LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Aug 21, 2024 19:33:31 GMT
Lawrence’s fingers drove down into the palms of his hands, the bone threatening to snap beneath the skin as he tried to remain grounded. There was no turning back now. The vial of Magnus’ blood was tucked in his jacket, notes had been left to Phoebe and Teddy and a letter had been sent to Penny. The notes to his sister and Teddy were short and sweet, explaining what he was going to do and asked them not to tell him what happened. The letter to Penny was longer, spanning over two pages. Once that pen hit the papers feelings came rushing out at him via the ink. He explained to her how he’d fallen for her, harder than he expected. He was sorry for what he was about to do, but he needed to do it for his own sake. His emotions right now were like fibreglass and all it would take was a small comment from Penny and they’d shatter. Erasing the pain caused by Penny would be the ultimate way to heal his broken heart. It was just the impending compulsion which was having his heart race deep in his chest, it was asking Elijah to do it for him without tearing his head off or even worse infecting him. They were overall an unapproachable family. There was no fucking way Lawrence would be asking Klaus to do this or even Kol He’d witness first hand how damn ruthless the pair could be. Just uttering the word Mikaelson in New Orleans had vampires running for cover, Lawrence included. There were hundreds of things he wished he could compel away though. The pain of being abandoned by his parents, the guilt he carried after ripping through small towns for two years with no humanity, the devastation of leaving behind Rosie to save himself. The hurt Penny caused would be one less thing to carry. Lawrence asked around in the vampire community until someone finally handed over Elijah’s address. Just as someone was leaving the building he managed to slip in, heading straight for the elevator. Was there time to turn back? The elevator door pinged open, slowly he stepped inside, pressing the buttons for Elijah’s floor. His hand hesitated over the doorbell as he thought about Penny. He reminded himself there was zero chance they’d end up together. That thought pushed him to ring the doorbell. Lawrence took a few steps back, waiting for Elijah to appear at the door. Suddenly it sunk open and Lawrence offered him a forced smile. “Elijah. Sorry to bother you. I’m Lawrence… we may have met in New Orleans a few decades back. I was friends with Marcel.” When he arrived in the city he was greeted by two options. Live by Marcel’s rules or leave New Orleans. Lawrence took option one knowing he had nowhere else to turn. “I’m here to ask for a favour. In return I can help you with this virus you’ve caught.” The vial of blood remained in his jacket. He wasn’t going to whip out the cure yet. He needed to be sure Elijah would compel him before handing over Magnus’ blood. 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 Aug 26, 2024 19:11:16 GMT
Seclusion, hiding behind the closed blinds of his apartment. Tristan undoubtedly would’ve laughed to see one of the Mikaelsons brought as low as his sister. Shuttered away to protect themselves and others from the madness that raged in their heads. Elijah supposed it was karmic retribution for all that he had done in the name of family over the centuries, but having something to blame for his state had made it no easier to deal with.
Stood in the glossy kitchen – entirely replaced after Aurora had taken her axe to it – Elijah poured the blood bag into a glass, refusing the indignity of sucking on it like a child with a juice box. He had not been brought that low by this virus, although he could still feel the hum of it in his system. One lax thought was all it took for the feelings of rage to slip back into place, paranoia arriving again on its heels. Were the de Martels just waiting for him to be brought low enough for them to take over this town? Was he truly starting to recover from this virus, or was it just a part of its process? Lulling you into thinking that you were on the mend, that sanity was yours again, when all it was waiting for was a target to strike at. That he hadn’t given it.
For her sake he had asked Tatia to stay away, begging her not to come to him again, not until he was past hurting her, or past infecting her. The Salvatores would take her in again. His siblings probably thought themselves immune to this still, but all the same he had tried to throw up barriers against them coming here too. Niklaus walking through the door would be like throwing a match into a powder keg, the explosion of anger and old frustrations would consume them both and perhaps those around them too. He had regained control of himself once before, with Esther’s help.
His mouth pinched into a thin line as he tossed the blood bag and headed for the couch. He had never imagined himself wanting his mother’s help again, but under the circumstances it might have taken the edge off in a way that isolation hadn’t. The first couple of weeks he had been climbing the walls, making it as far as the street three times. A single sharp word from a passing teenager had snapped his head around, his gums already burning with the need to project his fangs. He would’ve learned to keep a civil tongue in his mouth in the moments before he bled to death, and the blood of another innocent would’ve been on his hands.
