AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 167
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 12:09:59 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Aug 1, 2021 15:56:21 GMT
A simple note left on the table was enough to spark that fire inside of her. The one that causes her spiral into paranoia. ‘Strixs business to attend to. Be back soon’It wasn't that Aurora didn't believe Tristan, rather there was that voice in her head that was screaming what if. What if he wasn’t okay and something bad had happened. The note was undoubtedly written in his handwriting, but still she couldn’t silence that voice in her head. One name circulating around. The Mikaelsons. It fed into the paranoia brewing inside her, and the fact the family were in the same town as the De Martel’s amplified her concerns. Perhaps Tristan’s plans to lock the Mikaelsons away had become apparent and one of them had taken action. By one of them she was assuming Niklaus or Elijah, or both. Restless and agitated by her brother’s sudden disappearance she decided to take action. Scrolling through her phone she found the name of one of the Strixs witches and beckoned her to Mystic Falls. A simple locator spell would help to quash her concerns but when the spell didn’t work she spiralled even further, and there was no stopping her now. Any sense of reasoning flew out the window and Aurora wanted to know exactly where her brother was. Ordering the witch to do a second locator spell, but this time for Niklaus and Elijah. Niklaus was nowhere near Mystic Falls, Elijah however was right in the middle of the little town. Pacing back and forth in the overpriced apartment Tristan was renting, Aurora grabbed her coat and headed for the door, but the witch reminded her not to be too hasty. Elijah was wise and wouldn’t leave his door open for enemies to wander in as they pleased. The deed would most certainly be in a human’s name. Human’s were easy to find though. With the help of the witch, Aurora tracked down the owner of Elijah’s apartment within a few days. Fortunately, the human didn’t become collateral damage in the war between the two families, Aurora spared the human her life. She wasn’t looking to shed the blood of strangers today, only her enemy, Elijah. The compulsion however worked and the redhead was invited into Elijah's apartment. The rage was rolling through her veins as she entered the apartment block. She hadn’t seen Elijah in over 1000 years. Not since he compelled her to break up with Niklaus and run from the one they call the destroyer. She blamed him for everything that had happened to her thereafter. He ruined the De Martel’s, throwing about the excuse that it was to protect his family. In the end Lucien, Tristan and her were the ones who were collateral damage. Their first mistake was becoming intertwined with a family that only looks out for themselves. Happy to step on everyone else so long as they were safe in the long run. All in the name of ‘always and forever. His apartment number was easy to find too. Mikaelson above the letterbox. She hated nothing more than the fact she couldn’t kill Elijah without ending her brother’s life as well. At least that was what the rumour mill was spitting out. Every vampire's life tethered to the original creator, but it was a theory that was yet to be tested. But just because he couldn’t be killed didn’t mean he shouldn’t suffer. With an axe in hand, she strolled through the corridors in the apartment building, green eyes scanning the number of every door. She had passed the point of reasoning. Fully controlled by the voices in her mind. Her brother wasn’t safe and needed saving. Soon she found the apartment. No need for formalities, instead she launched her right foot into the door breaking it open with ease. The apartment was quiet inside though, with no sign of Elijah. So, she took a seat in the armchair. Awaiting the original vampire's arrival. ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Sept 12, 2021 17:07:14 GMT
The horizon didn’t show a single cloud as he drove back from Whitmore. Not just no dark clouds but an unmarked pale fall blue. Perhaps given the threat his aunt still posed to the town and their family it should’ve been boiling black. Elijah’s lips pursed faintly as he let his gaze tick up to it again. Other things in this town announced their presence with storms that tore the sky open, sending bolts of lightning racing across those pewter clouds in a blinding net. Some sign of the evil to come, but never with her.
Dahlia’s painful truth had left them gathering the wagons around the children that had miraculously come to them after all this time. Niklaus fiercer than ever, Henrik doing what he had thought best in casting the spell over all of them that had twisted up with Dahlia’s magic. There was no denying that sixteen year olds were easier to protect than helpless babies but they came with difficulties of their own too. Uncle Elijah. That was still taking some getting used to.
