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The walk to the Art Institute of Chicago was frankly quick. It was just located a couple of blocks away from the penthouse, not a long walk at all. Elijah walked with Eternity by his side, her hand nestled in the crook of his arm with her other hand resting on his bicep. It reminded him of their time in Maine, just a couple nights before.
They moved steadily toward their destination, while Elijah spoke of his few past adventure in the city. She smiled at his retelling, at the excitement he displayed whenever he would paint the imagery of the old landscape for her. She didn't say much in reply, contented to simply listen to him speak.
His telling made the already short journey feel even shorter. It wasn't long at all until they were climbing the steps of the Art Institute, recognizable by the green lions that stood guard on either side of the large stairway. Once inside, he took the lead in showing her around the place, having wanted to show her his favorite pieces and periods of art.
For a while, they simply wandered about, viewing this painting or that sculpture. He would tell her of his knowledge in each piece. Again, Eternity was content to let him tell her what he knew, seeming to absorb everything he said with high interest. She would comment here or there on what she had experienced in regards to the time periods each piece was from, but for the most part, she was just content to look and listen.
One of the exhibits of the institute was that of old Viking swords and shields. Here, he stared at each piece with a certain fondness. A lot of the items locked behind the glass had been apart of his life long ago. They generally reminded him of a time long since past - of home. He began talking about the construction of the swords and shields in a step by step fashion, becoming more animated as he went. He remembered these things like they had happened yesterday and not a thousand years ago.
Then Elijah started speaking on the symbols etched into the metal. On one of the hilts was a worn etching of Loki, the Trickster God of Asgard. All he had to do was mention the figure's name for a dark look to cross Eternity's face. It was similar to the ones he had seen before upon her lovely features.
She wasn't looking at him, but at the sword he had mentioned. Her body was tense and it seemed like she was trying to light the old blade on fire with her stare. It didn't light up, as he partially expected, which was good. It would be impossible to compel that many people into forgetting such a strange incident. Yet, he was concerned as to the cause of such a disturbed look. It didn't settle well to see her upset.
"Eternity," Elijah called to her, reaching to gently grab her arm.
The moment he touched her, she snapped out of it. She smiled shyly and laughed nervously at him. "Forgive me," she whispered.
"Are you alright?"
"Aye. Just remembering...the past."
With those words, Elijah was immediately more interested in her than the artifacts. "Explain."
Eternity looked back at the sword with Loki on it, though this time her expression was light and animated, if not also a little sad. "Loki, along with all the figures of the old Norsemen's religion, are real people," she told him softly. "It is the same for some of the other mythologies too. Zeus, Hera, Hades. Anubis, Osiris, Isis. Odin, Thor...Loki. All of them are real."
Elijah was taken aback by her words. So, there were gods amongst the immortals she spoke of. While he admitted he was surprised, it wasn't as if he hadn't expected to find out something of that nature from her. In fact, it made sense that some of the figures of human mythology would be real. But what puzzled him was why did the mention of Loki affect her so much?
"Loki and I have history," Eternity answered his thoughts. "He killed my grandmother, who was the Universal Queen before the duty fell to me. They hated each other and so, Loki acted as he always does: with malicious intent, slaying her before should even defend herself."
"So, you seek revenge for this crime," surmised Elijah.
"No, not revenge," she responded quickly. "I am a guardian. Revenge is not in my nature as a result. Though justice certainly needs to be fulfilled for his actions, but not with his death."
Elijah didn't understand. A man committed regicide and yet death wasn't to be the automatic punishment for such a heinous crime? Maybe the laws were different for the immortals, he reasoned. Perhaps, they understood death was too swift a punishment and so, chose other methods to execute justice.
"You know, all those old Norsemen stories that you and your family grew up on were mostly complete fabrications," smiled Eternity, changing the direction of their conversation.
He allowed it, figuring it was best for now. So, he smirked playfully, "Is that right?"
