A dark shadow figure stood on a balcony overlooking a dark garden filled with black roses. His lips curled into a smirk when he recalled the Salvatore's screams. The youngest was a old friend, mate to his sister. But even Rebekah knew the consequences of helping ones mate runaway.
His smirk turned into a low growl and cerulean blue eyes darkened to a onix black shade, as he recalled his little mate running away from him. She will never be afraid of him. She will never be afraid of anybody. She was his, after all.
The metal beneath his hands started to bend and groan from under the pressure he was exerting on it. Just as it was about to snap, he let go of it all together, when he smelt his brother coming from the doorway.
Elijah Mikaelson observed his brother. He looked calm and almost tranquil, if for not the way his hands were clenched so tight that he could almost feel the restrain it took not to hunt down his mate and teach her how important leaving him was, if for not the way his eyes held fury and promise of punishment.
" She ran," Elijah stated with no emotion.
" She did," He replies back with his back now turned to Elijah.
Elijah easily recognized the blank tone in his brothers voice, maybe it was the tone that he recognized, or the words that he associated it with. Or maybe, it was the memories that never quite went away. The memories of a dark, cold emptiness that nearly consumed him.
" Brother-" Elijah stated,
" You know what happens when people run from me, Elijah."
How could he forget? How could he forget the mayhem and destruction that followed? How can he forget when his youngest brother was living proof, of what happens?
" She has no idea, brother." Elijah said desperately.
Maybe it was the elder brother instincts that were ingrained in him before the girl was even born, acting up. Or maybe it was the smallest hope in his chest that maybe, just maybe, he might be able to save one sister, while he had failed to save his blood.
The monster that monsters fear considered this notion, considered that his girl, the girl that ran away, did not understand what exactly she unleashed. Did not realize exactly what the beast inside of him would do to her. Did not realize that every supernatural creature, witches, werewolves and vampires alike, were now hunting her down. And did not realize how far he would go to get her in his arms, to have his mate be with him.
He entertained the idea, but he also dismissed it. She knew exactly what would happen as she fled from him. He saw it in her gaze, the way she stared back and the realization quickly wormed into her dark green eyes.
He carefully put his left hand into his coat pocket and for the first time that night, turned towards his brother.
Elijah swallowed, he never realized how much on edge his brother was. Now it was reflecting back into his own oak orbs.
" No Elijah, she had every idea." He confirmed with knowing in his voice and something a little bit darker.
Elijah had to repress the urge to take a step back, he also recognized what that something else was in his brothers voice, something that was always there when talking about the particular women.
The darkness in his brother's voice was not a unfamiliar tone. He heard him use it when he was referring to Elijah or another sibling. The tone in his voice was not to me truffled with, something some people forget.
Somebody like the person in his basement, who is being tortured with every last breath of him. Somebody like Damon Salvatore.
The tone was possessiveness.
And now as he started into his Klaus's eyes, he couldn't help but recognize that the gold and amber surrounding his brother's iris, was never as prominent as it was now.
Thank you all for reviewing. That really meant a lot to me. I am so sorry that it took so long for a update, but I never realize where I am taking this story. Suggestions would be awesome.
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The face claim for Orion is Adelaide Kane.
Was written form my phone, so probably needs some editing.