazing to let go and lose control, even if for a moment, it scared the brunette to allow someone grow so intimately aware of the fact. It was nothing to give away her body to whomever was willing to pay the price. It was new for her to offer her body to a man that was growing too close for comfort. Not that she was thinking about any of that when his fingers hooked along either side of her hip, guiding her underwear over the curve of her hips and down her legs. She lifted her lower body just enough to slide the material over and off her body. How did he make even a simple task, enticing enough to leave her shuddering under the barrage of light kisses upon her skin. A trail of light goosebumps were left in the wake of each one, Hayley didnât attempt keeping those gentle whimpers contained, body rolling and arching with just the teasing of his touch. With the teasing of his lips, however, was where her muscles had a mind all their own. Taking a sharp inhale when his tongue darted out to taste her, she bit into her lip the second his lips moved towards her thigh. Foot lifted to the top of his shoulder, toes curled when he dipped back between her legs to deliver wave after wave of pleasure through her body. His words were left unanswered, though the admiration behind them reverberated through her. She actually felt herself believing him, that he somehow saw something beautiful in her. It caused her excitement to somehow grow, head tilting back against the hard surface of the piano when her muscles twitched and tensed, moans escaping her lungs which he managed to pull from her much like he had beautifully drawn the notes out of the piano beneath her just moments before.
Elijah was no stranger to good sex. Perhaps it sounded conceded but it was the truth. His countless runway girlfriends hadn't left him because of the sex -- they'd left because of his commitment issues & his inability to put them in front of his billion dollar company. Reasons that were no less valid, of course, but didn't have to do with their intimacy. Still this with Hayley was something else entirely. Almost akin to something that could truly frighten him if he thought too long on it. It wasn't simply two people lustfully pawing at one another, something more primal & basic. He reveled in the sounds she made, spurring him on, & she answered each of his touches with a movement of her own. A dance that kept them in sync.
Despite his own growing arousal, Hayley was his focus. He enjoyed the way he could play her as delicately as the piano she now laid atop of. An artist in the action as he found what made her gasp & writhe. She hardly seemed like the type to allow someone to see her like this & that made Elijah all the more desperate to. He wanted to watch the walls she'd built so high collapse as her body gave in, even if only for a second. He was certain she'd be gorgeous & delicate, somehow strong as steel & breakable as glass all at once.
His tongue sped up its ministrations as her muscles twitched & jumped. His thumb found her clit, rubbing circles against the small bundle, while the other hand kept her leg draped over his shoulder where she'd placed it, her skin soft & warm. The mere skin-to-skin contact somehow made his heart beat faster & Elijah knew the line they walked now grew dangerously thin. Tonight had been personal, more personal than this whole ridiculous scheme had been before, & he knew now they only sunk farther. Still he lavished her with attention if just for a night more.
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Diana wanted to see Kol but after Freya had warned her what the EFFECTS of the little curse may have had on the Original vampire, she had agreed to come to Elijah instead. She looked up into his eyes as he spoke, remembering how he was priorâ how he was DISTRUSTFUL of her and how he didnât want her help. Her circleâs crystal skull was integral to helping brew up the antidote that woke him and Kol; and while it took a few months, with Freyaâs help, they were able to WAKE them. ââ are you sure?â Diana managed to choke out tentatively, eyes narrowing towards him as she took a step forward, watching him pour himself a drink.
Elijah STILL had the demeanor of which she knew him from; a proper gentlemanâ but she wasnât sure what the effects of being TRAPPED in the dreamscape was; if it was the same as beingDAGGERED. She wanted to say it was nothing; but she wanted to helpâ she wanted to help Kol and his family. Her breath hitched as she looked from his drink back into his eyes. âI could get you ablood bagâ would that help?â
There was a nervous energy around her; everything she said or did seemed to buzz with it as if she was ready to run out the door at any second. Of course, it had been the way with them when he first met her as well. Elijah hadn't exactly been welcoming to Diana, though that was hardly her fault. She had been brought to his family at a time when he was closing ranks, keeping only those he truly trusted, & when it came to Diana, he hadn't. Yet she had meant something to Freya & to Kol, & in the end Elijah trusted his siblings. Needless to say with how prickly he'd been, Diana's nervousness wasn't all that surprising. Now, however, she'd done him quite a great deal of service. With it came his gratitude which wasn't something you wanted to take lightly when it came to Elijah Mikaelson.