He pulled off of the road through the woods onto the smoother blacktop that wound through town. He should’ve known from the moment he had found Tatia out on the road that something more was coming. Foolishly he’d thought that the biggest threat would come from his own siblings but it had proven to be so much more. Elijah’s hands tightened on the wheel as he picked his way through Mystic Falls’ streets. Dark eyes moved restlessly from one passing face to another, rarely lingering longer than a moment. They hadn’t seen it coming that first time, what were the chances they would do this time? Especially with others waiting, clinging to Dahlia’s skirts, just hoping for her to weaken them all so they could finally step up.
Tristan. Even in his head the name rang darkly. Muscles twitched in his jaw as Elijah passed the alleyway where he’d shoved the younger vampire up against the wall. Fists tight in the front of Tristan’s suit, suspicion dripping from his lips. Promises that he wasn’t here to start trouble but he would believe that as much as a change of heart from Dahlia. They were both here to take and he wasn’t about to let either get their wish.
Later he would return to Whitmore to take Tatia for dinner, shrugging off this mood like a cloak when he did, but for now Elijah let it close tight around his shoulders. A problem to bear, to be worked through. One to cling onto as he parked in the lot behind his building and started up. A shield that froze like stone around him as he emerged from the elevator to see the door hanging open, raw wood splintered around the lock. One of them had finally come and hadn’t bothered with subtlety.
There was no point in creeping, if they had lingered they would have heard him coming the moment the elevator doors had dinged. A slow stroll to the door though, fingers tenting against it as he pushed it open. Elijah stood in the opening, dark eyes fixed on the form in the armchair. Facing the door, its occupant was fully visible. The tumble of red hair he’d seen streaming like a banner as she’d compelled Aurora, Lucien and Tristan to flee, believing they were the Mikaelsons and it was their own father on their trail. He should’ve known it wouldn’t take long for Aurora to follow in her brother’s footsteps.
Elijah made a low sound in his throat, reaching out to brush fingertips over the torn wood around the lock. Eyes crinkling at the corners as he narrowed them he glanced at the damage and then at the vampire and the axe she clutched. ”Knocking got you nowhere?” he enquired, his tone civil. ”I’m guessing from your presence that you found the owner of the apartment. I hope you left them in one piece, they had no part in this.” Keeping a watchful eye on her Elijah stepped into the apartment, pushing the door lightly closed behind her. ”No Tristan to hold your choke chain?” A hint of wry amusement in the winging of one dark brow. Elijah circled Aurora carefully, heading for the kitchen counter that bisected the open space. His body language non-perturbed, he selected one of the bone white coffee cups and slipped it into the machine, fingers already programming a cup of espresso.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 167
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 12:09:59 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Sept 17, 2021 18:18:52 GMT
There was an element of sanity buried deep inside her mind. Behaviour driven by past experiences caused by falling for the wrong person. Dropping her barriers and letting him in. It was one of her biggest mistakes. If only she looked the other way and didn't stumble into their trap. Into Elijah's trap. For him, it was a way out, but for Aurora, it was the beginning of her downfall. That small crack in her mind was forced open as delusional thoughts and paranoia seeped in. Even Tristan couldn’t stop her at times. It was a part of her she hated. Knowing in a few days she’ll reflect on her decisions to barge into Elijah’s apartment and be angry at herself for being so thoughtless. Diving into the situation head first without a plan and failing to consider the risks. He was an original vampire. One who was stronger and faster than she was, but she considered none of that. She was only concerned about her brother. Convinced Elijah had kidnapped him. It was that part of her that she wanted to keep hidden from Damien for as long as possible. Scared he’d bolt in the other direction if he found out how unstable she can be at times. The ups could be fun at times, but it was the downs that exhausted her. It caused her to retreat into a corner of the room until she had enough