Elijah Mikaelson
' I'm Davina Claire. '
Oh she had heard plenty of the male who had now been sat before her, the male who had so gracefully had made it aware that he wasn't at her disposal to be poked and prodded and to be used as an experiment for whatever they had planned. Her gaze remained locked on him, lips forming into an 'o' shape before pressing together tightly and slowly moving to her feet. She didn't care in this moment that she had been in pajamas, that she wasn't exactly the most presentable for company, but she had found herself wanting to reach out and to touch the marks that ran along his face. The same marks she had seen on vampires who had died, but here he was, a living resemblance of the death after being undead and he still walked.
' how are you alive? '
her own words had surprised her as she had hoped to hold more composure and to be able to hold her ground, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her and she couldn't help but wonder if this is what they meant when curiosity had killed the cat. But she had wanted to know, she had wanted to know that even with a dagger to the heart that he had still walked the earth as if he hadn't been touched by the thing that would kill any other of his counterparts that were not his family.
a smirk played against his lips as he looked down at his hands and then over at the dagger on the table and she had followed his gaze, lingering on the dagger before meeting his gaze once more. everything in him had to control moving forward, the way his fangs had constantly protruded and retracted, how he had craved blood more than anything he could possibly want. but Elijah was more than a monster, but he wasn't what he had once swore he wouldn't ever turn into again. he wasn't going to rip into the flesh of the female in front of him, but he wouldn't leave without assessing the situation, he wouldn't leave without knowing who she was and how she had acquired the magic she had.
' My family wasn't created the same way your dear Marcellus was. We are known as a special kind of monster. '
his tongue had darted out to lick at dry lips, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat, once again every movement fluid and almost pre-planned. as if every motion he made, whether it be the movement of his finger or the way his jacket had clung to him was already decided beforehand, that he had been calculated in a sense that he would always be a step ahead. But he had been placed in that box, he had the dagger in his heart. So while she had felt like he might always be a step ahead of her, it seems as if his weakness lay with his family. His weakness had left him a few steps behind when it came to them.
She could tell that he was hungry, that the veins in his body had thrummed with the want to sink his teeth into her neck, to take every drop he could manage that would satiate his thirst, but he still held back, he still managed to keep collected and calculated even when hunger burned his throat. ' you're hungry. ' she had pushed off everything he had said about how he was created, her focus now on the way his gaze flicked between her throat and her eyes, a gentle curve of her lips a silent treaty in this moment as she reached for a knife, one she used to sharpen the tools she drew with. ' you need to feed. '
her hand moved to cut at her hand, willing to offer him her own blood, but before the blade could touch her own ivory kissed skin, his fingers had wrapped delicately around hers, catching hold of the blade to make sure not to mark her. ' no, even in this current condition, i will not feed from a child. ' the look on his face was sincere, but also thankful that she had offered to help him but he did not want to harm a child to ease his hunger, him willing to feel the longing, the burning for as long as he needed. Even if she was a threat to him, to his family, he would not spill the blood of a child.
' not so much a child anymore, Elijah Mikaelson. '
she hummed in response as she dropped the knife on the table and reached for a needle, pricking the tip of her finger with it with a wince. the needle had the remnants of blood that she had drawn, having moved it towards him, feeling his featherlight grasp grace the skin of her wrist, she had watched as he had willingly taken the single drop into his mouth, watching as the thirst had dissolved from him completely. ' you didn't need much. ' she spoke, his grasp not moving from her wrist, but staring at her in complete awe, wondering how someone had the ability to satiate his thirst with a single drop of blood.
Elijah had moved to stand up, finally dropping her wrist after realizing he had been holding onto it a little too long, but she hadn't allowed her thoughts to get too wrapped up in it. Not thinking about how even though he was dead, undead, immortal, there was still a warmth that had laid under the skin that covered him. That there might be something human underneath it all, but from what she had heard from Marcel, it seemed like all humanity had escaped the Old Ones when they had realized that they were indestructible, that they were to live forever.
' How is it that someone with your amount of power is locked away in a tower? What is it that you are afraid of ? '
The question caught her off guard and she had found herself swallowing hard, looking down at her feet for a moment, fingers grasping her opposite arm as she inhaled sharply, licking at her lips. what are you afraid of? everything. She was afraid of everything, death, the witches, the magic that had been harvested within her body. She was afraid of the pain that would be inflicted upon her and the pain she could inflict onto the other people and she had felt that maybe it would be best if she had stayed locked up in the attic.
' nothing. '
the words sounded foreign to her, as if they were not her own but they were. the words seemed to be laced in something that she couldn't explain, but something that she had been longing to hold in, especially around the male who had now stood up, hands moving to his hips to fix his pants, now to his tie before he had moved to her canvas, fingers moving over the dark lines that had been pressed hard into the paper. ' i am afraid of nothing. '
everything.
he couldn't help but grimace when he had heard her speak, knowing that what she had held deep within her chest was fear, what it was was the fear of not being accepted, but not belonging anywhere because she had felt too foreign for the places she had once called home. That feeling had once been routed deep within him, when he had fled from home, from his father, from the place where he had loved and laughed and where he had first killed when he had become what he was. From the first day he was a monster, and he could understand feeling foreign in your own skin, but he had become something that would not ever fit anywhere except for in a grave. but even then, his kind of monster didn't die,
so where did he belong exactly ?
' you fear the unknowing. ' he spoke softly, his gaze ripping from the canvas, his own thoughts tucked back within him as he tried to pull from his own life story and focus back on the female who had been settled on the bed before him. a smile slips to his lips as he moved over to her, slowly as to not scare her, no sign of intimidation against her in this moment, merely speculating the surrounding area, the female who was so small compared to him, to someone who had held more power than his own mother had been capable of wielding.
' maybe i'm asking the wrong questions. how is it that you allow Marcel to dictate what you do, that you are stuck in this ... attic ? '
he enunciated the last word with a tick at the end, head canted to the side as he moved to place the chair over towards her more, once again pushing back his jacket to sit down, watching her carefully. and the way he had looked at her had her wondering if he could see right through her, as if he would read her mind and she wondered if that was one of the abilities the original family had, but it was only compulsion and even then, they couldn't compel her. she wanted to lie, to shut him out but he had been right in that sense. that she had been held up in the attic, unsure that if she had told him that she wanted to leave, that he would allow her. but he saved her life and for that she felt like she owed him.
' i didn't always have all this power , and before i did ... he saved me . '
Elijah wasn't expecting the words she had said to come out, but at the same time it didn't surprise him much either. Marcel would have given Klaus anything he had wanted when he had saved him from the plantation, when he had removed him from his biological father. So there was an understanding on the girls devotion to Marcel. How she had felt compelled in a sense to stand by his side even if it had meant that she were to bend and twist to his command.
' What happened to you, Davina Claire? '
the question had rocked her, unsure of how to start, if she were to blame her father leaving that had turned her mother into the person she had once been. if she should blame her mother for being as strict and unloving as she was, or if she should blame herself for being so foolish to believe that the Harvest Festival was as innocent as they had played it off as. If she should blame her friends being slaughtered on her inability to realize the truth, but even then she wouldn't have known. No, the blame rested with the deceased Elders, the ancestors that had wished for the magic that had resided within her.
' The Harvest Festival. '
( A.N. I know it follows canon in a sense, but it will be a loose following of it, some incidents happening, but there will be obvious differences ! thanks for reading xoxo )