A/N: Another place name shoehorned in for my Facebook group xx Slightly shorter chap this week. RL was getting in the way xx Alexis
Whoopee! I can do it. I can graduate early; I've got everything I need. Plus they were super impressed I was going straight into a job. I downplayed it and said I was to be the junior assistant, nobody would believe I was going to be Elijah's PA. I might do that for my folks too, I don't want to set Charlie off. So my final tests are set for this Friday and then if they look okay I'm free. I'm so glad with all that has happened to me I'm so over high school drama! I may only be eighteen, well nineteen in a few weeks, but I feel so much older! I don't think anyone could go through what I have and not be changed. I will wait until it's all finalised before I tell anyone else what I'm doing, well anyone in Forks or Jacksonville I mean.
I was walking on air by the time I got to my registration class, the Principal thought it best to just stay with my false name, but take my exams as me. I agreed, less confusing for everyone and I didn't need any witches getting hold of my real name. I must have been smiling more than I thought because the teacher stopped me and asked if I'd had good news. Told her of my plans and she shook my hand and offered me her congratulations. It must make a change for them to not have to deal with teenage drama and angst when the occasional student excels. It would validate that they are doing something right, so I thanked her for all her help since I came to New Orleans. I was only attending today and back on Friday for the tests.
I spent the whole day handing in my books and thanking teachers for their help. Even those that didn't even try, I was just too happy to care. Some of the students said I was lucky, but that's stupid I worked hard and this is my reward. Others gave me the cold shoulder, damn, how dare I be cleverer than them! This was the very pettiness I was so over and would be so glad to turn my back on. I was so glad when the last bell finally rang and raced home to Elizabeth's. Elijah was waiting outside for me and I ran to him jumping into his arms and kissing him soundly. He laughed and spun me around; my heart was so full to bursting to see such a genuine smile on his face.
"Good day sweetheart?" he asks and I laugh,
"I'm free, my tests are on Friday and then I'm all yours!" I reply happily,
"Is that a promise?" he enquires in a deep sultry voice and I shiver,
"Yes!' I whisper and he hugs me before setting me down and leading me inside,
Teresa and Gareth are happy for me and insist Elijah and I join them in a celebratory meal in the main dining room this evening and we accept They have been nothing but kind to me and I'm so glad they said they would take me in. If I'd gone anywhere else would he have found me, I like to think so! After all, he said he was drawn to me. Once I freed myself from Edward that was. I wanted to change into something more grown-up and kissing all three on the cheek rushed up to my room. It's funny how I'm no longer clumsy or unsteady on my feet! I wonder if that was something to do with the glamour? I must ask Elijah, he'll know or at least have a theory.
IOOH
It's all so sad and nobody's fault but my own. That they, my family are all waiting for me to revert to how I was before. Even my beloved Esme, she watches even more closely than Emmett and Rose and again this is my fault. She loves me still, but I see she doesn't trust me and it breaks my heart that I caused her to feel this way. I will never be able to make up for all my sins and unlike humans, they will never forget. I hope they will one day forgive me, but I don't actually deserve it. Yes, my eyes are wide open now and I see all my failings clearly. I was once so full of optimism ad hope, a young Idealistic vampire. When did I become so humanesque?
That I didn't see what was staring me in the face, Edward had no love for me or the family and I let him almost destroy us! Well, I refuse to have that be my legacy, I don't care how long it takes but I will redeem myself. I have others who deserve an apology from me, starting with the Denali's. I will ask Esme to accompany me around all our homes to eradicate Edward from them. I will sell all of his expensive stuff and give the money to Emmett for the family coffers. But his house in Chicago will be donated to the homeless, the destitute and the oppressed. I know he would hate is and yes, it's petty vengeance! I will also stop working in hospitals and concentrate on research, research that benefits vampires!
IOOH
I wonder where my dear big brother, Elijah is? I'm so bored and need some company. To tell the truth, I'm sick of the constant glitz and glamour, everyone is so fake! Where to look first? It's a toss-up between Mystic Falls or New Orleans. I haven't been back to New Orleans since the fire, God that was so long ago. Fear kept me away once we found out Marcel had survived and felt we abandoned him. We honestly thought he had died that night and we were running for our lives, from father! I truly loved him and if I'm honest I do still, but I doubt he'll ever forgive me. Well, my first stop will be Mystic Falls; maybe they will know where he is and what he's doing. I could call him, yes, but I don't want to be fobbed off and he would!
IOOH
I excused myself to change too. I wanted to show Isabella how important her news was to me and how glad I was to be able to share it with her. I have also been worrying about how she will take it when I finally tell her about my past. It's not pretty; it's filled with death and blood at my hands! I even wonder if she can shield me from myself, can she help me open the doors of my mind and protect me while I enter the 'Red Room'! That place where all my sins reside, hidden, magically forgotten and left to fester! Well, it won't be tonight and maybe not until she's like me. I'm honestly afraid, what she'll think of me afterwards. Strange that one so young can bring me to my knees, but that's the power of love I guess!