Elijah sipped from the glass, curling the fingers of the other hand into his palm. Telling himself that it had only been a handful of lives lost was cold comfort. Each had been someone’s husband, a wife, a son or daughter, a brother or sister. They had deserved more than to be tossed aside like trash because for once he had been just vulnerable enough for this thig to take hold in him. Each day that had passed in the time since had softened the itch in his system, bringing him closer to the point where he could trust himself, but he wasn’t there yet. The spike of irritation that jabbed through his system as the buzzer rang was proof of that.
The glass was set down lightly on the coffee table, a quiet warning to whoever had made it through the front door of the building and up to his apartment. Like a bird of prey, Elijah slowly turned his head towards the door. He rose quietly, ears straining as he approached. The family, Tatia, they knew better than to approach until he allowed them to. Dark eyes narrowed as the door swung open to reveal a face that might not have been immediately familiar without the words spilling from that strained smile. Someone from New Orleans choosing to turn up right now? Suspicious, but thankfully it wasn’t enough now to have him tearing the man’s heart out without warning.
”Marcel had a lot of people who considered themselves friends,” he said coolly. They had all vied for the attention of the boy king then. ”It has been a long time…” he started, fully intending to shut the door in his face with a polite rebuffing of whatever connection he believed existed between them now. Lawrence continued with his pitch though, mention of the virus snapping his gaze back to his a heartbeat before he gripped the front of his shirt to drag him into the apartment. Keeping his fingers knotted in the front of his clothes, Elijah shoved the door shut, pushing Lawrence back against it. ”What do you know of the virus? Were you the one to create it, hoping to lever some favour from my family in return for saving us from the thing you created?” Paranoia nibbled at the edge of the thoughts, thankfully not eating him alive as it had done only weeks ago.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Sept 16, 2024 15:06:14 GMT
In New Orleans he was warned not to fuck with the orginial family. They were people he’d never even heard of until he stepped foot in the city– a city which once belonged to them. His parents gave him a very brief rundown on how vampires came about, but they failed to mention that the family was still alive. Never in a million years would they think their son was about to attempt to make some kind of deal with one of them. Most would think what’s the worst that could happen? Elijah refuses. But no, the worst thing that could happen is he kills Lawrence. Jesus, he was actually putting himself in harm's way just so he could forget about Penny. Was he actually that desperate? Or just plain stupid? Elijah was over a thousand years old, surely he could understand how painful a heartbreak could be. There was no point trying to appeal to Elijah’s better nature though as Lawrence was convinced the man didn’t have one. Lawrence used the word friend loosely. He was part of Marcel’s little army of vampires, but Lawrence always questioned just how much he could trust the other vampire. A man who punished people for not living by his rules. No draining the tourists, no leaving bodies in alleyways. These were all rules that helped Lawrence gain some control over his urges though. “True.” He responded with a quick shrug. He had anticipated a cold reception, but the intensity in Elijah's eyes was more than he had bargained for. As Elijah's grip tightened on his shirt, Lawrence maintained his calm, knowing that panic would only worsen the situation. Lawrence didn’t respond straight away, formulating a response internally instead of saying the first thing that sprang to mind– there was a first time for everything. “I ain’t smart enough to create something like that.” But between them all they were smart enough to find a cure, “This virus is older than me and I have evidence to prove that. It seems it wasn’t created for your family.” Well, Lawrence had no idea why it had been created, but the grimoires suggested it had nothing to do with Elijah. “I may have a cure.” He finally admitted. 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 Oct 5, 2024 18:32:03 GMT
Henrik had done what he could for him. Spells taking the worst edge off of the virus, but it had still been brutal. Any grip he had once had over his own mind turned slippery as silk. A single wrong word could have him turning on the one that had spoken, not enough of who he was left accessible in his mind to have him stepping back from it. In his most lucid moments apologies had spilled from him, but Elijah knew that they wouldn’t be enough to make up for all he had done under the control of the virus. Regrets would swim in later, threatening to drown him in guilt, but for now he was still mostly free of them. Which was unfortunate for the young man at his door.
Time had proven that the man he’d killed on the street the day the virus had finally left him insensible to reality had not been a threat sent by the de Martels, but it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be one eventually. His absence from the streets of Mystic Falls had certainly been noticed even if the truth behind what had happened hadn’t found its way out of their four walls. It would have been the perfect time for Tristan to make his move – if he had been willing to waste fifty or sixty of his people in the first wave, trying to tire him out before he had swept in with his sister at his side. Each morning he had woken anticipating that this would be the day it would happen. Eventually the paranoia had started to wear off, but now it washed back up his throat like the taste of the blood he’d just downed.