' ...a blood bag would help, thank you, ' he agreed, though it sounded begrudgingly. Elijah knew that if he didn't eat something she would more than likely tell Freya. It wasn't something he was interested in dealing with when his head was splitting. Besides, he held out some small hope it could help stave off the endings of whatever the venom had done to them as it sat dormant in their system. ' Kol will be fine, ' he assured her before taking a sip of his drink. He knew she hadn't asked but she hadn't needed to either. Diana cared about him & Elijah knew his brother would fight; it was what he'd done most of his life.
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In the mere days it had taken for power to shift, for Marcel and those select ruthless Strix to rise as the Mikaelsons fellâŠRavenna felt yet again, caught in the middle. Watching another young usurper driven mad with power. At least Tristan had been raised for it, Marcel on the other hand, merely knew how to manipulate, compel and scare others to ensure he kept it. Those Strix now loyal to him, walking around on borrowed time once something happened to Elijah. Perhaps, they were naive enough to believe Marcel -an upgraded Original- held a key to saving them from that wretched linked fate.
Once placed in his slumber, Ravenna had set out to kill the Strix around Marcel and thus ensure he truly believed the Mikaelsons dead. For clearly, linked as they were to Elijah, said vampires walking around would set off alarm bells. Which of course, would place Hayley and Hope in danger. The young âKingâ heartbroken when he believed his Queen had left him again at the demise of her family; that Mikaelson blood would always mean more to Rebekah than him. For awhile, Ravenna had gone against her nature. Watching and waiting as Marcel rebuilt New Orleans in his image. As battle lines were drawn between him, his vampires and the other supernaturals of the Quarter. After about three years however, she went in search of Hayley and Hope; surprised when they welcomed her openly into their home. The then 5 year old taking quite the shine to her. Perhaps sensing right off the bat that she could trust her.
Now though, standing before her sire yet again, that all felt so long ago. She had been half-way across the world looking for a cure for Rebekah when Freya had called to tell her Elijah and Kol would be waking soon. Shaking her head at his words, Ravenna used her speed to come stand before him, hands snaking up his arms as if to assure herself he wouldnât simply disappear. âWere you? You kept me waiting long enough.â
Despite the stretch of five long years between them, it was immediately as if no real time at all had passed. But hadn't that always been their way? Both of them had lives, family, responsibilities; however, they would never deny that their fates were entwined. That invisible string that always led them back around to one another no matter how long it took. Though looking at her now as she stood in front of him, Elijah had come to the conclusion that five years was far too long, even with time passing differently in the dreamscape Freya had created. Looking at her now he could feel every second that he'd missed, just as he always did when she went away.
He didn't make a move as she sped over to him, seeking touch, reality. It would be a lie to say it wasn't a comfort for Elijah too. His mind was still muddled from the sleep & at times he still struggled to believe this was real -- he was back. How often had he had dreams just like this in those five years? But he could never touch anything, anyone. It was as if his brain was incapable of mimicking the touch of someone you cared about; it was too heavy a feeling. To have her hands against his arms now it eased lingering doubt that nipped away at his brain since he'd returned.
' How awful of me...I know better than to keep you waiting, ' he teased in the same light tone she had. His fingers came up to brush a bit of now blonde hair from her face. It looked good on her, though throughout the centuries he had learned that very little didn't look good on Ravenna. ' Can you forgive me? '
His latter words held a weight the first hadn't. Not asking her to forgive him for this pretend tryst yet asking for a much larger forgiveness: for sending her away, for leaving, for expecting her to soldier on her own yet again. Things that perhaps Elijah couldn't forgive himself for.