Ah! I was right to wear a suit because Isabella looks glorious in her knee-length dress. She looked elegant and classy in burgundy. It was understated and yet made her stand out more. I doubt she noticed every head turn to her. Some in admiration and some in jealousy. She, I was glad to say only had eyes for me. I stepped forward to take and kiss her hand and the delicate blush just enhanced her beauty tenfold. I have never been prouder to be a woman's escort; she makes me feel things I thought long dead. Teresa and Gareth arrive dressed as well and everyone seems intrigued. Their proprietors obviously don't dine very often in their own establishment.
The whole restaurant took on an air of celebration. Some of the older patrons stopped at the table between courses and on finding out why we were there, gave Isabella their congratulations too. She confided in me this was a first for her. With her parents divorced, family meals were non-existent and I felt bad for her. She missed out on so much growing up.
"Charlie's idea of eating out is the diner or the lodge, though I've never been there and Renee, well she liked to dine out but not with me tagging along!" she whispered for my ears only and I was appalled,
"It's much more fun as an adult sweetheart and I will show you places your mother never dreamed of!" I reply and she smiles at me,
"Don't be too sure, she has one hell of an imagination!" she laughs and the subject is dropped,
It was during the meal Teresa asked Isabella what she would be doing for her birthday in September and I was intrigued. Her nineteenth birthday was on September thirteenth, only a few weeks away. I didn't know but I remembered how she said last year's went and I understood why she was keeping it quiet. She glossed over it saying she wasn't sure and she still had time to decide. I think she was hoping we would have been away from here and I wouldn't know. I could maybe take her to my apartment in New York and cook for her. I didn't do it as much as I used to and maybe she would like that. I know she hates fuss so maybe this would save her the problem.
"I was hoping to entice her to New York, but school was a problem. Now it would be possible, that's if you would like to join me?" I say, hoping she wouldn't be mad,
"Wow, I've never been. Thank you, Elijah, I'd like that" she said beaming and I felt the tension leave me,
Isabella was an easy person to please. She didn't like fuss and was happier with not too many people around her. Like tonight the four of us were just perfect in her eyes. God help us if she has to meet all my family at one time. Although she might be more than a match for them, possibly even Klaus! After dinner we went upstairs to relax and share some wine, I fear I might be leading her astray. She kicked off her black pumps and wiggled her toes that were encased in silk. We talked for a while and she was telling me about books she once thought great. But now realised they were flaws, well the main characters were. How her preconceptions had changed this year and with it her naivety.
As I poured the last of the bottle into my glass when she refused, Isabella stood and excused herself to the restroom. I had also removed my shoes and my tie was hanging semi-loose. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I had enjoyed the wine, the company and just being near Isabella. But I was on my feet when she cleared her throat, entranced by the vision before me. Her dress was gone and as she stood in her demure white underwear I was struck dumb. The stockings were those ones that stayed up by themselves and even half naked she was the picture of innocence. I knew she could see how aroused I was and she held out her hand to me and I gladly took it and let her lead me towards my bed.
IOOH
I have it; at least I think I do! This young woman has a lineage of distinction if this is the right person and I fear it is. Actually, it's an older name than my own, the LaRue's are relative newcomers compared to this family. It's a pity our French ancestors didn't see it before they brought down their own destruction upon their heads! In the mid sixteen hundred's one of her predecessors, Robert Swan arrived in Massachusetts from England. Boston to be precise and only moved as far as Norwell. The following year several more Swans arrived and joined him. Only his son Edgar Swan refused to stay and he set off to explore this great continent and sell his services as a master potion brewer to the highest bidder.
Their magic was old and like the Originals had very deep Norse roots. He fell afoul of the French witches once he reached Louisiana. His crime was falling in love with a young witch from a coven obsessed with purity in their bloodlines. They had tried to run away together but were caught and handed out the worst of punishments. She was pregnant and shunned, thrown out of her community like trash, her magic was not as strong as others and deemed insignificant. He was handed to a traditional vampire as a meal. The vampire was not as stupid as the witches wanted to believe and turned Edgar when he heard his story. Letting him wreak havoc amongst the people who did him wrong.
Once he was in control of himself, Edgar found and brought home to Norwell, Eloise Cormier and their Son Thomas. Although there are still Cormier's in New Orleans to this day, none are witches and their numbers are small. Ah, yes a sad tale of love and betrayal leading to the annihilation of a whole coven. It would appear with his families help they found a way to help him and Eloise have several more children before she too was turned and they trained them all to hate and despise all the French Louisiana witches. Eventually, they spread out across America and many forgot their roots it seems, but are Edgar and Eloise still out there?