"Aye, it is," she nodded. "Odin, Loki, and Thor used to come here to Earth, to tell tales of their godhoods to the poor naive humans. Odin was especially full of himself when he spoke of how he created the universe and life itself to the humans. Of course, it never happened. Odin is not a creator god or any sort of god for that matter. He, like all immortals of light, are fallible creatures with only a higher calling of guardianship. Yet, he and many others, still like to think themselves gods toward those they deem lesser than; humanity being number one in that."
"They sound delightful."
"They are quite ridiculous. A little pathetic as well."
Seeing how indignant she was becoming, Elijah observed, "You're very impassioned by this distasteful attitude of your fellow immortals."
With deadly seriousness, Eternity replied, "When they think themselves above others, you're damned right I'm impassioned by their distasteful attitudes. Nobody is better than anyone else. No matter their station in the greater scheme of the universes."
Elijah was impressed by the fierceness in her, in that moment. Her sapphire eyes were unyielding and intense with a noble sense of compassion for others, particularly in regard to those weaker. It was beautiful to see light in someone nonhuman like him. He had lived in darkness for so long, hoping to see light shine in on his world. Now, here she was doing just that with her value of others, of the innocent. His heart swelled for her and before he knew it, he was cupping her cheek and pulling her close. He kissed her passionately.
Though a little surprised at first, she reciprocated eagerly, curling her hands up into his hair tenderly as she did.
Elijah didn't know how long they stood there wrapped up in each other, but by the time they parted, both of them were absolutely breathless. He took the opportunity to whisk them away to another area of the institute, holding her hand in his the whole way.
"You know, I've spent the past thousand years doing as I pleased," he found himself telling her as they went. "Justice for the Mikaelson Family has always been based on self-preservation or selfish pursuits, including killing those that dare oppose us, humans included. Niklaus is the most ruthless of us, but we've all killed, maimed, tortured whenever it suited us. Even I'm not excluded from such...darkness."
"I know," Eternity said. "The darkness is powerful. It is easy to give into it, to let your darker nature prevail, especially when you have a brother who is a master of it; of fear, or control, of revenge. Live like that long enough and it's difficult to live any other way, even if you wish it. But there is always light, even in you, Elijah - in Niklaus. If you can find it, then you can be different, better."
"Maybe I just don't believe that," he smiled humorlessly.
"Perhaps it is simply something you have to discover on your own," she countered, "but in the meantime, may I suggest you consider this: would I be here with you, if you were such a monster? If you are not capable of more?"
Elijah gazed at her profoundly, considering her words, but he didn't reply. Instead, he turned back to the tour of the Art Institute, trying to turn their outing back to a happier tone.
Soon, they reached the Far East exhibit and Eternity was enthralled by the art there, as she gazed at some old Japanese artworks from the Feudal Era. Their previous talk had been abandoned for the time being.
"My family is from Japan," Eternity informed him casually with a fond smile. "They lived in the region before the Great War. We've adapted many of the customs and whatnot from our ancestral home on Earth."
Elijah looked surprised, "Really?"
"I also have a different cousin from the one I mentioned before," she said, "whom still lives there. She runs a small shrine and tends to the wounded and sick mortals who wander into her forest. Though it's technically illegal, she does also revive people from the dead, but usually only children. However, that should always be an exception to the rule."
"I've been to Japan, years ago, and now that you mention it, I do recall hearing about a mystical shrine that performed miracles," admitted Elijah, after some thought. "I thought it was utter nonsense, as many tales like those are. I suppose I shouldn't have been so hasty in dismissing the stories."
"Perhaps, it's for the best that you did dismiss them," Eternity replied. "Kaname wouldn't take kindly to a vampire entering her woods. Not even one that meant no harm. Dark creatures are simply not allowed there."
Elijah couldn't take offense to that. It was true, he was a dark creature; a being created with dark magic. No doubt, her cousin had the same purpose in life as Eternity did; to protect others from the darkness.
