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"Never mind their talking down the dreamers
Our world is standing still
They wake up too much but see our castle will be
high above their arrows
Our glasses flowing still
I'm remembering you standing in the whitest dress I'd known
Have I always loved you? Have I always known?"
Copeland "Have I Always Love You?"
Alix's face burned from the flush due to Elijah's words as she subtly tried to fan her face as the large wooden door opened to reveal a tall, well-dressed, dark-skinned man donning glasses. If she had to guess, he looked no older than mid to possible late thirties. As she glanced at him, Alix was suddenly aware of how surreal the situation had become, which had her debating her once sound decision to follow through with this.
Was she prepared to go on blind faith alone and accept the long-hidden truth, or would it be simpler to bask in the comfort blissful ignorance had provided? Alix knew herself well enough to know that if she continued to linger on the edges of the shadows, she'd eventually drive herself to the brink of a complete mental breakdown trying to decipher every hidden meaning within the images that replayed nightly in her dreams.
Letting out a heavy breath, she already knew what her decision was. She wasn't only doing this for her own benefit, but more so to fight off the persistent hounds she called family. If Bobby or Sam ever learned that she had bailed mere moments before rectifying the situation, they would make it their personal goal to never let her hear the end of it. She wouldn't be surprised it they tried to lock her in that iron panic room located in Bobby's room until she gave into their demands.
"Good evening, Jonas." Elijah greeted, bringing Alix's attention back to the man in front of her.
"Evening, Elijah." The man returned the greeting, his tone monotonous. Alix looked between the two men, sensing some palpable tension between the two as they held their gazes for a long moment before Elijah broke away.
"Forgive my rudeness, allow me to introduce you to the woman I was speaking of earlier." Elijah apologized, gently nudging Alix forward. "This is my wife Alixiah. Alixiah, this is Dr. Jonas Martin."
Alix closed her eyes to avoid rolling them like a disgruntled teenager. She didn't understand Elijah's preference towards calling her by her birth name, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was stuck on old traditions?
Opening her eyes, she smiled as she extended her hand towards Jonas. It took the man a moment to notice her actions as he looked surprised after hearing Elijah's introduction. Apparently Alix wasn't the only one who was unaware that Elijah was married.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Martin," Alix said softly, giving his hand a gentle shake.
The moment his large hand engulfed her, an electrical current coursed through her entire being. It was now her turn to look surprised as she caught a brief glimpse of just how much power this man wielded. Generational magic was something that was heralded as one of the most powerful magics floating around in the universe, especially one that dated back many, many generations of powerful witches. Alix hadn't experienced such power since first meeting the Bennett girl. It now appeared both Bonnie and Jonas held some extremely powerful magic locked within their DNA.
In her experience, generational magic was something she'd classify as extremely potent, almost bordering on dangerous. It's the kind of magic she'd caution anyone to never confront head on or underestimate. It was clear why Elijah had chosen Jonas as an ally.
"Please, call me Alix," She said, pulling her hand back.
"Only if you call me Jonas." He smiled back. "Please, come in." He gestured, opening the door wider.
Elijah, ever the eternal gentleman he was rumored to be, ushered Alix in first. As she tentatively stepped across the threshold of the apartment, she was genuinely surprised to find how spacious it was. Just going by the looks from the outside, she didn't expect the rather roomy accommodations that were hiding behind the closed door. It was like the Tardis of apartments.
Alix entered what looked like the kitchen/living room as they appeared to be combined into one large open area. Her eyes scanned around the room, unable to hide the 1,000-watt smile on her lips as she spotted the large wooden bookshelf that lined the back wall of the living room. Alix saw the numerous books housed there; reminding her of Bobby's collection in his study, the brief moment of nostalgia bringing a warmth to her heart.
As Jonas stepped around the pair, he motioned for them to have a seat at the table nestled cozily by the window; the roaring fireplace bringing an inviting and warm ambiance to the room.
'Apparently having a fireplace in your home is a thing in Mystic Falls' Alix thought to herself.