Well, it is my job to stop history from repeating itself! I will do what the other's failed to do, talk to Miss Swan and see if I am correct. I will have my staff call Elijah and invite the two to afternoon tea, yes never let it be said the LaRue's are not civilised.
IOOH
"Are you sure Isabella?" Elijah asks swallowing heavily,
I was nervous, yes, but his reaction to me was all the validation I needed. I wanted him in ways I have never wanted another. It was a desire, deep down in my very soul; it was calling out for him. I also knew he would guide me and make this as pleasurable as possible for my first time. So I nod and lay myself down without letting go of his hand. That was all he needed to hear and he followed me down. Clothes disappeared slowly, Elijah was in no rush and appeared to be savouring every inch of me as I was him. The warmth of his skin and the slow but loud pounding of his heart gave me the confidence I didn't know I had. With him I could participate and reciprocate, his control was impeccable.
Strangely my body seemed to know what to do, wow, genetics at their best. I wasn't even embarrassed as I lay naked under him as he took in every inch of me. I have never felt so loved, so desired as I do right here, right now. The wine appeared to have relaxed me more than I thought and although sore, it was not that bad as he slowly entered me. He waited until I huff out a breath and he started to move in a rhythm of our own. Elijah went from laying little kisses on my skin to little nips. But as our passion rose it became apparent he was a biter and me well, I seemed to like it. I could feel the coil deep within me tighten and saw by his face, he too was almost there.
As my body started to spasm in anticipation, I latched on to the skin above his heart and for the first time broke his skin with my teeth. That was the final push over the edge for the both of us and a watched fascinated as his vampire's face was on display during his ecstasy. He had grabbed my hand and sunk his teeth into my wrist and we drunk deeply from each other. But I never felt unsafe or depleted and I wondered if his blood was healing, no replenishing mine. We both sighed as we released each other's skin and I held him to me as he went to pull out. I liked this feeling; it was a primal one I think. Holding your man between your thighs, taking his weight on you effortlessly.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" he asks after a minute or so,
"I'm f..., I'm fantabulous!" I reply and we both start to snigger as he rolls us over,
"I've never let anyone bite me before! Drink from a cut I've opened, yes. But you are the first to actually take my blood by force! It was erotic and freeing somehow!" he murmured,
"Oh, was that what brought your vampire side out?" I quiz him and he nods,
"Did I scare you Isabella?" he asks worriedly,
"Not at all, he's very sexy, in a devilish and dangerous way!" I reply and feel him stiffen inside me once more,
I push myself upright and use what little knowledge I have to move my body over his. I know I won't be able to keep it up and I lift his hands to my hips and he takes over the pace. I reach up and free my hair from the bun I had been wearing and it cascades down in layered waves. I feel the tension once more building and with one hand I gently rub little circles on my clitoris. Elijah's eyes are watching my hand and he is growling deep within his chest. That is in turn vibrating inside me and I lean further back allowing my fingers to touch him as he plunges in and out of me as well as keeping up constant pressure on myself. I've never felt more alive than I do at this exact moment. The moment I shatter into pieces again.
Panting hard I collapse onto his chest and lie there in bliss. Elijah is just tenderly stroking my hair and my back. This must be what keeps people searching for the right partner, the chance of finding your other half, your perfect match!
"That's two positions from Kol's bed done. How many more to go honey?" I say and he laughs along with me at the absurdity of it,
I snuggle into his side and let sleep take me but not before saying tiredly,
"I love you, Elijah"
IOOH
"No! No, no, no! Not bloody Rebekah Mikaelson. She can't stay here!" I yell at Stefan,
That woman is so high maintenance it's scary. Well, this is my home and I refuse to be lorded over by her. Christ, they have their own place, why can't she go there? Because who'd run around after her, that's why! Unlike her brother's nobody is afraid of her, she is a whiny, needy spoilt brat!
"Come on Damon. It's only for a couple of days, she's looking for Elijah" he replies and I shake my head,
"You are so naive and have much to learn about women little brother. But be my guest, but I will not lift a finger to help her. I am not an Original's servant, unlike you obviously!" I spit out before I leave,
He'll be running around in circles doing her bidding. Good luck to him, but I will not bow down to the little Princess. Her brothers have done her no favours treating her like a child and as if she can do no wrong. This life is too long to be acting that petulant constantly. Dear God, if I'm the one thinking this something must seriously be wrong with her! Well, it's their cross to bear, not ours! I saw a new little filly in town yesterday, time to make her acquaintance; I think. Maybe she'd join me on a road trip, anywhere away from here at present. I best send Elijah a head's up on his sister's whereabouts first though.
A/N: The Cormier's are real people living in New Orleans, as were the Swans who arrived in Boston. After that their story is mine and mine alone xx