Suspicion burned in his eyes, but the man didn’t crumble under it as though some might. His broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, brushing off his observation that Marcel was the sort of man who attracted a lot of those who wanted to bask in the spotlight of his power – the power that had once belonged to the Original family. ”But you believe you’re one of those who truly was close to him. I’m sure he’d agree if I happened to reach out to him? Hmm.” Their family had been out of New Orleans for years, but there were enough there who would still rush to answer his questions if he decided to double check the story he was being told now.
Some part of him would have revelled if the man had started to panic. Like a cat who only grew more interested as its prey startled, he would have been satisfied if he’d had the opportunity to tear the truth out of him one bloodied word at a time. If there was any proof that he was not yet free of the virus, it was that. Elijah felt as though cold water had suddenly been tossed at the heat of his temper. Wait, that small voice in the back of his mind warned, listen. For months it had been drowned out, his conscience a true void. ”But you’re smart enough to know that I have been infected with it, smart enough to come here offering some sort of a miracle cure.” In the depths of the virus he would not have waited to hear about it, the man’s heart would already be tumbling to the floor.
Elijah’s brows furrowed as the man continued to explain. He was a vampire, older could have meant close to a thousand years of this thing burning its way around the world. Surely if it had been going on that long he would have known about it. His fingers loosened slightly, doubts burning holes in his suspicions. ”If not for us, then for who? What proof do you have of any of this?” A cure. Freezing in place, Elijah stared down at him, his thoughts buffering as he tried to find some false note in the vampire’s tone. ”May have? You mean this could just be snake oil. If you know of its origins, then surely you would know one way or another if this cure of yours works.” And if it did, would it work on an Original? He had already come further than any other he knew that had suffered with this. Those who had been tearing each other apart on the streets of Mystic Falls hadn’t shown a single sign that they were recovering from it the same way he was.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Oct 20, 2024 19:44:43 GMT
There was a chance his parents held the answers to some of the mysteries swirling around Mystic Falls. Why had someone engineered a virus that turned people into crazed maniacs? Unfortunately, they weren’t alive to provide those answers. Of course, they existed in a realm that could be contacted. All Lawrence had to do was ask Teddy to make contact with someone on the other side to track down his parents. Lawrence liked to think that if Elijah reached out to Marcel, he’d remember him. “I lived there for fifty years, so I doubt he’s forgotten me. Just say it’s Lawrence, ex-warlock, Canadian.” After all, there weren’t exactly many Canadian ex-warlocks wandering around New Orleans. But even as he said it, Elijah planted a seed of doubt in his mind. Maybe this was a scare tactic to see if Lawrence would slip up and admit he didn’t know Marcel at all. He’d been called many things in his life, but smart wasn’t usually one of them. Lawrence didn’t figure all this out on his own. “There are whispers that you’ve been infected,” he said, glancing at Elijah. “News travels fast here. It only took a few weeks before people were talking about Hector’s erratic behaviour.” And now the rumours were circling around Elijah too, though he seemed to have kept himself under control, unlike Hector, who had spiralled quickly. Lawrence had also heard about the Mikaelsons' legendary paranoia, their obsession that enemies were always lurking. In fairness, they weren’t wrong; they’d made plenty of enemies over the centuries. “It’s in my family’s grimoires, though it’s not clear who the virus was intended for,” he added, eyebrows furrowed. The origins of the virus were still a mystery, but it hadn’t just appeared out of thin air. Someone created it, and for a purpose. “It works,” Lawrence continued, his voice lower. “It’s been tested on another vampire. They’re cured.” He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to name names. Hector was the obvious example, but bringing up Magnus would be risky. “Some vampires are immune to the virus, and their blood is the cure.”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 Oct 29, 2024 20:56:00 GMT
How many vampires had come and gone in those years that they’d spent in New Orleans, let alone the decades that had passed since? Like comets they’d enter into the orbit around the Original family, wanting a taste of the power and privilege they had lived with in the city. Some, unfortunately, flew too close to the sun that was the Mikaelsons and died, others basked in it, circling around again and again before they tore loose. Considering how long they had been there, there was a good chance that the young vampire before him had been caught up in it, or at least in the weaker pull of Niklaus’ son.
