As the day turned to night, Alice and Paris were preparing themselves to leave again. They didn't make as much money as they had originally planned, but with the threat of the original hybrid neither were too keen on the idea of going out at night to make any. So they were going to change cities and hope for better luck there. Paris was hoping that she could get Alice to stay behind or even go to a different city just purely due to the fact that she knew they were closing in on her. She wanted Alice to as far away from that fight as possible. After all, Alice was only human in a fight of supernatural creatures. But Alice was a stubborn one and there was nothing on heaven or earth that was going to make her leave her best friend and sisters side.
The two twenty-something women grabbed what little belongings they had and stuffed their backpacks full. They planned to hide out on some cargo ship and see where it landed. It wasn't far to the docks from their motel, but it was just far enough that of course, they couldn't get there without trouble. It was Paris' middle name after all.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. The brave little wolf and her human friend. You two shall make a lovely snack." Klaus said as he cornered the girls just shy of the docks.
"Klaus, we don't want any trouble. We're leaving the city. Just let us go, please." Paris begged through gritted teeth. She didn't beg, but she knew that it was the only plausible way that they were getting out of here.
"Aww, is the little wolf desperate. Is she that alone that she'd beg for the life of her little human companion?" Klaus asked as he pulled Alice to him in the blink of an eye. And before Paris could say or do anything Klaus' fangs were ripping into Alice's neck. She was screaming and crying in pain and fear. She prayed someone would save her. And if not herself, then at least Paris.
"Niklaus that is enough. Let the girl go." A voice demanded. In her hazy half-awake state, Alice recognized the voice, but for the life of her, she couldn't place it. But for Paris, who was watching helplessly as Klaus ripped into her best friend, she did recognize their savior.
"Go away Elijah," Klaus growled, holding tighter to the frail Alice, who was losing blood at a rapid rate.
"I wasn't asking Niklaus," Elijah stated. Klaus sighed and threw Alice to the ground and before anyone could do anything he'd run off, leaving Paris to help her best friend out on her own.
"Oh my god. ALICE!" Paris yelled as she ran over to the broken form of Alice Cooper. Paris kneeled down next to her best friend picking her head up and putting it in her lap. Alice's vision and mind were clouding but she could still tell her sister was by her, and if she died in her sister's arms it would be the best place she could think to die.
"Oh Alice, this is why I told you to leave me. I never wanted you to get hurt. I'm so sorry." Paris sobbed.
"It's okay-I… love you." Alice said in a breathy whisper.
Elijah, having watched the scene unfold decided he had stayed on the sidelines long enough. He hurried forward and made sure that Paris could see that he meant no harm.
"Please help," Paris begged, still clutching her best friend. Elijah nodded and pulled up his suit sleeve and bit into his wrist. He put his wrist up to Alice's mouth and as she tried to push his hand away he kept it there.
"Drink, it'll fix you. I promise." He said. Alice compiled and drank some of his blood. She was amazed at how good it tasted, but even with the blood in her system, her body still gave out on her and she went limp in Paris' arms.
"No no no no no no. You said you would help her! Oh god please, you can't leave me. Please don't leave me." Paris begged. Elijah looked at the two girls in sadness.
"She is not dead, she is just...sleeping. She will wake in a few hours perfectly fine. You have my word." Elijah said.
"Why should I trust you?" Paris asked.
"You have no reason too, but let's just say your friend captured my attention in ways I long forgot," Elijah explained.
"We have nowhere to stay…" Paris started, she didn't trust the man all that much but she was desperate. Alice needed a better life than this. But she had to play the hand she was dealt. And right now, this man was giving her a reason to trust him and it could be misguided but she was putting her faith in him. She knew how easy it was to become captivated by Alice, she had that effect on people. She just made you love her without trying. So, she hoped that might get her somewhere, even if it was only for a short time.
"I know just the place," Elijah said.
Paris had to admit when Elijah had told her he knew a place she assumed he meant a hotel or something, not a mansion.
"It was once my family's property but they have since moved onto other avenues. So no one will bother us for the evening." Elijah explained.
"Wait you'll be staying here with us?" Paris questioned.
"Well, I figure my brother may just come back for more to spite me and I'd like to be here to stop him. But if you'd like me to leave I will." Elijah said.
"No, that fine you can stay- wait Klaus is your brother? Oh my god. You're that Elijah. Holy shit!" Paris exclaimed.
"Well, of all the times I get a reaction, yours is by far the most unique," Elijah said with a small smile. He went around to the back seat and lifted Alice out of the car. He motioned for Paris to follow. Paris followed without hesitation. After all, he had her sister in his arms.
If Paris thought the outside was grand she was dearly mistaken. The whole home was this way. From the crystal chandelier to the vintage, gold-rimmed furniture, everything about the place screamed rich and sophisticated. Much like Elijah she thought.
