ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 425
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 30, 2024 18:58:31 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Oct 16, 2023 19:24:05 GMT
The speck had turned into a pink splotch the moment he had put his hands beneath the flow of cold water. He’d heard the voices continue to rise and fall in the bar outside, like crashing waves, but there was a high whine beneath it. A violin string tightened too far, the bow across it a savage screech instead of a pure, sweet note. It vibrated in his bones, feeling as though it was all tightening around that part of him that had never been truly satisfied. As he had since Esther had first instructed him to keep his hands clean, Elijah bit down on that need and dabbed his hands dry. He was beyond giving in to such desires now, or at least he believed he had been.
Elijah frowned as he thumbed the car radio on to try and drown out the sound. It had dimmed as the body had dropped in the alleyway, but now it was reaching a crescendo again. He was better than this and had been for a thousand years. If it had been any of his siblings he would have spoken about picking themselves up, finding control, telling them that they could move past this, but he wasn’t sure if he was capable of drinking in his own advice. The man had deserved it after all.
He glanced down at the sleeve of his jacket as he drove back towards the apartment. Threads sprouting around the shoulder seam like the frayed edges of his temper. He had been one of the Tristan’s men, he had seen it in the man’s eyes as he’d realised just what a misstep he’d made. Why Tristan had sent one so young after him, he wasn’t sure, but it had been a mistake and when someone was sent in search of him that news would be carried back to the de Martels – a warning not to try again. Finding no relief in the sound Elijah flipped the radio off again. The air still carried with the tang of blood, no amount of dilution was going to hide it. The shirt would be tossed, a waste of fine tailoring. Perhaps he should have left the bill with the body.
By the time he reached the apartment building, Elijah’s mood had settled again. That vibration was still there, but no longer so discordant. He had done no wrong, this was about protecting those he loved, including the woman who was likely waiting for him up there. Elijah stripped his suit coat off as he entered the apartment, scowling as he caught sight of those cobweb like threads from the corner of his eye again.
”Tatia?” he called tightly, a note of strain in his voice as irritation bit deep again. They should have been far beyond this now, this town was supposed to be the safe haven his family had searched for centuries for. The de Martels should have been hiding beneath a rock still, cowed by the power of those who had made them. Had they gone soft in the years that they had spent here? Had love left them vulnerable the same way it had their mother? Elijah gritted his teeth against that feeling like he had been stripped bare for Tristan to take his shot. ”Have you noticed anybody paying too much attention to you of late?” He looked up as Tatia walked into the room, his expression growing cold and hard.
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TATIA PETROVA
Original Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 342
Age:
24/1000+
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Elijah Mikaelson
Played by:
Emma
Last seen Mar 11, 2024 23:12:10 GMT
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Post by TATIA PETROVA on Oct 22, 2023 17:31:54 GMT
Graduation had come and gone and if she was honest, Tatia was still trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her newfound freedom. Some of her friends already knew what they wanted to do and they were following their dreams but Tatia wasn’t sure what that looked like for her. She never would have had any of these opportunities if things had worked out differently, before she died she would have been expected to be a wife and a mother and no one would have expected anything more from her. Now she had the chance to be whatever she wanted to be and even though she knew that she had an eternity ahead of her now considering that she was an Original and no longer had to be worried about being taken away from Elijah or anyone else that she cared about she knew that she wanted to try and get it right the first time if she could. She knew that she wanted to find a way to make a difference with her life, it was just a case of figuring out how best to do that. That day she had ended up spending some time with Stefan before heading to the apartment to see Elijah. She had known that he was going out earlier but there was a part of her that had thought that he would be home by now. As it was the apartment was empty when she got there so she tried his phone but there was no answer. Letting herself in, she decided to wait inside for Elijah to get back. One good thing about graduating was that she got to spend more time with Elijah and she wasn’t too sure what they would end up doing that day but she knew that it didn’t really matter as long as they got to spend some time together. The smell of blood reached Tatia’s nostrils even as she heard the door opening, turning from the fridge where she had been getting herself a drink while she waited and she instantly felt worried at Elijah’s tone. Something was wrong, that much was clear, but what it was she had no idea. “Hi, my love,” she said as made her way into the living room, her gaze fixed on Elijah as she approached. As he asked if she had noticed anyone paying too much attention to her lately, Tatia thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I haven’t. What’s this about, Elijah?” she asked, choosing her words carefully as she spoke. The look on Elijah’s face was one that she wasn’t used to seeing and it was enough to concern her. Normally when they were together Elijah was so happy and full of love but right now he seemed cold and distant and she didn’t know why. “I can smell the blood on you, is everything okay?”ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 425
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 30, 2024 18:58:31 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Nov 21, 2023 22:10:40 GMT
A thousand years of believing that he was above all of this undone with a single revelation. Hearing from Tatia that he had been the one to kill her in the first place had torn open the doors that had held back his own monstrosity for all that time. Esther had closed them in his mind, encouraging him to believe himself better than the others. He was the one who would keep his hands clean, the one who would preach at his siblings about their horrific behaviour. The noble Original had just been too cowardly to face his demons and so he had projected them onto everybody else.