Watching Jonas and Elijah take their seats, Alix momentarily hesitated before finally slipping into the empty chair next to Elijah. As they silently sat there, the only sounds filling the room was the crackling of the wood coming from the fireplace. Alix noticed the men had resumed their earlier staredown.
Alix cleared her throat loudly, effectively breaking up whatever was going on between the two men.
"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Alix asked, feigning innocence. "If you two would like a moment of hash out whatever is going on between you two, I'll gladly step outside. Just give me a shout when you're ready to discuss why we're here." She added, standing up from her chair, turning to leave when Elijah's hand grabbed her wrist.
Jonas looked rather amused by the fact that Alix had called them on their behavior, while, to some people, like Elijah, it could be construed as bad manners; Jonas, however, found it interesting that a human had the balls to stand up to the Original.
"I apologize, Alix," Jonas replied, clearing his throat. Alix returned to her seat, waiting for Jonas to continue. "To retrieve your memories, I'll be placing you into a sleep-like trance, by doing this, your mind will be more open, allowing me more freedom to move around and locate the affected area. Once that happens, I should be able to undo the damage."
'Should? You're a fucking warlock, a powerful one at that and the best you can come up with is 'should'?! You need to work on your sales pitch, buddy because you're not instilling a lot of confidence in me with your method.'
Alix looked skeptically at Elijah as Jonas continued to explain everything. Elijah gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as he listened intently to the information being given. Alix, on the other hand, didn't hear a single word. She was more concerned with the fact that she was expected to willingly give someone, a warlock no less, an all access pass into her mind. She didn't understand how no one else saw how this could go potentially wrong, and not just for her.
The plan reminded her of what happened to Pam after Dean returned from Hell. After they had exhausted all other possible avenues to explain Dean's miraculous return to the land of the living, Bobby contacted a psychic friend of his, Pam. Apparently her brilliant idea was to conduct a seance in hopes of establishing contact with the entity powerful enough to pull a soul straight out of hell.
It didn't end well. Alix wondered if just catching a glimpse of a celestial being's true form could result in someone's eyeballs all but melting out of their head, what would be the damage from someone being a half-breed?
Alix groaned as she realized she was going to have to tell Jonas the truth of what she was, providing him with a list of possible side effects that could occur from strolling through her mind. The gentle squeeze on her upper thigh informed her that her actions hadn't gone unnoticed.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Alix asked absent-mindedly.
Jonas looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Depends upon your definition of fine," She mumbled under her breath. "I am grateful for your willingness to help me, I mean, Elijah; however I don't feel comfortable with you blindly agreeing to something without you reading the fine print."
"What are you talking about?" Jonas asked, leaning the weight of his upper body against the table.
"I'm talking about the fine print that says you are potentially risking your well-being by traipsing around in my head because of what I am," Alix answered, her tone turning icy.
Jonas and Elijah both looked at her, perplexed and concerned as to what she was talking about?
"What do you know about Nephilims?" She asked point blank.
"Nothing really, other than they are the supposed mythical offspring of Angels," Jonas answered without hesitation.
There was a reason as to why they were referred to as mythical. Most of Alix's kind had been hunted down and killed the very moment they drew their first breath. For the longest time, Alix had felt sad for them because they hadn't had a chance to thrive, but she quickly came to the realization that they were the lucky ones. They were spared the life, if you could even call it that, of constantly looking over your shoulder, wondering night after night if this was your last night on Earth. Alix had been lucky up until the Angels intervened and brought Dean back. Since that night, she'd been fighting to keep herself under the radar just to stay alive.
"I think I'm going to put that on my resume, 'mythical creature'; it's got a nice ring to it." Alix mused to no one in particular. She looked up to see Jonas completely gobsmacked by her revelation. She chewed on her bottom lip, patiently waiting for the information to finally process.
Even Elijah was gazing upon her with eyes full of wonderment and fascination.
'I've become my own fucking freakshow...wonderful.'
