"It's nice to finally meet you in person."
Davina stared in horrified interest at the well dressed man who was now walking before her instead of lying in a coffin with a dagger in his heart.
"My name is Elijah." Instinctively she threw him up to the ceiling. Elijah laughed as she threw him around the room. "Now, now it's simply bad manners to throw people around when all they want to do is talk." he said.
"I don't care about manners and I don't want to talk," Davina said as she subjected him to the whims of her temper. Elijah stayed silent until she grew tired of throwing a temper tantrum and dropped him to the floor . "I really don't care why your not a stiff in your coffin anymore or what you have to say."
"I'm hurt," Elijah said, mockingly as he stood up. " You used to care. You cared a lot. So much that you stuck the dagger in me time and time again and stalked me in my dreams. From a performance of La Boheme in Paris to a fashion show in New York. None of which has anything to do with figuring out how to kill an original" Davina turned from him and smirked at the memory.
"That was a mistake," she said as she glanced out the window, softly smiling at the memories of the snow falling on Paris.
"I don't think it was. Do you want to know what I think," Elijah asked as he approached her.
"Not really,"Davina retorted.
"I think that you are a vibrant young lady," Elijah began, ignoring her previous retort. As the eldest brother of his rather numerous siblings, Elijah knew that when a teenage said 'Not really' they actually meant the opposite. "Who feels caged. You want to be free, to travel the world. Instead you are stuck in this attic , watching as the world changes without you. You don't even have a T.V."
"You can save the speech. I heard it all from your brother Klaus already. " Davina replied bitterly , as she remembered finding Tim's dying body on the floor of the church.
"Klaus?" Elijah asked, confused and a little annoyed at his younger brother. Apparently Rebekah, his lovely little sister forgot to mention his message to Klaus. Once again he would have to undo the damage wrought by his little brother's temper.
Davina turned from the window slowly letting anger and hurt consume her.
"He tried to get me pledge my allegiance to him tonight and said all the same things you did to get me to hate Marcel. He said that I was a prisoner and that Marcel was using me and didn't give a damn about me. And when that didn't work he threatened someone that I loved." Tears streamed down Davina's face as she stared at the oldest Original. Her voice trembled and she felt like blowing up the enter church, her prison for the past couple of months, to pieces with both of them inside it.
Part of Elijah wanted to comfort the girl like the way he used to comfort his little sister when they used to human. However, he kept his distance, anxious to convey the fact that he meant her no harm, at this point in time.
"I am truly sorry for my brother's actions Davina. My brother has a tendency to lack judgment when it comes to matters concerning family. He's infantile, rash"
"You forgot 'homicidal ass'."
Elijah chuckled at that little interruption.
"Yes that too. But I'm not like that. You examined my memories. You know that,Davina"
"Just go," Davina said. "I've had enough of vampires and people trying to tell me how I feel and what I should do. I just want to be left alone. Please."
Elijah nodded and let his hand drop from his pocket. "Very well," he said. " I'll send someone for the coffin." The door slammed shut as he left. A few minutes later as he leaned against the attic door, he heard a young girl sobbing and smiled to himself.