Now Elijah was sure that he could feel them again. Just killing the man and tossing his heart aside had not been enough this time. Tristan had his people following him around town, undoubtedly attempting to gather enough information so he could not only attempt to do the same with him – a sure fire failure without a white oak stake – but could use the people he loved against him. Threaten to kill them and you had an Original that was beginning to crumble enough to make mistakes. It galled him to say it, but perhaps Niklaus was right. They needed an army to defeat the de Martels for good … or a man angry enough to cut a bloody swathe through this town to cleanse it.
He’d tried to let the mood bleed away as he’d driven back to his apartment, but standing just inside the door with a tattered jacket in his hands, Elijah felt it creeping around the edges of his mind again. Wipe them all out, put an end to the problem, it was a simple equation, so why had he never seen this solution to it?
His gaze drifted up from his jacket as Tatia answered his call and appeared. Her voice had been a balm, even after the truth had stripped away any pretensions he had about who he was. Elijah frowned faintly at her before tossing aside the jacket he’d held, letting it fall over the back of the couch in a way he never usually would’ve left an item of clothing. Neatness was everything. ”I was followed,” he said tightly. One glance at his cuff had him cursing under his breath. The blood had literally been on his hands again. He had always warned his siblings that the de Martels would only drag them down, it looked as though he hadn’t been wrong.
Like the suit jacket, the shirt started to be stripped away. With brusque movements, he unbuttoned it, pulling it off hard enough in the end to have the seams tearing the same way his jacket had done. ”Tristan has been skulking around this town for too long. He finally grew bold enough to have one of his people get close to me.” Too close. It had been like a mouse daring to run too close to a cat. His paw had come down on the man and one problem was now rotting in an alleyway. ”I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gift that was left behind. His people can collect the pieces.” Clutching his shirt in one hand, he approached Tatia, studying her face with narrowed eyes. ”Are you sure you would have seen them? You’re friendly, approachable, they could have used any ruse to try and get their hands on you.” Elijah laid his on her now, the hand not clutching the shirt coming up to cup her jaw lightly, as though it would reveal Tristan’s fingerprints left all over her.
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TATIA PETROVA
Original Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 342
Age:
24/1000+
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Elijah Mikaelson
Played by:
Emma
Last seen Mar 11, 2024 23:12:10 GMT
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Post by TATIA PETROVA on Dec 29, 2023 23:17:55 GMT
Tatia had learned a long time ago never to let her guard down completely in Mystic Falls. There was always something going on in the town, often something dangerous, and Tatia knew that she had plenty of people in her life that she cared about that she could lose now. She didn’t have to worry about Elijah or the majority of the Mikaelsons because they were Originals just like she now was but when it came to Lukas, Henrik, the Salvatores and the rest of her friends, it was a different matter entirely. She knew just how easily life could be taken away from a person, after all she had experienced it twice herself. The first was back when Elijah lost control and killed her and the second was when she volunteered to be a part of Niklaus’s ritual to free his werewolf side so that Elena could live. It was never easy and she knew that wasn’t going to change but it always made her grateful for the time she had with the people she cared about. When it came to those people, Tatia always tried to keep them safe. She could tell when something was wrong with them and she was getting that feeling about Elijah now. Ever since she had come back he had always been so meticulous in his appearance and just the way he had tossed his jacket aside wasn’t like him at all. There was something going on, she had known that from the way he looked at her when he saw her, but what it was causing it she really wasn’t sure. She could smell the blood on him when he was normally so careful with that kind of thing and she couldn’t deny that she was worried. As he said he was followed, Tatia frowned. “Are you okay?” she asked. She knew that physically he would be fine but emotionally and mentally were two very different things. “What happened, who was following you?” Whoever it was must have been out of their mind to try and follow Elijah but she got the feeling that there was more to it than that if the way he was acting was anything to go by. “What good would he think that would do him?” Tatia asked as she looked over at Elijah. She knew about his history with Tristan but Elijah was an Original, he couldn’t be killed and Tristan had to know that. Following Elijah was only going to result in someone getting hurt and Elijah’s words were enough to make her realise that that had already happened. “Elijah, you can’t go leaving bodies around town. You know that,” she said, really not sure what had gotten into him. They needed to blend in and avoid drawing attention to themselves, there were already enough people dying and disappearing around Mystic Falls without any of them adding to the body count. “Stefan taught me well when I came back and so did you. I know how to look after myself,” she assured him gently. “Besides, they can’t do anything more to me than they can do to you now so what good would it do them?” she asked. She had never seen Elijah like this before, she had seen him worried about her safety and that of others and she had seen how upset and angry he was when the angels took Henrik but this was something else entirely. He seemed almost paranoid and that wasn’t like him at all. As he took hold of her chin, Tatia brought her hand up to cover his. “No one has tried to get to me, Elijah. I promise. This isn’t like you, what’s all this about?”ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 425
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 30, 2024 18:58:31 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Jan 9, 2024 22:31:05 GMT
Paranoia was not a new feeling. Targets had been painted on their backs the moment that Esther had turned their children into something unnatural to protect them. Instead it had done the opposite. Being impervious to disease or violence wasn’t a blessing, nature would never allow it to be. Enemies had followed Mikael for years, all of them looking to bring the Mikaelsons down – with Tristan leading the charge. As he had a hundred other times he would try and slither away from the blame now. Had the Strix been ordered to follow him and feed back every move to their weasel boss? Undoubtedly. Elijah for the itch between his shoulder blades grow, his gaze twitching away from the cuff of his shirt to the windows, around the apartment as though he couldn’t rest. He’d killed the first of them but only time would tell just how many others Tristan had tasked with surveillance.