Marcel had been the closest thing to one then. A trusted member of the family. If he gave the word that the man before him now was to be trusted, they would likely have believed it – although the Mikaelson paranoia never truly went away, especially when it vied for control of his mind right alongside the virus. Elijah made a low sound in his throat, one that carried the edge of doubt, but only the thinnest silvery line of it. ”An ex-warlock,” Elijah muttered, his eyes narrowing. From the whispers that had come out of New Orleans in the last few years, warlocks weren’t Marcel’s favourite people, but a vampire who had lost his power – now that was something the Mikaelsons could empathise wise.
There was a line to be drawn – the trusted on one side, those he was certain were here do his harm on the other. Reaching out to Marcel would confirm which side of that line Lawrence was to be on, but Elijah didn’t step back to do it, not when Lawrence was muttering the truth as he knew it and backing himself up firmly onto that line. Did he not realise that it could snap his neck before he realised he’d said a single wrong word – did he not realise that he would snap his neck if the virus exerted too much control on him?
”Hector was too far gone,” Elijah muttered, his mind skittering sideways towards compassion for a man who surely wouldn’t survive with the virus burning such a hole through his system. The news should not have gone as far as it did, especially since my fall from grace was not as public as Hector’s.” There had been the body left in the lobby of Hector’s apartment building though, the first one he’d dropped on the street. All it took was a whisper that the noble Mikaelson was leaving bodies scattered all over town for the gossip to start and to circle around to the truth.
The hand that could have punched through Lawrence’s chest slowly released him. The ex-warlock hadn’t provided details yet, but what he had alluded to had been enough to short circuit the murderous thoughts that had threatened to well up in his brain. ”Undoubtedly for someone powerful. Why waste such a prize on a handful of vampires who mean nothing in the grand scheme of things?” Although Hector likely wouldn’t have seen himself that way – or the young man before him. Elijah’s gaze remained on him, his brows furrowed. ”Your family showed great fore-thought in creating a cure for something that had not yet been released.” Which painted them with suspicion, but if Lawrence spoke the truth and another had been cured, there would be a chance to burn this from his system in one go instead of waiting for the healing to complete itself.
”I should have seen it,” he muttered hoarsely. All that time with Tatia, with Henrik, and neither had sickened with it. Perhaps their blood had been the solution all along, but Lawrence was offering a guaranteed solution. Elijah’s expression hardened again, his hand rising to drag over the lower half of his face. ”And what would you expect in return for offering me such a cure, Lawrence? Fame? Wealth? A favour from the Original family?” The first two could be come by easily enough without having to lay his head on the Mikaelsons chopping block.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Nov 13, 2024 20:17:17 GMT
Just uttering the words ex-warlock decades ago would have left Lawrence with a hollow ache in his chest. Having his magic ripped away was a fate worse than death. It felt as if a part of him was missing, replaced by something darker. His connection to nature had been severed the moment he drank human blood, leaving him feeling empty. His mother had promised they’d find a spell to reverse the damage, though, looking back, he realized how impossible that hope was. A small coven in Canada was hardly going to cure vampires. Still, he clung to that hope for years, because without it, he had nothing. “We’re useful allies,” he’d said, pitching himself to Marcel, a vampire with insight into witch circles. Thankfully, Marcel had seen his worth. Luckily, the rivalry between witches and vampires hadn’t yet seeped into Mystic Falls, allowing everyone to coexist—at least enough for him and Teddy to forge a friendship. Teddy had hesitated at first, understandably wondering why a vampire would help him. Lawrence hummed in agreement as they discussed Hector. The man had left bodies all over his apartment, hardly discreet. “In the supernatural community, gossip spreads like wildfire,” he said, though he couldn’t remember exactly where he’d first heard about Elijah. Maybe just a whisper in the bar. Once free of Elijah’s grip, Lawrence adjusted his shirt, silently grateful his heart was still beating—for now. “Maybe the virus slipped out by accident.” That was the most plausible explanation he could offer. His family’s writings contained a few answers but never explained why the virus had been created. “No. The grimoires indicate something like this happened in the seventeenth century. My family never found a cure. The one I know of was discovered by someone else.” Elijah would have to compel Cassie’s name from him; Lawrence wasn’t going to give it up willingly. Blood as a cure for the infected was a conclusion Lawrence would have eventually reached, though not as fast as Cassie had. “I need a favor. From you.” On his way here, he’d convinced himself it was just a small one. “ I won’t bore you with the details, but I need you to compel me to forget about someone… a woman. I’ve fallen too hard for her, and it’s all one-sided. I know it’s the coward’s way out, but I’m tired of feeling this heartbreak. Her name is Penny.” He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small vial. “So, do we have a deal?”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 Nov 18, 2024 20:14:44 GMT
It took close to an hour to get through the queue, like the night before it had been an endless stream of photos, cameras usually held by put upon looking boyfriend’s – although they’d been carrying copies of the books for themselves too. Compliments came in thick and fast, praise putting a genuine smile on his face, although as each one had left his gaze had slid past the line, to fix on her. Lucky had stayed put when he’d expected her to head back to the hotel to prepare the roasting she’d give the book. Eventually she was the only one left and he was the one looking up at her from his seat behind the signing table. Mitch drew one of the few books remaining on the stack down in front of him and flipped it open to the title page. ”You want it personalised?” he asked lightly, before he signed it over to her anyway. ”I didn’t think you’d come. Couldn’t find something better to do again?” Like painting her nails or finding the most expensive bottle in the mini-fridge to drink while she’d lazed in the bath with its massage jets.
