Pairing: Aiden/Wolfie (M/stuffed wolf) spoon
*Characters from Gilmore family are from Jazmine F. Thank you!
*Thanks to Phoenix_Queen for school input. Let me know if anyone has any special characters in mind for Hayley's school. Hopefully, it will be up and running next chapter.
**Please let me know of any future pairings you would like to see.
"The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown."
-Genesis 6:4
Earlier
The Loft, Algiers
Home of Josh, Aiden, and Sara
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Afternoon
Aiden raised his eyebrows as he surveyed the havoc their four-year-old had just wreaked in his and Josh's room. Only one glass picture frame was cracked, but all the other knickknacks and colognes were knocked onto the carpet. Some talc powder spilled and one bottle leaked, causing the smell to overpower the room.
"Wolfie did all this?" Aiden asked incredulously, looking down as Sara, who was clutching her stuffed wolf.
"YESH, Daddy. I told him not to, but he didn't wisson," Sara whispered, biting her lip. Aiden guessed that she had dragged Wolfie across the dresser and knocked everything down.
"Didn't we say that if there was anymore acting up, someone was going to get spanked?" Aiden asked, crouching down to Sara's eye level.
Aiden had grabbed the wooden spoon when he heard the items crash off of the dresser, he pulled it from his back pocket. He had picked it up purely for threat value, never thinking he'd ever have to use it.
"I hate to do this, but you have to learn I mean business," Aiden said, dragging the straight-backed chair over and placing it in the middle of the room. He held his hand out for Wolfie and Sara slowly handed him over. Aiden placed the stuffed toy face down across his lap and began spanking the toy vigorously with the spoon.
Sara's eyes grew wide and she shrieked, "Stop!"
"What, Cookie? You have something to say?" Aiden asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
He resumed the spanking of the wolf until Sara blurted out, loudly, "I did it! It wasn't Wolfie!"
Aiden feigned shock. "What? So I spanked Wolfie for no reason. How come you didn't tell Daddy?"
"I don't know," Sara admitted.
Aiden handed her back the toy and put the spoon in his pocket.
"Baby, I'm glad you told me the truth, but next time how about you do it a little sooner?" Aiden said. "If you break something or have an accident, you won't get in trouble unless you are disobeying us on purpose. Deal?"
He pulled Sara up in his lap.
"Okay," Sara said solemnly.
"Now, how about we clean this up before Emily and Chris get here?" Aiden suggested. "I'm not going to spank you now, but if you misbehave for Emily, I promise you there will be consequences. If she asks you to do something, you do it. Got it?"
Sara smiled and hugged him. "Wuv you, Daddy."
"I love you, too," Aiden said, tearing up. "Come on, let's get busy."
Josh walked in, "What did I miss?"
Aiden shrugged, "We had a little issue, but no one except Wolfie was harmed."
Sara gushed to Papa Josh about what happened and Josh gave Aiden a skeptical look.
"Oh Daddy Aiden, it's okay. Don't look guilty. We can't leave for our date night if she's crying and upset. Hon, it's okay," Josh whispered, putting a reassuring hand on his partner.
"Thanks, Josh. I can't help second guessing myself," Aiden admitted.
"Hey, Hayley's back. The barrier is up and things are going to hopefully get back to normal. Well, normal chaos. I'll get the hand vac," Josh smiled.
Sara dumped out more powder by accident and then got cologne on herself.
"Maybe we should take a quick bath before they get here?" Aiden suggested.
"Yay!" Sara hollered. Aiden smiled himself and felt slightly better.
French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana
The Compound
Evening
Marcel heard the sounds coming out of Rebekah's old room and winced. Aurora was now in there and there was no doubt was Elijah was doing.
"Damn, that man is on a roll," he said to himself.
Marcel heard someone behind him. It was Tristan. He looked much younger to Marcel is a set of Elijah's monogramed pajamas. He couldn't help but smirk and remember how Elijah used to have their old tailor make everyone a set every Christmas in the old days.