"You're the daughter of an angel?" Jonas remarked in disbelief.
"You're partially correct; apparently I'm the daughter of an archangel, but that's not really important." Alix dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Nobody aside from my immediate family knows of this information. I've told you this because you need to be fully aware of what you're signing yourself up for. If you stumble onto some pretty brights lights in there...back the fuck away, or else you could end up a drooling vegetable." She warned.
As the room once again fell silent, Alix wondered if Jonas would gracefully bow out, finding the task too daunting. She wouldn't blame or judge him for wanting to protect himself. However, if that happened to be the case, she did have one other option she could possibly fall back on. She was reluctant to bring this to Castiel; while he had grown to become someone she could trust, she also knew how Castiel worked. He wasn't the type to do something without asking questions, sometimes one too many; and she wasn't ready to answer anything especially when it concerned the topic of Elijah.
"I appreciate your honesty as well as your concern for my safety, Alix." Jonas finally responded. Alix braced herself for the worst as he continued. "I've already given Elijah my word that I would help you, and I fully intend to make good on that," He assured her, looking to Elijah who nodded his appreciation for such loyalty.
"Well, I guess the only thing left to discuss is when we do this."
"How about now?" Jonas suggested. Alix blinked a few times before finally nodding in agreement. Jonas motioned towards the spot directly in front of the fireplace. "You can go ahead and lie down on the floor while I grab a few things," He said as he stood up, exiting the room.
Alix blew out a shaky breath as her nerves claimed the better of her. She slowly stood up, divesting herself of the torn jacket, looking at it sadly before balling up the tattered material. She moved towards the stop Jonas had pointed out, all the while feeling Elijah's piercing eyes watching her every move. She figured he had picked up on the uneasiness and nervousness that radiated from her body. Before she moved to lie down, Elijah blurred to her.
He cupped her face between his large hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "I give you my word that I will do all I can to ensure nothing happens to you."
His soft-spoken vow soothed her frazzled nerves, making her feel a little more at ease knowing there was someone watching out for her.
"I know you will, Elijah," She whispered softly. "I trust you."
He leaned in, bestowing a lingering kiss to her forehead. They stood there, unmoving as they took comfort in the small, intimate moment they were permitted until Jonas returned.
With reluctance from both parties, they pulled away from one another as Elijah offered his assistance in helping Alix onto the hardwood floor. With a gentle caress of her cheek, he moved out of the way to allow Jonas space to work, opting to take a seat on the coffee table that sat relatively close by.
Jonas knelt down on the floor next to Alix's head, a thick leather-bound book laying open next to him.
"Relax Alix, this will be over before you know it." Jonas attempted to reassure her.
"Yeah, that's not really reassuring me, sweet cheeks." Alix shot back. "It sounds like something a shady doctor says right before he knocks out his unsuspecting victim, then proceeds to bogart their organs to sell on the black market."
Alix narrowed her gaze, turning and pointing a finger directly at Elijah. "You promised that nothing would happen to me, so I expect all my organs to still be inside my body, or else there's going to be hell to pay."
"Alix, I promise you I'm not going to rob you of your organs, okay?" Jonas promised, chuckling as Alix nodded. He placed his hands on either side of her head. "Close your eyes and focus on my voice, you'll soon feel yourself begin to drift off."
Alix thought for a moment that she was in the process of being hypnotized. She had always been skeptical of those people who claimed they could do it, but she couldn't see how someone could fall asleep merely on command. However, the more she listened to Jonas's voice, the drowsier she began to feel.
She could still hear Elijah and Jonas conversing amongst themselves though it sounded muffled as if she was underwater. She couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but she could still differentiate their voices.
Soon enough their voices faded into the darkness, leaving Alix in complete silence as images began to scroll before her eyes like a slot machine. She saw images of her, Sam and Dean at Bobby's for Thanksgiving a few years ago, her and Dean road-tripping to Stanford to see Sam about John; then another image came up. It was from the first time she had ever crossed paths with John Winchester during his first solo hunt.
