Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

Isolde followed alongside him before taking the lead into the bathtub, her mouth gaped slightly at the size of it. She'd never seen a shower or tub with space to lie down in. After all she grew up in a cabin, one that wasn't exactly made to be grand as they hid out so vampires wouldn't be able to find them.

But she wouldn't focus on the size of the tub, immediately turning to look at him at the nickname. That was new...but she liked it. It also seemed fitting considering recent events...then her mind wandered to his question. A bite before she cleaned up? Where could that mean...? Though instead of questioning him, she laid back in the tub, taking the hint that that was what he was implying due to the fact that he moved the shower head to face the wall. She could feel the water beneath her as it fell down the shower wall and into the tub.

She watched him kneel and she made sure to have her legs on either side of him so it would be easier for him to do...whatever it was he had planned. There was a slight instinct to clench her legs, to give something to the pleasure she craved so deeply, but she knew Elijah would provide that soon enough. Confirming that with the way his hands caressed her thighs, but she wanted him and what he had planned now. It was impatient, sure, but the teasing had her wanting more with every touch.
 
Elijah didn’t waste any more time. He had moved fully in between Isolde’s legs now, his head soon dipping down and he began pressing his lips on one of her inner thighs. His tongue came out and he licked at the blood that had smeared against her perfect skin, moaning hotly from the taste before he glanced up at her face. “Remember you told me I could mark you anywhere..?” He had asked, but wasn’t really expecting an answer. He wanted her to feel his bites more, to feel the burning pleasure of his venom coursing through her body.

Before he heard her response, he suddenly bit down on her left inner thigh, his fangs piercing through easily and his mouth on top of where her previous blood still was. He had a taste of both— the blood on her leg tasted older, deeper and richer— like a fine aged wine than the one he was currently drinking, which tasted slightly different. It held warmth and depth he couldn’t easily describe, but he knew that he enjoyed drinking and indulging in her decadent taste. Somehow she tasted even sweeter than before, but that was probably due to her arousal.
 
It was like he read Isolde's mind, answering her questions that she didn't even truly ask. Watching his head dip down was the first answer of 'what' he was going to do, or so she thought. Which then he answered the question about what exactly he meant by a bite, and also the 'what he was going to do' question. A soft whine came from her throat as she felt him lick at the blood that had smeared against her inner thigh. Fucking tease, that's what he was.

At his question about one of her previous statements she nodded, nibbling slightly at her bottom lip, the idea of having a mark of his so close to such an intimate place was...enticing. Though the actual feeling was much better than the thought itself. She let out a sharp gasp at the familiar sensation, pain then pleasure flooding her body. she pressed her thigh that he bit into more into his face, so she could feel his fangs in her further. It was an odd thing, that she wanted to feel his bite so much, something that for some reason didn't exactly cross her mind much...or even at all.

Her right hand went to tangle into his hair, tugging slightly as her grip tightened as the pleasure built up. Hells she could probably have an orgasm just from his bite...well and his venom too. Gods that made the feeling so much better. A small moan escaped past her lips as her left hand moved to hold onto the side of the tub to keep her stable, at least her upper body stable. Elijah seemed to have a good enough grip on her lower half...
 
Isolde would be able to feel Elijah smirking against her thigh as she pressed more up against his mouth as he fed. She would also realize he hadn’t taken too much care when he bit, he wasn’t really caring about that. Because the more care he took the less likely his bite was to scar. And if she truly wanted his bites to scar… he knew he had to be somewhat messy.

He only pulled back and licked up the blood that had rolled down her legs from the way his bite had gone into her delicate skin. He looked at his handy work, the bite was red, irritated and possibly throbbing. But he knew his venom would practically give Isolde more of that rush she was looking for. He wondered if she would be able to orgasm from his bites alone, and so without taking much time, he tilted his head towards her other thigh, licking at the blood there and then puncturing her skin with his sharp, needle like fangs. All the while he couldn’t resist moaning, clearly enjoying himself while he indulged once more on her sweet blood.
 
Isolde could feel the difference in how he bit into her as it was less careful compared to how he normally would bite into her skin. Which also meant the pain was slightly more present, the carelessness meant that it would scar better. That was the goal after all. To leave a scar. The more prominent it was the slower it would fade. Healing would eventually cause the scar to fade, but with how Elijah was biting into her it would be some time before that happened.