"Is he? Um, taking my sister in hand?" Tristan asked, looking concerned.
Marcel walked him a little down the hallway. "Yeah, look Tristan, she'll be fine. I've been there too many damn times myself. The thing with my uncle is that, he's strict, but fair. She'll be fine. And if it keeps her sane and out of the dungeon, it's a win."
Tristan frowned, but nodded. "I suppose you are right. It's just that I was never able to handle Aurora's fits myself. Truly, no one really could. I've always wondered...if she was truly ill or merely spoiled?"
"Maybe a combination of both? I mean, in all these centuries, you tried just about everything right? If strict discipline works on her, than it's tough, but you gotta do what works," Marcel said gently. "Hey, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to turn in."
Lucien gave up, saying, "I figured you two were finished with the movie. I'm rather done in myself. Marcel, do you happen to have a sleep mask?"
"Ah, I think Rebekah has a couple. Let me check. I'll bring one to your room," Marcel said, heading towards his and Rebekah's bedroom.
"Thank you," Lucien said, he heard the sounds. "Ouch, I guess we're not the only ones who are getting their comeuppance today!"
Marcel heard the comment and groused, "Really, Elijah? Is there any damn person he hasn't had over his knee this week?"
Alexis stepped out of the room she was staying in and asked, "What is that ruckus?"
Alexis had spend the afternoon and evening with Vincent, but was also spending the night in the Compound.
Marcel shook his head. "Just hope you don't find out. If I was you, I'd just go back to sleep."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Alexis said quietly.
The Loft, Algiers
Home of Josh, Aiden, and Sara
10pm
Emily, Chris and Sara had had a fun night of baking cookies, binging, and playing games. The kids both fell asleep in a pile of blankets in Sara's room. Emily was given the option of sleeping in Sara's bed or on the couch. If Chris didn't need her, she planned to stay up watching t.v. and playing games on her phone. She opted for the couch after trying to clean up the kitchen the best she could. Josh and Aiden had left plenty of food and told her not to worry about cleaning up, but she felt guilty leaving them a mess.
Josh had left several nightwalkers stationed outside for security. He told her not to let anyone in, he and Aiden had a key. If the nightwalkers needed the bathroom, they could use one in a nearby pub. No one else was to be let into the loft. Since Emily didn't have any friends in the area, or really anywhere anymore, she wasn't expecting anyone.
Knock! Knock!
She must have been dozing off when the first knocks came.
Emily looked at the clock and then her phone. She wasn't planning on opening it. But as she started to call Josh to see if it was them, the door burst open.
It was an older man in a long coat who was walking with a cane.
"Oh, hello again, dear!" the man growled in a voice filled with distain.
"G-Grandfather!" Emily stuttered. "W-What d-do you w-want?"
"Where is the blade?" Christopher Gabriel Gilmore, Sr. demanded, coming closer. Two oversized goons walked behind her.
"What b-blade? I d-d-don't know w-what you-," Emily stammered.
"Oh shut up! You cannot even speak properly. I told my late son not to marry your freak of a mother, but the boy was in love. Edyth? Wasn't that the whore's name. She seduced him as your wanton kind is known for. He never reached his true potential," the senior Gilmore growled. To his goons, he said, "Get the boy."
"Y-You l-leave him a-alone," Emily warned. She was trying to call Josh, having shoved her hand in her hoodie pocket. She felt something else in there. The rosaries that Father Sean had pressed into her hands after the battle. Their father had always taken them to church, maybe now she knew why.
Christopher Gilmore, Sr. pulled out a wicked looking blade, "This is the only thing that can harm our kind. If I had the one I gave your father, my power would be complete. But for now, I'll just have to put you in a little sleep...Coma is more like it."
Emily thought, "Does that m-mean our f-father is still alive?"
"Neither fire, nor a sword can kill a pure angel, my darling freak of a g-g-granddaughter," the man laughed.