"The bedrooms are upstairs," Elijah said quietly as he started up the stairs, leaving Paris to follow like a lost puppy. The bedrooms were almost more extravagant than the rest of the home. Paris watched as Elijah opened a specific door and brought Alice in. Once he had set her on the bed he took her shoes and jacket off and tucked her under the fancy sheets. He then motioned for Paris to follow him out into the hallway.
"Your sister will wake by morning; would you like to stay with her or would you like to shower and sleep first?" Elijah questioned.
"Uh, I guess I'll shower. I'm kind of bloody now." Paris stated looking down at her dirty outfit from being on the floor of the alley along with being covered in her sister's blood. Elijah showed her to a bathroom that was in the bedroom across the hall. After assuring that no harm was to come to Alice by his hands Paris finally left to shower and let Elijah watch over her best friend.
Elijah took the time to look over the surprisingly fiery woman. He had known her for not even a day and he was already captivated. Her bluish-purple hair, her gorgeous brown eyes that were regrettably sealed shut with exhaustion and her frail figure seemed even smaller. She had beautiful not quite tan but not quite alabaster skin that was so unique but it seemed to fit her so well. He thought back to the other woman in his company. She looked almost nothing like the woman lying in his bed.
She had these green eyes that seemed to glow, long brown hair that seemed to fall in elegant waves without her even trying. They seemed so polar opposite and the fact that the woman he was intrigued by had obviously not triggered her werewolf gene if she even had it. All of this made him realize that these two women were in fact not related. He smiled at the thought of these two women becoming so close they consider each other sisters and even introduce themselves as such. He could only wish his family was half as close as they were.
Paris was worried, to say the least. She had had never trusted Alice's safety to anything but her own hands. She had a feeling that Elijah would protect her. He was known to be a man of his word so she felt a bit better. But on the other hand, he was an Original Vampire. They were known to be deadly and… well evil. Elijah didn't seem that way but she wouldn't make that judgment yet. Klaus, on the other hand, lived up to his reputation of being a merciless killer. She just hoped Elijah wasn't like his brother.
When Alice woke hours later she felt surprisingly fine. She could remember being attacked and she wondered if she had died. She didn't feel drained and her neck didn't hurt. She could feel she was on something soft, it almost seemed like a bed, but it was by far the nicest bed she'd ever been on, another factor making her believe she was dead. Eventually, she forced her tired eyes open and what she saw was not what she was expecting. She was fully expecting to be dead and see some sort of white light, not a ceiling. Now for granted it was a very nice ceiling. But it didn't look like... heaven like or anything and it was too nice for hell. Then she realized she could hear people talking. After blinking sleep from her eyes, she sat slowly up in the bed she was laid in. She didn't recognize her surroundings but she did recognize the voices talking.
She figured there was no harm in walking now so she got up and walked slowly to the door. Or at least that's what she wanted to do. She, in fact, fell flat on her ass as soon as she took her first step. The voices abruptly stopped and the door flew open to reveal Paris and the handsome stranger she met at lunch the day before.
"What did you do?" he asked, a small smile on his face.
"I tried walking. It didn't work so well as you can see." Alice snarked.
"Yeah, we can see that." Paris joked.
Elijah went right over to Alice and helped her up off the floor. Her legs were still a little wobbly so he held onto her until she got her bearings. Once she could stand Elijah let her go but he hovered near her just in case she needed assistance.
"So, what happened after I passed out?" Alice asked after a brief pause. She was kind of afraid to ask, but she did want to know. From the stress in her best friend's face, she could tell that nothing had gone well.
"Well, my brother is out for blood, not that it's very surprising. But I brought your sister and yourself here so you could rest and I could keep watch and make sure my brother did not inflict any more pain upon the two of you." Elijah stated.
"So, you go from the handsome stranger at a bar to my savior hmm?" Alice said smiling lightly at her luck with men.
"Never was that my intention but as fate would have it the beautiful ones always seem to fall under my brother's wrath," Elijah stated. At this point, Paris smirked and backed out of the room. She had a feeling that Alice just fell, hook line and sinker. Of course, she couldn't have fallen for a normal man, no of course not. It had to be a fucking Original Vampire.
"So, I must say I think I have earned the right to your name don't you think?" Elijah quipped.
"Hmm, I guess so, but then again you did lie about your name." Alice taunted.
"Well, I guess I need to rectify that. Elijah Mikaelson, a pleasure to meet you." Elijah said, kissing the back of Alice's hand. Alice tried to hard not to blush or let her heart speed up, knowing full well he could hear it. But alas it was a wasted effort. Her face went light pink and her heart hammered in her chest.
"Alice Cooper, pleasures mine." She said lightly.
"Alice, such a beautiful name," Elijah remarked.
"Alright Mr. Charmer, I think we have more pressing matters to deal with right now," Alice said pushing him away lightly by his chest and breezing by him.