Reliving those memories made her heart tightened as she realized just how much she truly missed her little dysfunctional family. Dean was always quick to remind Alix that even though they weren't biologically related, they were still family. 'Family don't end with blood' was what he would tell her, and she couldn't agree more.
Out of nowhere, the images took a massive time leap; it was so massive that Evel Knievel would pass up the opportunity because of the magnitude of the distance. Some of the images were from Alix's dream while others were ones she had never seen before. As the images slowed their pace, she eventually stopped on one in particular.
A sharp pain radiated throughout her whole body, making it feel as if she had physically broken through some barrier and into the memory. It was as if she had assumed complete control over the motions of the body from that period; knowing everything that body knew and being able to experience what it felt, smelt and tasted.
~{&}~
*England, 1490*
The gardens of the courtyard were lush and fragrant as their riotous colors assaulted the eyes. Alixiah carefully trailed along the cobblestoned pathways, searching for a shaded corner where she could sit and perhaps inconspicuously lift the hem of her dress up to fend off the blistering summer heat. Alixiah was elated to find the stone bench nestled beneath the great oak tree to be unoccupied as she sat down, taking in the stillness of the early evening.
The bees danced upon the flowers, their gentle buzzing was normally enough to lull her to sleep; but the constant chatter flowing from Alixiah's 'chaperone' ensured that would not be happening, nor would she be able to enjoy losing herself within the confines of her mind for a spell. Though Alixiah had to admit, her companion's thick accented voice was quite relaxing, allowing her to at least enjoy the picturesque view before them.
"Miss Alixiah!" Marie-Grace's harsh tone snapped Alixiah from her trance as she raised an eyebrow questioningly at her. "Dat is not ladylike, Mon Dieu!" She scorned.
Marie-Grace had caught Alixiah in the process of lifting them hem of her skirt to allow the cool breeze inside the stifling dress. Alixiah glared contemptuously at Marie-Grace as she lowered her skirt, smoothing out the rumples.
"The only thing unladylike is passing out on the ground because this dress is so heavy and too damn confining," Alixiah muttered. "We're the only ones out here, Marie-Grace; nobody saw a thing." She pointed out. Alixiah found her companion's shocked and horrified look amusing, causing her to chuckle loudly as she thought about how Marie-Grace would've reacted had they met during her time in Ancient Rome.
Their private solace was disrupted by loud male voices that drifted over the large green hedges, causing the birds to take flight from their dark caves and hiding spots amongst the flowers. Their cheerful, drunken jeering and the somewhat inappropriate topic of conversation caused Marie-Grace's eyes widen in horror as they drifted into view. The group was made up mostly large, brutish looking noblemen; only one seemed to look slightly displaced with his tall lean frame that stole the very breath from Alixiah's lungs. His dark eyes bore into hers as she recognized who he was, Lord Elijah.
"Miss Alixiah, we must go back inside now, we are unattended." Marie-Grace pleaded, drawing Alixiah in closer to her after one of the boorish men made a rather suggestive comment towards her.
Alixiah wanted to protest, longing to linger just a moment more in the company of Elijah, but she allowed Marie-Grace to pull her towards the entrance.
As they drew closer, the heat was beginning to fully take its toll on Alixiah, her head was starting to swim. The scent of the flowers she had once found endearing and refreshing was now overpowering and nauseating, relentlessly assaulting her senses. With every hurried stop, Alixiah's knees buckled slightly, threatening to give way at any moment. Marie-Grace, unmindful of her friend's current condition, pulled Alixiah along with a renewed determination. She stopped abruptly, causing Alixiah's body to waver and sway as she fought a valiant battle to stay upright.
Unfortunately, Alixiah's body forfeited the fight as she closed her eyes, preparing for the harsh impact from the fall. Alixiah was shocked to find herself nestled safely in the muscular arms of Elijah. Her eyes fluttered in an effort to fight off the darkness, only briefly catching a glimpse of his endearing and infectious smile before darkness claimed her.