energy to pull herself out of the darkness. It was something she was accustomed to by now, but it was only a matter of time before Damien discovered her true weakness. Mosty believed it’s her brother but it has always been herself. Even as she sat thinking about the reaper she grew agitated. He too had a sibling, a brother as well, albeit one who wasn’t visible to the naked eye. Still, she was concerned he might do something to wedge the pair apart. History repeating itself. It was those concerns that kept her away from pursuing any kind of romantic relationship in the years that followed after she turned. That and having Tristan and Lucien lurking in the behaviour. One playing the overbearing brother, the other playing the jealous lovesick friend. Now they were both out of the picture, leaving her in control of her own life. A privilege that hadn’t been granted to her in centuries due to her brother’s obsession to keep her safe. She could hear footsteps coming down the hallway, impossible to tell whether they belonged to Elijah or not. Aurora shuffled in the chair, sitting upright as she did so. Ready for an attack as her grip tightened around the bat. Green eyes watched as Elijah came into view, but she remained sitting. One thing that kept the fear at bay was the assumption Elijah wouldn’t kill her. His brother’s first love. It was a brave assumption considering he tore their relationship apart for his own selfish reasons. Her body tensed up as Elijah gilded his fingers along his doorframe. It had been over 1000 years since she’d last laid eyes on him. Her brother actively kept her out of anything Strix’s related, concerned she’d destroyed his little fan group. Seeing his ageless face stirred those memories inside her. The saddening uncomfortable memories from her human years. Even now she regretted the things she said to Klaus that evening. Words that were never her own, to begin with, yet her mouth spoke them. The look on his face was something that remained with her to the present day. The heartbreak in his eyes as she called him a monster. In the end, it was Elijah who was the monster. One that hid behind expensive suits and pride. “The human is alive and well. There is no need to bring innocent parties into this millennium old feud” Aurora could be ruthless when she wanted to be, but she tried to keep innocent casualties to a minimum. The redhead quickly rose to her feet at the mention of her brother’s name. Nails digging into the wooden handle of the bat. She watched as the older vampire made his way over the kitchen. His demeanour relaxed, as always. The arrogance rolled off him, knowing Aurora was no threat to him. She stepped forward, dragging the bat along the floor as she did so, “Return my brother to me and I shall leave you in peace to enjoy your coffee” Just being in the same room as Elijah made her blood run cold as anger bubbled at the surface. She tried her best to remain as nonchalant as Elijah, but it was clear she was a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode. ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Dec 2, 2021 19:33:59 GMT
It had been inevitable – both the appearance of the de Martels in town eventually, given faces from their past were popping up round Mystic Falls like poisonous mushrooms, just waiting a Mikaelson to take a bite, and Aurora eventually finding her way to him. Fists tight in his shirt, he had given Tristan an ultimatum. Leave Mystic Falls or suffer the consequences. He had doubted that Tristan would given in so easily but he had been suspiciously inconspicuous since their alley run-in. Likely licking his wounds and calling in as many reinforces as family and the shattered remnants of the Strix could muster.
As Niklaus would have been Aurora was the sharp and unpredictable edge of it all. Not the blunt instrument stubbornness of Tristan, or Lucien’s slyness. They would been perhaps easier to reason with at least. Aurora had been unstable long before he had killed her and by all accounts the intervening years had done little to change it.
She stayed seated at least, while he pushed open the apartment door and stepped inside. An auburn landmine to be avoided. It took so little to leave her exploding, a hair-trigger primed for his family from the moment he had intervened in that brief and inevitably doomed relationship between her and Niklaus. Stretching his senses out Elijah might have found that the building’s owner’s, the one who lived in the ‘penthouse’ that sprawled across the top floor of the building, thudding steadily two floors upstairs but splitting his now could prove a foolish move.