"Elijah..." She whined. Her breaths were heavy as she tried to keep her breathing steady, the grip on the side of the tub and in his hair tightened ever so slightly when he pulled back. The sensations lingered but faded slightly without him there biting into her. Then before she could speak again, he moved on to her other thigh, their moans were almost simultaneous at the enjoyment they were feeling. The new and slightly sharper pain that erupted into pleasure caused her to squirm.

"Fuck...Elijah...I-I'm close" She admitted, perhaps a little embarrassed that she was so aroused by a bite from a vampire, but she certainly wasn't embarrassed by the effect Elijah had on her altogether.
 
Elijah’s arms were wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth while he fed from her. Hearing how she was moaning and panting for him, sent a shiver of pleasure through him- igniting his own pleasure further. He couldn’t resist the feeling he got in return form seeing her, and tasting her like this. He wanted her to release, to cum from this action alone— but she would know that he probably was not going to be done with her just yet.

His hands gripped her thighs and squeezed her, tasting how sweet her blood had become simply because of how aroused she was. He moaned out something but it was muffled against her skin—probably moaning out “Cum for me,” once more, like he had the previous night. All the while his fangs continued to tear and pierce her skin, definitely making sure his bites would scar from tonight. Instead of feeding her his blood for her to heal right away, unfortunately she would have to just take some painkillers later on in the night.
 
Isolde knew that with the way he drank from her, this would not be her one and only orgasm as it also wasn't the case last night. The thought about experiencing so much pleasure beyond what she was already feeling sent another wave through her body. The knot in her stomach tightened at she could feel herself teetering along the edge of her orgasm.

The feeling of his moans against her thighs sent her over that edge, letting out a loud moan, her grip on his hair tightening slightly before she loosened her grip and released his hair. She didn't want to hold on too tight and potentially hurt him, so she let go altogether to avoid that. Although her other hand, her knuckles were a bit white from how hard she was holding on as if she was going to wash away from the way she felt light. Not quite lightheaded, just light. Weighing like a feather perhaps is a way of putting it.

She steadied her breathing as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. It felt a little more intense than her other orgasms, perhaps because of the circumstances of which she reached it. But it still felt good regardless. "Gods..." She muttered, tossing her head back slightly so she didn't hit the wall. "The things you do to me Elijah..." She added with a huff.
 
Elijah slowly brought his fangs out of her thigh after she had rode out her orgasm. He licked up the trailing blood but left the bite mark untouched. He moved his head as he had resituated himself, letting her settle from her first orgasm of the night. He at least wanted to bring her three orgasms, if he was able to. All he knew was that she deserved to feel pleasure, and so much more. Hearing how he had affected her, he couldn't help but give her a seductive, teasing glance. "Yes, and?" he began, Isolde would feel his arms that had wrapped around her thighs pull her forward towards his head now. His head was once again buried in between her thighs, his mouth was a tease as he licked up and around her slit, making sure to clean up what mess she had caused. It was only when his tongue had graced her clit did he expect her to moan.

"Tell me...what feels good," he urged in between his own moaning while he lapped up both her sweet orgasm and blood. He pushed his tongue deep into her slit now, his arms and hands had held her firmly up against his mouth. His tongue had felt warmer than usual, but the warmth was probably a welcomed feeling - for it could give much needed relief to her cramping lower half. Elijah wanted to hear Isolde moan again, and he wanted her to cum once again. He had enjoyed the way her hand had felt on his hair, gripping onto it like he would have pulled away, which was not possible for him, nor did he want to.
 
Isolde couldn't help but roll her eyes at his words, "I never said it was-" She's interrupted mid-sentence, letting out a small squeak when he pulled her closer to his head. "...a bad thing..." She gasped out, biting her bottom lip slightly as she could feel him licking up the mess around her slit. Gods that felt better than it should've.