With that thought, he began to wonder why Eternity was with him? He was a being of darkness, and she was one of light. They shouldn't be together. She shouldn't want to be with him. Yes, they had an arrangement, a temporary partnership. But it was more than that. She had allowed more and in a short amount of time. Eternity was right by his side, as his lover - a companion. He didn't understand it. Yet, he wanted nothing else than her by his side. He believed she felt the same way.
"I'm with you because I like what I see in you," Eternity told him, reading his thoughts again. "You are a complex man, to be sure. You are fiercely devoted to your family. You care about their well-beings over all others, a noble cause. Of course, you'll commit whatever terrible sin you must to protect your family and that can lead to terrible deeds. But I can see that you are capable of love and compassion and forgiveness, qualities that are of light, qualities that I can appreciate, despite your flaws."
Elijah gave a small smile, reaching out to touch her cheek tenderly in appreciation, before moving on.
From there, they explored other parts of the institute, their conversations resuming their lightness. Eventually, they reached the food court and decided to take a break from their wanderings. There were others around, families and couples alike, getting food or sitting about conversing. The voices echoed in the vaulted room, making each conversation blend in with the others.
Elijah bought lunch for them and they sat together, at the outside seating with big green umbrellas at every table, where it was much quieter. He had ordered a couple cold sandwiches and juices for them to enjoy; though in truth, Eternity enjoyed the food more than he. He wasn't exactly fond of the low quality rubbish that the institute provided.
"Human food is amazing," Eternity hummed appreciatively. "Their cuisines are so much better than most of the immortal worlds."
"Is that right?" He replied, amused by the way she vigorously scarfed down the subpar ham sandwich as any ordinary person might. "I would think that theirs would be the superior cuisine."
She scrunched her nose at him, "No, it's not. It's because most immortal food is produced through magic. The magic makes any food created from it taste artificial, stale even. It's not appetizing in the least, believe me."
"Is that why you come here to this world? To have decent food?"
"One of the reasons, yes."
He chuckled humorously.
Before anything else could be said, the loud sound of gunshots rang out into to the air. The sound had alerted Eternity, especially when many screams accompanied the continuous sound of firing guns. Elijah was mildly curious about it, but he didn't get involved with the affairs of humans. Human matters were of no concern to him, an Original. Though from what he knew, he could surmise that it was either a robbery going wrong or a crazed madman going on a rampage.
"It's coming from outside the institute," Eternity informed him needlessly, getting up swiftly.
"So it is," replied Elijah with slight disinterest.
She didn't seem bothered by his reaction. In fact, she looked understanding of it. "Normally, I don't get involved in human affairs either," she said hurriedly, 'but that's mostly because I'm not around to be involved. I'd like to see what I can do to help. I simply cannot abide by any innocent getting hurt."
Of course, she couldn't.
Elijah sighed, "Well, perhaps if we go to the roof, we can see what we can do without letting the entire city know about us. I do like to maintain a low profile."
"Just what I was thinking. Shall we?"
"As my lady wishes."
With vampire speed, Elijah got them up to the roof of the institute. They moved to a spot where they could observe whatever was going on down below without notice. From their vantage point, Elijah could see a dozen police surrounding their suspect who had a hostage in his grasp - a gun pointed to the young woman's head. From the looks of things, it also looked like a couple of people were wonder, bleeding on the ground. The smell of human blood was strong. It was good that Eternity's blood was still sustaining him or else he wouldn't have been able to remain so composed.
The scene was full of onlookers and rescue teams. There wasn't any way from him to do anything with so many witnesses. It was lucky for the humans that they happened to had a goddess watching over them in Eternity.
She swiftly assessed the situation. "The gunman is being controlled," she observed. "I sense weak human magic - a dark variety of it."
"A witch."
"Aye."
"Well, what do you suppose we do?" He asked, finally becoming interested in the situation, but only because one from the supernatural community was involved.
Eternity smiled, "I got this."
Instantly, her outfit shifted into the corset and leather legging ensemble she always wore when going into battle. In her hands, her yumi bow and a single arrow already notched there appeared. The arrow head glowed bright blue like her horn did when she was a unicorn. She took aim at the possessed madman and let the arrow fly.