The thin line of his mouth twitched at Tatia’s asking after his well-being. She had always been caring that way, tender and self-less, giving everything of herself to people like himself who didn’t entirely deserve that sort of care. Putting everything aside for others left her vulnerable to the real monsters out there. ”Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, his voice almost flat. Elijah hissed out a breath, fingers fumbling at the collar of his shirt, working his way down the chest without his usual grace. ”I was out on business. He thinks he can hide people here, that I won’t see them, but I’m not blind. I’ve seen the sort of people he surrounds himself with.” He’d known the man on sight, seeing Tristan in the too slick suit, the smug smile on his face that had twisted mockingly as he’d approached. For a moment as the heart had ceased beating in his hand he wondered if he could’ve been wrong, but then his blood had seemed to rush through him again. Certainty brought on a relief, a satisfaction he couldn’t remember feeling for a long time.
Elijah’s laugh was bitter, his fingers tightening in the shirt. It was ruined too, destined to be thrown aside like his patience had been. How long was he to take Tristan’s taunting? How long before his sister was back here blaming him for every ill that had found her overly long life. It would have been better for them all if she had perished, along with her brother, all those years before. ”He has always wanted to take my place,”[/n] Elijah muttered. ”Compelling them to believe that they were us twisted his mind somehow. Ever since he has wanted to stand where I do, to gather more power than we have. I believe he means to bring the entire family down. He cannot be allowed to harm Hope, Alice or Connor.” Anger swam through his veins again, drawing a hiss out of him.
Tatia’s warning about what he should know had the sound cutting off, his eyes going hard as he took another half step towards her. ”The only one to blame for the body was Tristan. He can pick up his own trash,” Elijah said quietly. Tossing the shirt aside, he reached for her, his fingers gentle for the moment, although only a short time ago they’d been tearing a beating heart from a man’s chest. ”It would take only a moment’s inattention for them to strike.” The muscles in his arm twitched as he pictured it. ”If he looks to harm me, who do you think he will come for first? Angering me is good enough for them. You do not think I’m capable of reading his mind? It is about him, about keeping us all safe. Do you not understand?” There was a tremor in his voice now, a strain to his body that had his fingers tightening faintly on her jaw despite the gentle touch of her hand on his.