The goons came back with Chris and Sara. Emily felt something inside herself snap. She started to mutter the prayer Father Sean had said at the battle. She turned to the big men and roared, "LET THEM GO!" She held up the rosary and then pressed it against the man holding Sara. He let go of the four year old's hand and shrieked, "No! She's one of them." A bright light entered him and his eye light up from within. He smoked and crumpled to the ground. The next minutes were chaos as the fire alarm and security system begin to wail.
The other man dropped Chris and tried to jump out the window of the loft, but Emily got shouted, "Stop!" He did and she laid the rosary crucifix on him and he sizzled as quickly as the first man. Then, Emily turned to her grandfather. He was grinning.
"Oh, you might be useful after all," he cackled.
"Shut up yourself," Emily screamed without a trace of a stutter. "Stab yourself with the blade."
Chris gasped as the grandfather looked horrified and plunged the blade into his own gut.
Another man burst through the door. "Daddy!" Chris screamed, running to him. Their father looked different, he had a beard and was visible burned.
"I'm sorry, children. Close your eyes," Christopher Gabriel Gilmore, II, said as he raised the blade and sunk it into his father from behind. The older man grabbed the blade and with malice in his eyes, buried the blade through himself into his son.
Emily ran to her father as his eyes opened wide. He gasped, "Ah, your hair, it's silver again, like your mother's. So sorrryyy. Take care of Christopher. We'll see you a-."
With that, the man and his father burst into flames and burned to ash.
"Daddy! No," Chris screamed. Sara ran and hid under blankets on the couch. Emily knelt and tried to touch the blade was it was white hot.
She pulled Christopher to her. "He's gone. It's over..."
She held him until Josh and Aiden got back. The nightwalkers were burned out, like the bodies found in the Mississippi River weeks earlier.
Josh vamped in with Aiden running behind him. "Kids! Kids, are you okay?"
Emily just rocked back and forth with Chris in her arms.
"My dad saved us. They are dead," was all she would say. Aiden found Sara and held her tightly with the light blanket around her.
"Come on," Josh said, grabbing Emily and standing her up. "Let's get to the Compound. We have to call Father Sean and make sure no one comes back."
French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana
The Compound
Friday, June 1, 2012
"Are they asleep?" Aiden asked as Josh came back down the stairs.
"Yeah, I gave Emily something to help her sleep. So much for a great date night," Josh replied.
Elijah, Alexis, Tristan, Marcel, Father Sean, and Aiden were sitting in the courtyard.
"Tonight is not the night to begin our temperance," Elijah said, pouring strong bourbon for everyone at the table. "I usually don't condone underage drinking but I think you deserve some spirits tonight."
"Thanks," Aiden said, he was still shaken.
Father Sean wrung his hands, "These blades, the carvings, I've never seen anything like them."
Alexis picked up the blade carefully, "Enochian, I believe. When I was a working for Lucien, I saw some other angel artifacts at the lab."
Lucien walked into the room, still in his pajamas.
"I suppose you have figured out that Kingmaker Land Development Inc. is a little extra," Lucien quipped. "All my scientists and witches could figure is that this magic is not earth magic, it cannot be wielded but any except...those with angelic blood."
Father Sean stood and paced, "If I recall correctly, there is something in Genesis that says angels took the form of flesh and mated with woman. This supposedly resulted in a race of giants. They were called the Nephilim...but then later it says all creatures can only reproduce with their kind."
"And yet my brother Niklaus, half witch from our mother and half wolf from his biological father's side, who became a vampire had a child with a woman of angelic blood?" Elijah clarified. "These angels tried to get Ansel, my brother's child, and failed. Are they trying again to get other angelic children? If so, Emily and Chris are not safe."
Josh spoke up, "But if their grandfather is dead, maybe he was just using them to lure out his son? We have both blades here. From what Emily said, they might be the key to fighting the angels."
Marcel thought a moment, "When Kol was into his dark magic thing, I remember him telling me that witches could deconstruct dark objects and use the magic in them to transfer to other objects. Could we do that with the magic in these blades?"
