Chapter 12
Paris 1789
Fires, rages and Unlawful rebellion spread through the city as the disputes between the republicans and the monarchists rose to tumultuous heights. Alana and her father had retreated from their inner city accommodation to the home of Elijah and his siblings.
Alana's father was currently in the city with Niklaus on business and Niklaus had sworn to protect him, knowing how much he meant to Alana and when the cats were away the mice played.
Elijah and Alana were snuggled up in bed together, basking in the aftermath of a lovers coupling, talking about their futures. Alana had discovered years previous that Elijah and his siblings were vampires and it did not frighten her as Elijah had expected, for she had in turn revealed she was a witch and a most powerful one at that.
"Where will we live, Elijah?" Alana asked, tracing patterns on Elijah's chest.
"Anywhere you'd like, Ma cheri. Anywhere in the world. You choose." He said dazedly.
"Will your siblings mind my being with you?" She sat up a little now, so that if Elijah looked down he could see the wide expanses and cup urges of her youthful body.
"I will not let them mind, Alana. For you will be my wife, if you wish it." Elijah asked, a hand on the thigh which crossed his body.
"Is that a question, Monsieur Mikaelson?"
"Perhaps, Mademoiselle Fitzroy. Well, will such a question receive an answer?"
"Yes. Always and forever yes." Alana said punctuating each word with a kiss to Elijah's lips.
"Good.." Elijah said and rolled her under him once more, laying kisses against her neck.
"Elijah, do you think the French will ever sort out their differences with their king?" Alana asked, wondering.
"I do not know, sweetheart. But know this, I shall never leave you. Ever. Not even in death." Elijah slowly kissed his way further down her body when the door to their apartments were fling open. Elijah scrambled to protect Alana letting her cover herself with the sheets as they met the gaze of King Louis's guards.
"Monsieur Elijah Mikaelson?" One asked.
"Oui." Elijah asked rising from the bed, all the while keeping Alana covered.
"You are under arrest Monsieur, for the murder of the King's imperial guard during the storming of the Bastille, this month past." Elijah looked stunned and Alana gasped in horror as Elijah was pulled Way, half dressed by the kings guards. He would have resisted but she knew why he didn't, if he was meant to be human he would fight.
"Elijah!" Alana screamed as he was dragged away, the sheets of their clutched to her chest.
"I will never leave you! tell your father, tell Niklaus. they will do something!" He called back as she was bundled down the stairs and out of the family's house.
She left their bed and ran to the window which looked out over the courtyard at the front of the chateau. Elijah must have felt her looking for he raised his face to hers and raised his bound hands. She watched him go before she looked down at her own. In place on her left hand's fourth finger was a simple yet beautiful lapis lazuli ring. One similar in style to the one he wore. A matching pair.
A couple which would define time. But for now she had lost him and fear flooded her being.