Elijah let his hand linger on the edge of the door for a moment as he eyed the redhead steadily. His mouth curled faintly at the corners, the only tell in a purposefully blank face. He clucked his tongue, his head tilting slightly as Aurora pushed to her feet, her hand gripping hard enough to splinter the bat if she wasn’t careful. ”A feud requires two warring parties, does it not?” he asked tightly. ”I’m sure he’ll appreciate your leniency, even if it means fixing what you shattered to get entry.” After all that had happened the de Martels could have been set aside, another bloody mistake consigned to his family’s history. Only they had refused to fade away. Envy, or perhaps living for more than a century as the Original family while Mikael had pursed them, had continued to drive them on.
Dark eyes rose from the cup where liquid just as dark dripped thickly into the squat cup. They fixed on Aurora as the huff of humour eventually rolled from him. Elijah propped his hips against the edge of the counter, mock wincing as the bat scraped and clattered over the wide boards of the original wooden flooring in the converted building. ”So I have your brother hidden away somewhere? That is news,” he drawled lightly. He lifted the cup to his lips as the flow of coffee cut off, taking a sip in a purposefully unhurried way. ”Perhaps while you tear the apartment apart looking for him, I can pour you something. Espresso? A latte perhaps, too much caffeine is not good for you, now, is it?” Elijah drained his own cup, set it down before he selected another to reprogramme the machine. Deft fingers popping in another pod. ”What made you believe I had done anything to your brother?” Disarming with the pushing of the woman’s numerous buttons before he’d dropped the question in. Perhaps Tristan had scurried from town with his tail between his legs after all.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 167
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 12:09:59 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Dec 19, 2021 15:23:35 GMT
She was told to stay away from the Mikaelsons by Tristan, but that brought her no joy. Aurora had done her waiting. A thousand years of waiting. Almost every day was filled with daydreams of slaughtering the family one by one, leaving Elijah to last. Make him suffer as he watches his loved ones die. Unfortunately, Elijah’s life was tied to Tristan’s. Death was a fate far too kind for him anyway. He deserved to suffer, as she had. Physical suffering for all the mental suffering she had endured over the years. There was never an apology from any of the members of the treacherous family. No acknowledgement of their wrongdoing. The first few years perhaps it was something she would have accepted, but after so long nothing was acceptable. No apology could wash away the damage Elijah had caused to Aurora’s mind. A mind that was already susceptible to damage. Shallow cracks had started to show from a young age, yet her father and brother seemed fine. Back then they just thought she was a young woman with a wild imagination. Allowing herself to run away with her thoughts, but it ran deeper than that. The truth was never exposed until she was turned. The urge to lash out was there, but she contained it. At least for a moment. She watched him carefully. Her fingers curled tight around the axe as he entered the room, the wood beneath her grip threatening to snap. Green eyes bored into him with an expression of hatred. The same expression she wore when she told Klaus he was no good for her. A person unworthy of her love, “It is a war you started in the 11th century when you were too much of a coward to face your own father” The word coward spat out of her mouth. That is all she’d ever seen him as. Not this nobleman he tried to present himself as. “Your suits don’t fool me Elijah” Her eyes wandered past him and onto the door. She shrugged casually, “You are lucky I only broke the door” She swung the axe up with ease, “There are a number of fine paintings in this apartment, but I came for you, not your paintings” The axe dropped to the floor with a thud, her hand still clasped tightly around the handle. He was denying knowing anything about Tristan’s whereabouts. Of course, he was. He wasn’t about to spill his plans for Aurora to hear and the original vampire wasn’t stupid enough to keep her brother locked in his apartment. Somewhere easy for anyone to find. “If you wish to play games, then so be it” She took a step forward, the axe dragging harshly along the floor. The sound of the metal scraping along the wooden floor filled the quiet. Green eyes shot up at Elijah, narrowing slightly as they focused on him, “So you have done something to my brother?” She snapped. A cold callous laugh rolled from her mouth as her eyes scanned the room quickly. “Tell me where