Lucien looked at Alexis, and said, "Alexis has great power, but like we said, witches can only work with earth magic. You would need someone maybe who was half-witch and..."
"Don't look at me. I'm only half-angel and no witch blood at all," Sean pointed out. "But our mutual nephew, Ansel is..."
"...Half-angel. But he is but an infant. We don't know how strong his witch side will be. I was half-witch and never manifested an ounce of ability while I was mortal. Was there any evidence on the men who attacked the loft?" Elijah questioned. He sipped at his drink slowly.
Aiden looked uncomfortable and whispered, "They were burned to a crisp. When I kicked the one attacker, he turned to ashes. We'll have the ashes bagged up. Maybe someone can figure out what they were?"
"Good point." Josh added, "And the two vampires we had protecting the loft were also burned out. I've never seen anything like it."
Marcel cleared his throat. "Hopefully, we never see it again. I hate to say it but I don't think Emily and Chris should be out there in the Bayou."
Aiden spoke up, softly, "Well, Emily held her own tonight. But yeah, if this grandfather has friends, they might come after them for those blades. What do you suggest?"
"I think I'm going to have to call in some favors to get this school up in operation in record time. Josh, Aiden, I think you should take in Chris. You can protect him. Mary is great, but she is untriggered and getting up there in age," Marcel stated. "If they get attacked out there, they would be sitting ducks."
"And Hayley and Jackson will be moving to the school anyway soon," Josh said. "What if Aiden and I moved there with the kids? I don't think Emily would stand being separated from her brother, not now, not ever. Not that I blame her after tonight. I can still commute from the city."
Aiden smiled, "You would do that?"
"Of course. We can give the loft to the new crop of vampires. I don't think we would ever feel safe there again anyway," Josh replied.
"With Alexis there, those new witches, a bunch of Crescents and other wolves, and maybe a few more vamps, Hayley's school will be a fortress," Marcel assured the group. "It will be the safest place for them."
"And these artifacts? I can fly them home with us. Freya and Keelin can examine them. Camille and Caroline have angelic blood. We will keep them in a heavily fortified vault," Elijah vowed.
Alexis yawned, "Excuse me."
Elijah smiled, "The hour is late. Let's all retire and we'll take care of the school completion tomorrow."
Tristan rolled his eyes, "I am wide awake now. I am not used to be stirred from my bed so."
"We need to be up early," Elijah said, looking directly at Tristan.
"I'll drink some warm milk," Tristan grumbled.
Alexis blinked and said to Lucien, "I've never seen him so agreeable."
"Yes, well, he has his reasons," Lucien said, extending his arm to her. "It seems like we shall be classmates soon."
Alexis chuckled, "I can't wait. Maybe we'll have some classes together?"
"Perhaps," Lucien said ruefully.
Father Sean left. Elijah and Marcel cleaned up and decided to put the blades in different safes that Klaus had hidden all over the place.
"I always thought Papa was paranoid, but maybe he was right," Marcel said as Elijah revealed a safe that Marcel had never realized was there.
"Actually, this was one of mine," Elijah grinned. "Contrary to popular belief, I have some secrets of my own up my sleeve."
"Oh, do tell," Marcel said.
"Never," Elijah smirked. "How about we put the other one behind the painting safe in my room. God, I hope this is over. I really miss Vanessa and the kids."
"Plus, you are wearing your hand out lately down here," Marcel retorted.
"Oh no, that spelled hairbrush and your vervain ruler have come in very handy," Elijah said dryly.
"Uncle E., you are really too much sometimes," Marcel said, rolling his eyes.
Elijah put an arm around Marcel and said, "I've heard that before. You go to bed, I'll take care of this last blade. Good night, Marcellus. Sleep well."
Josh and Aiden went upstairs together, they had all the kids in the bed and had promised to sleep near them on the floor. It would be a long time before they had another date night.
A very long time.