She moaned out when she felt his tongue on her clit, bringing her hand back up into his hair to keep his head there. Though really, she didn't need to. Especially with the way he had held onto her so closely. And it wasn't until she felt his tongue push inside her that she let out another, somewhat quieter moan as she bucked her hips into his face. To feel him deeper inside her. It wouldn't be as deep as his fingers or cock would go, but she could still get a similar feeling just as much. "You-your...gods...your mouth does." She answered in between those ever so sweet moans Elijah just couldn't seem to get enough of. It was a tad obvious in the way he urged the sounds from her that she knew he liked them.
 
When she responded to his question, Elijah couldn’t but smirk into her slit, continuing his actions as he did. That’s not what he expected for her to say— but then again he didn’t clarify. He wanted to hear direction from her, he wanted to hear her tell him exactly how she wanted it. But given the fact that he was eating her out, quite ravenously too—that he was already probably giving her the exact pleasure she wanted.

His tongue flicked over her clit as he moaned up against her slit, only pulling back for brief moments of air— and Isolde would see that Elijah’s chin and mouth were another bloody mess. But he enjoyed it so, so much. He licked his lips clean from the mess, moaning hotly as he did so. “Fuck-“ he cursed out lowly, his eyes trailing up to her face. “Do you wish for me to continue or would you prefer something other than my tongue?” He asked, he had noted how she had bucked forward against him. He would give her anything she wanted from him. He would do anything to make sure she received pleasure, he wanted her to feel entirely relaxed and but also absolutely buzzing with pleasure.
 
Isolde wouldn't have been able to tell him what made her feel good beside what he was already doing. Elijah knew exactly what he was doing, and it felt good. She wasn't sure she felt this good...ever. Past lovers were great and all, but no one had compared to Elijah. All she wanted was him, and only him. Perhaps all to herself...selfishly so.

When he pulled back, assumingly for air, she whined from the lack of stimulation. Tilting her head to look at him, her face flushed and eyes full of want for more. Moving the hand on the side of the tub, she went to faintly trace along his jaw, barely touching his skin. "Elijah..." Her voice was quiet, but he would be able to hear the way she nearly moaned his name but didn't. "What I want is for you to absolutely ruin me. In the best way. And for you to never pull away like that..." The last part about pulling away was...slightly a joke. Her body disliked the sudden lack of his tongue, lack of pleasure, but if it was to ask her something as he had just now...perhaps it wasn't too bad. But gods she just wanted him. Whatever he would give, she would take.
 
As he watched her face, the feeling of her touch on his jaw, the look in her eyes— Elijah’s own heart skipped ever so slightly. It shouldn’t have been able to do so. But the feeling of warmth he felt rush through his entire body from when she had begged him to ruin her made him want to continue what he had been doing. His eyes seemed to darken then and there once more, and he uttered a single sentence, “Of course love, my apologies…” and with that his arms brought her hips up towards his head, his mouth pressed up and against her sensitive slit yet again— pushing his tongue deep within her, as far as he was able to.

His moans were deep, vibrating into her soft folds as he moved his lips up towards her clit, sucking and tugging on it— hoping to make her cum from his actions. Yet he knew he still wanted to bring her to that third orgasm, as that seemed to be her current limit.

But first, if she came from him this time, he would probably give her a buffer in between just so her body could rest and recover. He knew if he gave her his blood she would be fine, but this time around it would be different. Elijah knew if he filtered in enough of his vampire venom into her bloodstream, it would act in the same way— but it wouldn’t heal her wounds, it would just offer relief, almost as a numbing effect. And of course, Elijah would have to inject a lot of venom for her to turn, but she wouldn’t have to worry about that as that only happened simultaneously while he drank and drained her of her blood, or she died with his blood in her system.
 
Isolde saw that look in his eyes at her words, they darkened in that now familiar way. now had both hands in his hair, taking turns tugging on strands that caught around her fingers. She squirmed lightly under his touch, the way he pushed inside her with his tongue caused her to let out a loud moan. Her body was pleased from the return of stimulation that had been removed abruptly, sending a wave of pleasure through her.

"Oh fuck!" She could feel herself getting close to her second orgasm of the night, bucking her hips into his face once again despite the fact that he was holding them up closer. Perhaps she just couldn't get enough of him. That was most certainly true, and she didn't think she'd ever get tired of him in any way. In her mind she decided that after this orgasm perhaps they could actually shower, give her body a slight break. She was human after all, and while she could at least handle 3 orgasms in a row, if Elijah were to truly give her what she wanted and ruined her in the best way possible, the tub wasn't exactly ideal for such a task. Although they could make it work.