he is” She took another step closer to the kitchen counter that stood between her and Elijah as if it was a kind of barrier between the two. She knew she’d lose in a fight against Elijah, but that never deterred her. She was riding on the hope he would never kill his brother’s first love, but that idea was hanging by a fine thread. He had challenged that very idea when he compelled Aurora to break Klaus’ heart. With one quick swoop, she slammed the axe down into the kitchen counter, the surface cracking as the edge embedded into it. “Now, tell me where I can find my brother” Her right hand rested on the handle, her grip still tight. “I know you and he crossed paths recently. You told him to leave town. I am merely putting two and two together” Though in her mind two and two together rarely made four. ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Feb 2, 2022 20:35:43 GMT
They all judged. One glimpse, one moment’s brutality from his family’s hands laid upon them, just a single rumour reaching them to swirl around in ears that hadn’t witnessed a thing. Even having believed that they were the Mikaelsons for a century, Tristan, Aurora and Lucian thought they knew it all and could pass down that damnation. It was almost enough to wring a laugh out of him but Elijah bit his tongue as Aurora glared at him. One verbal blow too many and she would attempt to turn that axe on him. Belief driving her, even if it was twisted. Once upon a time, for his family’s sake, he had compelled her to push Niklaus away, to run away into the night with others. Surely a crime of some sort, although the regret for his actions with them were nowhere near as choking as his had been with Tatia. There was enough blame at their own feet to choke them on their hypocrisy – if any of them were capable of feeling it.
Lips curled faintly at her, a sharp twist to the line of them that only such accusations could bring. The heels of his shoes squeaked lightly against the floorboards as Aurora rose, bracing his body for the inevitable moment when Aurora would fling herself at him, rage adding thousands of pounds of weight to the bat she held. Elijah tilted his head further, the flinty brown of his eyes narrowing to slits. ”Not all our fathers did as yours did, Aurora,” he crooned lightly. ”Had yours wanted him dead would you not have found any way possible to escape him?” A dark brow rose but his tone still did not heat. ”Setting your family on a different path to ours was the only way.” After all this time Elijah doubted he would drum that through her head. It would be a railroad spike of truth, merely cracking that corrupted shell of her mind open further.
Things. That was all. Elijah’s eyes ticked from painting to vase, to the art deco clock on the mantle. Human trappings, some of which held sentimental value but if every piece in the apartment was reduced to dust it would be but a moment’s heartache. Life, however, eternal or regifted, would be another matter entirely. It was those lives that had left him again trying to drive Tristan away. This time with what he had thought was far less success. “You brought the axe for me? I’m sure even you realise that nothing you do with such a thing could ever rid this world of me or any member of my family.” Elijah still watched as she let the axe fall to the floor. Bluster. Tatia might have been as they were now but both Freya and Henrik were still as fragile as they had been before Esther had damned the rest of them.
The sigh was deep, fingers peeling away from the cup as he lingered with it, spreading in the air in a ghost of that universal symbol of surrender. Not the moment for her to start swinging in frustration. Elijah took his time, swiping a drop of coffee from his upper lip. “The truth is no game, although it seems you do not wish to hear it,” he chided. Aurora was closer than she had been, the axe’s head gauging her path across the apartment with the deep gashes in the wood. Pale streaks that would be hell to erase, undoubtedly her aim. A payment wrung from him even if it didn’t get Tristan back.
Elijah turned his back to pour Aurora a cup, knowing his nonchalance would get beneath her thin skin. He tapped his fingers against the side of a fresh cup, humming as he set it on the machine. A man comfortable at work. ”I thought you had tired of games?” He adjusted the handle on the cup a quarter inch, watching Aurora search the apartment – as though she had not already done so before he’d returned home – in the curved reflection on the glossy machine. “The last I saw of Tristan was him walking away, free. Leaving his ears ringing with a warning does no make me his master – or his father.” It did possibly make him the last man to have seen the scheming vampire ‘alive’ but he doubted that. If Tristan had disappeared from this town it was of his own volition.