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TATIA PETROVA
Original Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 342
Age:
24/1000+
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Elijah Mikaelson
Played by:
Emma
Last seen Mar 11, 2024 23:12:10 GMT
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Post by TATIA PETROVA on Feb 23, 2024 0:27:18 GMT
Tatia had known Elijah for a long time and it had to be said that this was the first time she had seen him like this. Even in his human days he was so careful and gentle but something in him seemed to have changed and she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t worried. She could smell the blood on him and given that he’d said he was followed she knew that it didn’t really bode well. Right now the way he was acting reminded her more of Niklaus than it did the man who had been her partner for so long and she knew that she needed to get to the bottom of what was going on. “You’re not acting like yourself, Elijah,” Tatia said gently. That much was clear to her but she wasn’t so sure that he could see it. All she could do was watch as his fingers fumbled over the buttons of his shirt. Normally Elijah was so graceful but now his movements seemed erratic almost and it was enough to put her on edge. She studied him carefully as he spoke again, not sure whether he was being paranoid or whether he really had been followed by one of Tristan’s minions. “Are you sure it was one of his people?” she asked, trying to gauge whether he had taken the steps he usually did to be sure. Elijah wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed taking the lives of others and she knew that he wouldn’t normally do so unless there was no other choice but this felt different somehow. “Had you seen the person with Tristan before?”She hadn’t been there when Elijah and his siblings had feared for their lives while Mikael was pursuing them but she had heard about what had happened with Tristan and the others. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like for Elijah, turning someone and then having to compel that person into believing that they were him to lure Mikael away, but Elijah’s family wasn’t helpless and it would be foolish to think that they were. “He’ll never bring your family down and we won’t let him hurt the kids,” Tatia assured him, knowing that there was no way that was going to be allowed to happen. Hope was a Tribrid and the twins were hybrids, they were all strong in their own right and they had the full might of the Mikaelsons around them not to mention the friends they had made so she doubted that Tristan would be able to get anywhere near them if he tried but then again she didn’t know Tristan personally and if Elijah was this worried then she knew that there had to be a good reason for it. Tatia was surprised at the way Elijah’s eyes hardened as he moved closer to her. “We need to be careful, Elijah. This is our home,” she said, her eyes locked on his as she spoke. “Tell me where you left the body. I’ll take care of it,” she added, knowing that it would be much better than leaving it for anyone to find. As Elijah said that it would only take a moment’s distraction for them to strike, Tatia’s expression softened. “I know it would but they can’t kill me and I know how to fight. You really don’t need to worry about me,” she assured him gently. There was a part of her that found it sweet that he was still worried about her even now but she knew that this was something else entirely. This wasn’t the Elijah she knew, something was wrong. As Elijah’s fingers tightened on her jaw, Tatia moved to pull his hand away. “You know him better than most but if he is up to something then we’ll face it together. You don’t have to do this alone,” she promised, knowing that she would stand with him just like always and so would the rest of his family. “You’re not yourself, Elijah. There’s something wrong.”ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 425
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 30, 2024 18:58:31 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Apr 2, 2024 17:50:31 GMT
”You mean I haven’t stood by and waited for him to try and take all of this from me?” Elijah asked coldly. Where Finn had been expected to one day take Mikael’s place and lead their people, he had expected to be the intelligent son, the cool headed advisor who could still wield a sword and his magic when necessary. Elijah scoffed, scattering the next button without care. It had been the same after he had been turned. The one mistake he had made in killing the woman he loved had been transformed into an educational moment. In the same way that Esther had manipulated Niklaus with magic to prevent his werewolf side from emerging, she had manipulated his mind. The logical son, always cool headed enough to see where his siblings were rushing into trouble. Still vicious enough to be able to deal with any threats coming their way. Noble in name only, still a monster beneath.
Threads tore, another button pinging away. His mouth pinched into a thin line, dark eyes narrowing at her as though he couldn’t believe she were questioning it. He was not a fool, the man had practically reeked of the de Martels. "Of course. What other reason would he have for following me.” A bitter laugh rolled out of Elijah as he shook his head, refusing to listen to that small voice in the back of his mind that said what if. ”They would not have allowed him to be seen with Tristan. He’s smarter than that. Everything he does it meant to blind us to what he’s really up to in this town.” Had Tristan even really been missing when Aurora had come to his apartment? It was all smoke and mirrors, meant to keep him reeling until they could make their final move.
Paranoia was starting to bleed into him. Elijah stiffened, refusing to glance at the window as though Tristan would be floating there, mocking him. His fingers were already trembling faintly until the strain of pulling at the fabric he’d wrapped around his hands. ”Some day he’ll find a way. We might see him coming, but there is no guarantee we’ll be able to stop him.” The thought left him twitching, anger boiling up again. He would not stand with the blood of his nieces and nephew on his hands the way he once had Tatia’s, knowing that it was his failure that had allowed the de Martels to get what they had always wanted.
The smile on Elijah’s lips was thin and sour. His family had been in this place long before the Founding families had decided to stake out their ground. They liked to claim ownership of this town, but if he chose the place could burn to the ground, blood running thick in the streets. ”As though anybody would notice another body here. You have seen it for yourself. The Sheriff will cover this up the same way she does all the others.” As though burying her head in the sand would stop the slaughter. The woman had no clue. Elijah tilted his head, gesturing vaguely at the window. ”Will you go and do his work for him?”
Tatia’s expression was softening, but that only boosted his temper. How could she not see the danger? ”How are you so blind?” he snapped. ”All I do is worry about you all and you still refuse to see the danger coming. We are always above it, always untouchable. We can’t even prevent Niklaus from burying his daggers in our backs.” Elijah’s expression only hardened as Tatia tried to pry his hand away. He let go, but only to grab for her wrist. ”There is nothing wrong. I can finally see what is really going on out there. You cannot. You’re blind. All of you are so blind. It infuriates me.” He hauled on her wrist, feeling his fingertips dig into her flesh. If she could not see sense he would shake it into her.
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