~{&}~
Alix woke with a start, immediately sitting up, which proved to be a poor decision on her part as she groaned, clutching the sides of her head. The pain wasn't horrible or debilitating, but it definitely didn't go unnoticed as the dull throb informed her of its presence. Alix gingerly turned her head towards Jonas, noting he appeared to be in a much better condition that she had been anticipating. He looked only slightly disheveled with perspiration lining his forehead.
"Are you okay?" She croaked, her throat feeling drier than the Sahara Desert. Jonas looked to by physically fine, looking as if he had just run five miles, but Alix's concern laid more with his mental status. For all she knew, he was cuckoo for cocoa puffs after being inside her head.
"I'm fine, just a little tired and definitely in need of a hot shower," He assured her with a smile. "The bigger concern at the moment is you, how are feeling?"
"Other than feeling like some construction guy has taken a jackhammer to my skull, I'm fine," Alix said, looking over to Elijah.
He stared warily at her for a moment before blurring in front of her, kneeling down to cup the side of her face. As Alix stared deep into those deep brown pools, it hit her all at once, nearly knocking her back down. It was as if a floodgate had burst inside of her head, releasing all the memories that had been locked away for so long.
The first moment they had met in the castle, to their first stolen kiss beneath the oak tree, to them making love in the clearing beneath the stars to their secret wedding in that small church in the countryside; everything came flooding back. The barrage of those sacred memories brought angry tears to Alix's eyes; how could someone be so cruel as to take away such precious memories? How could she ever forget the man she had willingly tied herself to?
Elijah wiped away the traitorous tears that spilled from her eyes with the pad of his thumb, his eyes glistening with concern. Alix gave him a weak smile, trying to regain control of her emotions. There would be time later to dwell upon such things. She gently touched the hand that held her face as she looked to Jonas.
"I believe congratulations are in order; not only did you make good on not stealing my organs, but you broke the wicked witches' curse." Alix joked, trying to alleviate the heavy mood. Her smile faltered as Elijah and Jonas shared a look that spoke volumes; her stomach churning violently...something wasn't right.
"I was able to break the spell, yes," Jonas confirmed, setting Alix slightly at ease. The ominous 'but' still clung to the air, making Alix look at him expectantly, impatiently waiting for him to continue. "I also found another block in your memories, I couldn't break through it because it's bound with a magic I've never encountered before."
Alix was dumbfounded by this new development.
"What, what do you mean 'bound by a magic you've never encountered-" Alix trailed off as realization set in. For a man of his stature in magic, encountering a type of magic he'd never seen before more than likely meant it was something old, very old.
"Did you...was there a symbol or sigil on the binding that you could draw for me?" She asked abruptly.
Jonas nodded, grabbing the tablet of paper and pencil off the coffee table. Alix watched intently as Jonas drew a few symbols before turning the paper so that she could get a better look. An uncontrollable rage filled her as she recognized the symbols.
"Those sons of bitches!" She snarled, her sudden outburst caused Elijah to back away from her as her eyes flashed silver.
"You recognize the symbols, Alix?" Elijah asked, using her nickname for the first time in hopes of placating her wrath. She shot him a hard look as she fought back the snarky comment that threatened to spew from her lips, wrestling to come up with something less...colorful.
"It's Enochian, the language of the angels," Alix said in a strained tone.
"Enochian?" Jonas's eyes widened. "You mean-"
"That one of those sanctimonious pricks upstairs decided to mess with my head, yes, that's exactly what I mean." She finished sarcastically.
With this new information, it meant that Alix was probably going to need to brush up on her summoning skills. Though she did enjoy the idea of hunting down her favorite holy tax accountant and beating him senseless until he confessed as to who was behind it.
"What are you going to do?" Elijah asked, cautiously moving towards her.
"I'm going to continue helping Elena while simultaneously calling in every favor I have until someone can give me an answer," She replied with a shrug.