Not that Aurora would believe it. He had seen the light glint from the axe as it was swung, had not taken the step back that would have given the insane woman an ounce of satisfaction. Elijah flicked the splinters of wood from the machine, grumbling slightly as he noticed the one now floating in the coffee. His expression was pinched as he set it upon the counter, nudging it towards her with a finger. “I cannot tell you what I do not know,” he said coldly. “If you know what he was told, why will you not believed that he merely followed orders?” Because it was not in Tristan’s competitive nature. Tristan now saw the Strix as his and would not rest until he had finally wrung some sort of vow from him that he would not attempt to put his hand on that wheel again.
“Drink and drop the axe, Aurora. If your brother has come to some harm it was not at my hands. Do you think I should care if it has come at another’s?” Elijah held his hands up, fingers curled into his palms, their backs to the vampire in front of him as though she were about to put him in cuffs. Not a tear was shed if all three were finally wiped from the world, it was one more crime erased from his slate.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 167
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
The king may rule the kingdom, but it’s the queen who moves the board
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 12:09:59 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Feb 20, 2022 21:27:24 GMT
She wanted to scream. Scream so loudly at Elijah, just let all this pent-up anger out, but that would only add to his assumption that she was crazy. Okay, she was crazy, but she was right about this. Elijah did have her brother. She knew it, but of course, he wasn’t going to admit to that freely. She was prepared to tear this town apart to find her sibling, safe and well. Their devotion to each other was dangerous. Neither of them would stand still if they believed the other was in trouble. They’d march straight towards death for each other because they had no one else. Their parents were dead, along with the rest of their family. Tristan was all she had left. Their father probably searched the land high and low to find his children after they disappeared one night. If only he’d searched further than France he might have found them, but they wouldn’t even recognize him as their father. He would have been a stranger to them for the next century. “There were other ways” She refused to believe Elijah’s only option was to ruin her life. It was his quickest option and he was too selfish to explore any other possibilities. Or maybe he just wanted to keep Aurora and Klaus apart. She could have made Klaus very happy if Elijah hadn’t interfered. There he was. Flawing his immortality. Mocking her for bringing an axe. She wasn’t exactly thinking straight when she tore it from the wall in the apartment building. “You still feel pain” She could drive the axe deep inside his chest, over and over again. “Perhaps I could cut you up into little tiny pieces and scatter your body parts from here to Alaska” She mimicking picking something up and dropping it on the floor. Something she dreamt of doing, “One day your family will fall and I will bear witness to that” One day someone would successfully destroy the family. She watched carefully as the original vampire turned around, pouring her a cup of coffee. As if they were two old friends just having a catch up about life over a cup of coffee. “You made threats towards my brother and now he is missing” Well, in Aurora’s head he was. Being held captive somewhere by Elijah’s minions because he didn’t leave town as instructed. She tried to talk him into leaving Mystic Falls, together, not wanting to spend another second near the Mikaelsons, but as always he ignored her. She wanted to hear the truth about where her brother was and whatever little patience she had was disappearing with every passing second. The only way she knew how to deal with the rage was to slam the axe down into the counter. Elijah didn’t even flinch. Nothing. He wasn’t even reacting to her demands. White knuckles as she held tightly onto the handle. There was no way her brother followed his sire’s orders. He was far too proud. Drink and drop the axe. Why would she do such a thing? With one tug the axe broke free from the wood and was by her side once more. She could feel the emotion creeping up inside her. She was on the verge of breaking and was fighting to keep everything at bay. After a few seconds of silence, she dropped the axe, the handle hitting the floor in a loud thump. The tears were on the brink of forming in her eyes, but she refused to let them spill in front of Elijah. In a blur, she left the apartment. ELIJAH MIKAELSON = the end
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