Elijah sighed as he secured the chain around the unconscious girl's wrist. Holding an amateur hunter in the spare bedroom of one of his houses until the vervain left her system was not how he wanted to spend his weekend. All he had wanted to do was dispose of the troublesome vampires and get the hell of out Hicksville, Virginia, maybe even take a break from the States completely. And now he was stuck with detoxing and compelling an insignificant, human girl who had tried to kill him.
He quickly checked to see if she had any vervain on her, removing a small bracelet that stung his fingers when he ran them over it, admiring the small snowflake charm.
Three days. He thought to himself. Four at the most, and I can compel the girl to forget hunting and to be on her merry way. Not that he was sure why he wasn't just killing her.
In the early hours of the morning, Elijah finally heard the slow heartbeat of the unconscious Elena speed up ever so slightly, indicating her imminent awakening, and straightened in the chair he was sat in. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks and she let out a soft noise as she woke. And, for those few seconds, she was calm, almost content, as she re-entered the land of the awake. Before she remembered what was happening that is…and then she panicked. The set of her shoulders stiffening and the muscle in her jaw ticking as she clenched it.
"Good evening." Elijah greeted, drawing her eyes over to him.
She scoffed. "So what? You're gonna torture me before you kill me?" She asked, rattling the chain connected to her wrist.
Elijah winced ever-so-slightly and grit his teeth. "I'm not going to kill you."
"You expect me to believe that?" Elena scoffed. "You're a vampire, a parasite, it's what you do!" She yelled, pulling at the cuff on her wrist.
Elijah nodded slowly. "If that's what you believe." He murmured, standing up and clearing his throat. "You will be staying here until the vervain passes from your system, at which point I will compel you to forget hunting and me and to leave." He explained clearly, walking to the door. "If you need anything then call; I'll hear you."
"You can't do this to me!" Elena yelled as he left the room, closing the door quietly. "Oi! You asshole! You can't do this to me!" She screamed, yanking at the chain. "You hear me? You can't do this!"
Elijah let out a low breath, leaning against the closed door. It had been a very long time since he had let someone talk to him like that and keep their heart in their chest, or their head on their shoulders.
After a few moments of listening to the girl scream from behind the door, Elijah let out another sigh and moved away, finally descending his staircase as he had initially intended.
The drive to his house in Charlottesville had been two and a half hours of worrying that the girl would wake up and he would have to deal with a screaming hunter, either, on the side of the road, or in the trunk all the way to his residence. Thankfully though, that hadn't been the case and he had had more than enough time to secure the girl in one of his spare rooms. Adding an eyebolt, (hidden behind the headboard so that she couldn't get to it) chain and securing a cuff to it, then around her wrist, as well as removing all trace of vervain carried on the girl.
Looking at the, unsurprisingly, bare state of his cupboard and refrigerator, he decided with a sigh that he would have to send someone to buy food. He supposed the girl would need clothes and hygiene products…hell! Who was he kidding? Elijah had no clue what he was doing. He tried not to make a habit of kidnapping humans unless absolutely necessary. Even then, they died soon enough after, or were being tortured long enough that he found they didn't really care about that sort of thing.
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Several hours, and one of his more modernly adept people (women) later, he was debating asking the girl if she had a preference or just making her something and her having to deal with it.
Eventually he let out a sound of frustration and rolled his sleeves back from where he had rolled them while debating whether or not to make food. Why was he being so foolish? He was Elijah Mikaelson. The oldest vampire in existence. He didn't make food for human girls!
With that thought held fast in his mind, Elijah climbed the winding staircase and walked into the girl's room, finding her frozen in her attempt to get the handcuff off of her wrist. Elijah took a key from his pocket and held it up. "Perhaps this would help?" He murmured dryly.
The brunette glared at him, her eyes narrowing into near slits. "Did you expect me to just sit here?" She snapped, defensive, but still scared.
"Of course not." Elijah replied, good-naturedly. "That is why I took precautions. These are a very special, very old, pair of handcuffs that I procured sometime in the fifteenth century. They are spelled, so that, no matter how good your lock-picking is, you cannot free yourself without this key."
The girl continued to glare and Elijah smirked at her, walking to her side and taking her wrists, tightening the hold he had on them when she tried to squirm away. He unlocked the cuffs and slipped the key back into his pocket, ignoring her wide-eyed stare.
Grasping her upper arm, Elijah pulled her from the bed and out of the room. He led her down to the kitchen and sat her on one of the stools for a moment.
"Get yourself something to eat and drink." He ordered, taking all of the sharp knives and instruments out of their respective drawers and placing them in a plain, black bag, ready to be either thrown out or stored, he couldn't really care less. "Know this, any attempt at an escape is futile. You will not be leaving this house until I, and I alone, allow you to. Do we understand each other?" He asked, turning back to the girl.
She nodded slowly with wide eyes.
"Excellent. You have one hour to do what you need." Elijah said, turning briskly and leaving the room, not shutting the door behind him. He handed the bag off to one of his people, knowing they would sort it out and then disappear as he wanted them to.
Elijah couldn't help but wonder how long it would take her to attempt her first escape. He had no illusions about her staying put. He knew that, given an opening, she would take it. She wasn't going to want to stay any longer than she had to. He was banking on that.
It was obvious that she still didn't take him as seriously as she should. If he had his way, and he would, that would soon change. She had no idea what he was capable of.