"I...fuck...I'm close," She cried out, closing her legs slightly to hold Elijah's head in place, "Don't...don't fucking stop!" Her breaths were coming in faster ash she could feel that pressure building up inside her.
 
Who’s to say Elijah couldn’t use a very convenient wall that was oh so very close to them in the shower, if he truly wanted to. But he had silently and unknowingly agreed with Isolde. He would give her a bit of a break, as he didn’t want to push her so soon. Even though he would love nothing more than to ‘ruin’ her in the best way, he decided he would save that for a bit later.

And as she neared her second orgasm, Elijah would do as she had asked. He wouldn’t stop, not until she reached that point of ecstasy, and burst through that pressure which was building up inside of her. His tongue continued to push and lick at her folds, teasing her clit while he was at it. His eyes were closed and his moans were vibrating against her as he brought her to the oh so sweet release. His hands had a firm grip on her hips, not letting go for anything.
 
Isolde’s breath came in shallow, uneven waves, her fingers tangled tightly in Elijah’s hair as the pressure inside her built to a breaking point. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks through her, each one more intense than the last. The way he moaned against her, the vibration of it against her most sensitive places, made her hips jerk involuntarily. Her body chasing the pleasure he gave. She could feel herself unraveling, her thighs trembling as he held her firmly in place, grounding her even as she felt herself slipping into that sweet, dizzying edge. Her head tipped back, lips parted in a silent gasp, and her eyes fluttered shut as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

A cry escaped her lips, raw and breathless, as her second climax washed over her in a wave of heat and release. Her body arched, her muscles tightening around the sensation, and she clung to him.

When the wave finally passed, she slumped back slightly, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and damp. Her hand slid from his hair to his cheek, guiding him to look up at her. “Elijah…” she whispered.
 
Elijah was pleased to see her unravel in such a way. It brought him smug satisfaction, happy to have caused such an effect on her body. When Isolde lifted his head to look at her once he had pulled back, she would see the glint of a smirk resting on his face. “Yes, my little raven?” He asked, but knew she probably wouldn’t say much of anything, considering how breathless she was. He managed to untangle himself from her and sat upright fully. The shower was still running and the water still cascaded down behind Isolde.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He began, and moved to help her stand, letting her steady herself against him. “Hold on love, let me help you,” he says in a murmur, and proceeded to do so.

It was only after the shower that they were both cleaned and dried, Elijah had helped her into his bed to rest. “Would you like any water to drink?” He asked next, his next plans were to relax with her and made sure she fell asleep. He had let Nyx into his room, and he was perched above Isolde’s head. He knew she would be sore from the bites, but he had hoped the venom he had filled her body with would help counteract that.
 
Isolde leaned into him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure and the warmth of the shower cascading behind her. The look she gave him - flushed, half-lidded, and utterly undone - was enough to answer his question. Her breath was still catching in her throat, and her heart hadn’t quite slowed. But she let him guide her, let him rinse away the remnants of their shared heat with gentle hands and warm water. ”Thanks…” She muttered.

By the time they were dried and wrapped in the quiet of his room, Isolde felt the weight of exhaustion settle into her bones. Elijah helped her into bed with the same reverence he’d shown her body earlier. She sank into the cool sheets, her limbs heavy, her skin still tingling where his mouth had left its marks.

When he asked if she wanted water, she nodded faintly. “Yes please,” she whispered. She could feel the soreness blooming in her thighs, in her neck, in the places where Elijah’s fangs had sunk in. But it wasn’t completely unpleasant.

Nyx flew in shortly after the door had been opened, perching himself right above Isolde and letting out a low croak. He’d been slightly worried since he hadn’t been able to access the space Isolde was previously in, but he got over it the moment Elijah opened his door.

When Elijah would return, she’d reach for the glass with a quiet “thank you,” her fingers brushing his. She drank slowly, then set it aside, her gaze never leaving his.
 