Sympathy struck like a hunger pang in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that wouldn’t have registered just a couple of weeks ago. The virus had stripped away everything but the vilest, most vicious emotions, taking any self-control he’d had with it. It had reduced him to a state far closer to that of his siblings. Coming back to himself, he’d seen the worst parts of Kol and Niklaus in what he had done.
Kol would have shown less trust to Lawrence than he did, but even he would have felt sympathy for him. He had once been the most promising warlock of them all, but in turning them Esther had torn apart that promise and left Kol hollowed out and angry. His brother had never stopped seeking out other warlocks and witches, as though being close to the power still let him feel some measure of it. Elijah narrowed his eyes for a moment, wondering if Lawrence’s path had ever crossed with him, but admitting that would likely draw more suspicion upon him than mentioning Marcel had.
A few weeks ago, Hector’s name would have left his fingers tightening Lawrence’s throat again, trying to squeeze the truth out of a mouth that had already told it (only it wouldn’t have matched the suspicions in his head). Now he felt sorry for the man, for the guilt that had to have crept in when the virus had been apparently been stripped from his system. After his visit to Hector’s apartment, and his leaving a body behind in the lobby like a dropped tissue, it was no surprised that Hector would have realised that he too had been infected. Elijah hummed in grim agreement. ”And so often it burns those that spread it,” he said tightly. ”Perhaps it’s fortuitous that you arrive, offering salvation just as word spreads of my predicament.” That was a vicious circle of thinking, the sort his mind had been caught in like a whirlwind for too many weeks.
There were few coincidences in the supernatural world, even without the virus changing his perspective. People wrapped their belief in them around themselves like blankets, using them as an excuse to avoid considering just how twisted their circumstances had become. He wasn’t so blind as to believe so easily in them. Elijah laughed deeply, his dark eyes narrowing on the young vampire as he tidied his rumpled shirt. ”Such things are not accidents. It was released on purpose, though by who, and for what reason remains to be seen.” Let it seem like paranoia, perhaps a little more of that would keep him out of the hands of those who would prefer to see him dead.
The lines of Elijah’s frown began to fade, although he continued to stare at Lawrence. This had seemed like something engineered, something modern cooked up in a lab. It had been so easy to imagine members of the Strix doing just that, but there had been plenty of plagues before – just none that he had ever known to infect the supernatural. ”Did they state when and where?” he asked tightly, not that knowing that history had repeated itself would make a difference now.
”What is to stop me from just compelling you now and taking it without striking any sort of a bargain?” The fact that he was the noble one, the brother must likely to keep the promises he made. The one capable of thinking logically and kindly. Elijah’s lips curled up faintly at the corners, understanding dawning as Lawrence explained that this was over a woman. Of course, love was at the heart of everything. A reason to keep living, a reason to have your memories excised by the Original family. His gaze dropped to the vial as Lawrence extracted it. For a moment Elijah just stared at it, knowing what he had allowed Esther to do to him to erase the memory of taking Tatia’s life, then he nodded. ”We have a deal. The blood first and then I’ll compel you to forget her. You do realise that there’s likely no way back from this?” Peeling away what hid memories was harder than slapping the screen over them in the first place.
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