To Elijah's surprise, the arrow wasn't meant to wound the man, but instead landed at his feet. Immediately, the blue light waffled up into blue vapors that swirled around the human. The gunman ceased holding the gun at the woman in his grasp and he slowly released her in a hypnotized sort of way. Within moments, he swayed and then collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"The spell has been broken," Eternity informed Elijah.
It seemed to be true. The gunman recovered from his fall and began looking around him in confused horror, wondering what was going on. Then the realization hit and the man panicked, screaming that he wasn't responsible for the crime, just as the police were moving in to subdue him. He begged and pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears.
"He's a pawn," observed Eternity, as the gunman was being carried off into the awaiting police car. "The lover of a vampire is he, but he doesn't know that his lover is of supernatural origin."
"This vampire probably angered a witch and the witch sought revenge through the human," supplied Elijah. "I wonder if he or she is a member of the local vampire clan."
"You refer to the one we're to meet."
"Yes. That very one."
Eternity's outfit shifted back into the lovely lavender dress from before. Her bow vanished as she changed as well. "Now I'm even more intrigued to meet this clan."
Elijah held out his hand to her then, "Yes, so am I."
She took his hand without hesitation. The two of them headed down off the roof. Their exploration of the institute was over. Though the tour of the city was still on the agenda. There were other places that Elijah knew she would find interesting.
They spent the rest of the day, going around the city, with Elijah telling her of the history, of his own personal experiences there. He also took her to the shops around town, letting her explore the human world at close range. The people they passed all stopped to stare in awe of Eternity. Some were curious and others were wary. Children were the most amusing in their admiration. They would stop and look with wide eyes and excitement. It was as if they could see what she really was, despite her human visage. Maybe they could. Either way, it was fascinating to see.
Eventually, the evening set in and Elijah took Eternity to a high end Italian restaurant, where they were served the best wine and far better food than that of the Art Institute's food court. They sat and talked about a variety of things, nothing of great importance. It was just light talk, the same as it had been since earlier in the day. There was nothing but enjoyment in each other's company.
Then just as they were leaving the restaurant, Elijah felt the hunger stir inside him for the first time since he had tasted Eternity's blood. Outside, he told Eternity, "I must feed."
Eternity nodded understandingly, taking Elijah by his hand and leading him away toward the back of the building. Once they were concealed in shadows, she turned to him and said, "Feed on me."
He didn't hesitate this time. He pulled Eternity to him, embracing her tightly in one arm, while the hand of the other reached up to trace the column of her neck tantalizingly. He could feel the blood coursing through her beneath his fingertips, it caused the excitement of the feed to course at a greater pace through his own body.
Without waiting another moment, Elijah descended up Eternity. His mouth traced open mouth kisses to her skin, his tongue reaching out to taste the soft flesh. He felt her sigh and relax against him, just before he let his vampire teeth sink into her neck.
She gasped and tensed, but only for a moment, relaxing against him again almost immediately. She clutched him to her, a hand cupping the back of his head tenderly, while he pulled the blood from her. She moaned deliciously, the sound driving him. As before, the taste of her was exquisite and it warmed him to that same higher degree, making him feel far stronger and completely sated than any human could.
When Elijah eventually pulled away and looked down at the woman in his arms, Eternity had that glazed, flushed look about her again, giving the impression of drunkenness. "That was amazing," she sighed contently.
He grinned down at her, "You seem to enjoy my feeding on you."
"I do," she replied without hesitation. She smiled widely, while still clinging to him.
Elijah chuckled, keeping his arm securely around her to keep her from falling. She simply didn't seem to be able to support herself. "Come on, Sweetheart, let's get you home. We can rest there until it's time to meet with my acquaintance."
Eternity nodded. She let him guide her out of the shadows and back out into the open. Together, they headed home to wait for the midnight hour to strike and their meeting with the vampire clan to commence. Little did Elijah know, what adventure awaited them when they arrived there.
To Be Continued...