VIOLENT DELIGHTS
CHAPTER 1: COWARDS AND VALIANTS
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."
Moira hated many things. The taste of coffee first thing in the morning, the morals that strangers would try and thrust upon her, those who tried to be what they weren't. But more than anything or anyone else, Moira hated cowards. She glanced up at the mirror, her icy eyes reminding her of a far away time when she didn't have to run.
"Don't you look lovely, darling," complimented the man, still laying on her bed. His t-shirt was on the floor, obviously ruined if the deep red bloodstains were of any indication. Moira sighed, a lock of ginger hair falling before her eyes, before she turned towards him. He smiled, the mockery plain on his face; his brows arched, hands softly linked over his stomach.
Niklaus Mikaelson looked absolutely breathtaking in that moment and if Moira had been a lesser person, she probably would've melted under his stare. It was clear as day, however, that she wasn't - and so, the woman barely looked him in the face, before grunting something even the thousand year old vampire couldn't catch. Because, when it came to Niklaus Mikaelson and Moira Gillies they were two very different people, with the same goal. Their motives were different, exceedingly so, but the end result would be the same - and that was the reason why despite their many differences, even if what Moira desired the most was taking his non-beating heart out of his chest, she stayed by his side.
Moira loathed cowards. Niklaus Mikaelson was the biggest one she had met yet, but the way her hands burned was her sign and so she would push through her hate if it meant obtaining the things she desired the most.
Moira sat on the old couch, her eyes staring at the brunette who squirmed in front of her. It hadn't been easy, convincing the older vampire not to follow her all the way to Virginia. The man was stubborn, much like her, and the knowledge she was headed all the way to his hometown made him even more annoying. She had told him it wasn't any of his business where she went and why and he had thrown a fit. With the promise of calling him if anything remotely dangerous for either of them came up - and really, was he her father? -, she left their shared villa in France.
"I'm Elena," smiled the human girl and Moira really, really wanted to laugh. It was ironic, in some way, how she had been called by one of her contacts to protect the girl. Moira was no stranger to Niklaus' history, she knew very well what he was and what the existence of the teenager in front of her implied. She would call him later, she thought with a smile - he would be happy to know that his curse could be broken, something he had given up on.
Moira acted oblivious, her icy gaze moving towards one of the vampires in the house. "You know how it works, Rose-Marie." Damon Salvatore looked between the two women, his eyes never leaving the ginger's form for too long. He didn't trust her, he knew nothing about her and the rumours he had heard in the past century and a half didn't make the woman trustworthy in his eyes. It had been Rose's idea, seeing as Elena had been prying too much into this Klaus fella she should've been wary about.
Eris, she had called her; she was their best shot at saving Elena. Eres had been the one who helped them a few centuries ago, when the Originals had gotten too close to them. You say what you want and she names a price. She had told him she was honorable, that she would never go back on her word. And so Damon let the older vampire be, because he was strong and the feelings he felt for the human girl would make him strong enough to defend her against anything.
Damon looked at the woman they had called, her copper hair cascading in soft waves behind her back. He had to admit, she was beautiful. Tall, pale and with full lips. High cheekbones, naturally rosy, but those eyes. He didn't trust them. Those icy depths knew too much, he could see it; they were the orbs of someone who was cruel, but smart. Someone who was ruthless, yes, but never reckless. They looked at them as if they were nothing but mere objects in a much bigger game, moving slowly over their figures as if calculating the best way to dispose of them. Damon didn't trust her, but they had no other way. So he nodded at the older vampire, trusting Elena's life into Eris' hands.
"Moira, sweetheart, you know I don't like games. Are you being truthful?" growled out a voice from her phone. The gingerhead smirked, things were coming into place so well and all because she had tricked that woman, centuries before, into a false sense of security. She hummed as she washed the blood out of her hands, "Ah." She heard Niklaus questioning her from the other line and glanced at her phone as it vibrated. "By the way, I disposed of Rose-Marie, and it seems your dear Katerina is in Mystic Falls as well. I'd get here quickly, if I were you." The only indication he was still paying attention to her was a loud laugh, before he hung up.
Moira sighed when she saw the text she had received from the doppelganger, asking her if she wanted to hang out. The woman didn't know what the human thought she was doing, as she had made it clear that her job was to protect her - not playing best friends in a boring little town. She figured it would be better than letting the girl roam around alone, danger prone as she had been told she was. Really, it took some talent to get in so many messes in less than a year. Moira quickly texted her back, telling her she would meet her at her house, before quickly changing out of her bloodied clothes. She vanished seconds later, the only sound left in the apartment the soft breaths of the compelled human.
Moira smiled sardonically at the human girl, who was trapped inside her own home. She was talking about giving herself to Klaus, which made her family put a spell on her. "I've arrived to save your boring day, Miss Gilbert." Elena glanced up, brown eyes wide.
Elena was a trustful person by heart, but the past months of supernatural mayhem had toned her naive nature down by a notch or two. Nonetheless, the woman in front of her inspired her nothing but trust -plus, she had agreed to help her for free. Eris, Rose-Marie had told them before running away two days ago, was a good person. She had been turned around three centuries ago, but it wasn't her choice. She didn't want to die and that was why Rose-Marie thought of her instantly, because she knew the woman would resonate with the doppelganger. And Elena understood the vampire too, because even if she would run to Klaus' arms if it meant saving her family, she didn't want to die either. And therefore, the woman hadn't asked anything of them after knowing their story -because she felt for Elena, she truly did.
Moira smiled at the human as the movie ended, irony shining in her icy eyes. "Well, that was something," muttered the brunette, her face scrunched in a confused frown. They had ended up watching the first two Twilight movies, the vampire laughing whenever they said something wrong about her species. Elena had fun, something that hadn't happened in so long that the feeling almost felt foreign to her.
The vampire left when night ascended, her smile disappearing quickly when she was far enough from the Gilbert house.
Yes, Niklaus was a coward - she was one too. But this time she would be valiant, because if the death of the doppelganger meant being steps closer to her love, she would kill the girl herself.
New story! This is the first chapter. At the start of every chapter there will be a Shakespeare quote, from which I've taken both the chapter titles AND the story title. Anyway, I hope you liked the first chapter and look forward to the next ones (the second chapter is the one I've already written as of today, I'll post it once I have at least another or another two ready.)
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