Elijah had handed her the glass of water, feeling her fingers brush his, and he gave a soft smile in return towards her thank you. He watched her for a moment as she gazed up at him and he only broke their shared gaze when he looked up at Nyx. “Comfortable?” He had asked the corvid, soon moving to get in to the other side of the bed next.

He moved over to Isolde and brought her close to him, making sure she was wrapped up against his body as his arm let her nestle in against him. He was idly stroking her arm as he laid his head on the pillow. One thing was for certain, he knew his plan had definitely changed. He no longer was comfortable in bringing Isolde into his plans anymore, especially when it concerned his mother. He would simply just have to find a different way of eliminating them.

Because Isolde had become all too important and seen as no longer expendable to Elijah. It was incredible on how fast things had developed between the pair, but Elijah knew they would have time exploring more of their relationship down the line. And that’s when he began to think of Isolde’s inevitable immortality. Unless Elijah got his hand on a cure for himself, he knew that he would remain as he was right now and not age, whereas Isolde…

He didn’t want to think about that.

But he knew they had time, so that topic wouldn’t have to be brought up anytime soon. At least, that’s what he believed.

Elijah then broke his chain of thought and moved his head to kiss the top of Isolde’s. “Sleep darling,” he murmured as he watched her fight closing her eyes. “I’ll be here when you wake,” he promised gently, knowing she would be quite sore in the morning yet he also figured it would be a welcomed soreness.
 
Nyx let out a short croak at Elijah before settling in where he was perched, closing his eyes and maybe drifting off into a sleep.

Isolde hummed softly as she set the glass on the nightstand by where she laid down. When Elijah settled in next to her, she nestled in closer, laying her head gently against his chest. He was cooler now to touch, the heat from earlier gone but lingered. Even though she hadn't intended on getting this close to Elijah, she was glad she did. Despite being the very creature she had been raised to kill, she always pushed the Instinct down since they met. There was just something about him that seemed...human. Which was odd for something that wasn't quite alive nor dead either.

But she knew that she'd still go through with what she came here for. To help Elijah with his mother and brother. The question of how still popped into her mind every now and then since Elijah rarely talks about it anymore. While it was true she hesitated slightly in assisting him, for she didn't want to risk death for either of them, it had to be done. She didn't want Elijah to have to live his...eternal life in fear of someone who had the means and potential to kill him.

Now the idea of eternity came into her mind. She didn't have eternity like he did, at least right now. There was an idea of maybe...she could become a vampire. But to actually die was a scary thought. So was the idea of her father finding out. He'd try to kill her the moment he knew that she'd become one of them. A creature that they'd both spent their lives dedicated to hunting, to eradicating. Now that her father had the thing that could kill an Original...he could finally rid the world of vampires. Rid the world of...Elijah.

The thoughts swarmed her mind, overwhelming her. But she was snapped from them when she heard his voice. Glancing up at him with tired eyes, she grumbled something that even Elijah wouldn't have been able to quite pick up. It was more incoherent mumbling but it could sound something like "I don't wanna...". Perhaps a part of her was afraid that Elijah wouldn't be there when she woke up. Like last time.
 
He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her protest. “I can assure you, I will be here in the morning. I promise,” he murmured out, kissing the top of her head lightly once more. “Go on and rest,” he urged, knowing she would need it.

He didn’t want to think about what had to inevitably happen. He needed to find an alternative way to stop his mother and brother, and he knew Isolde could no longer be a part of it— at least, not in the way he originally intended. She would be able to help him out, but from a safer distance. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself if she died because of him.

And so he held her there, what seemed to be the longest night he had ever experienced, as he never wanted them to leave from that moment. From the last two nights they had spent with one another.. but he knew he would have to eventually get up.

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Elijah was looking over the research data that Klaus had eventually sent his way— it was detailing the very vampire that had brought Isolde and Elijah’s paths to cross.

And judging on what he read, everything pointed towards magical alterations of the dna, turning the vampire into a mindless, soulless creature. He knew this was definitely the handiwork of his mother.

He had heard Isolde in the kitchen once more, as it had been about two months since those initial two nights they had spent with one another— and being in such close proximities they had basically spent every waking moment with one another. Elijah had eventually been able to drink normal human blood out of blood bags, but he did indulge on Isolde whenever she allowed him to.

The bite marks that he had left from before had definitely scarred over, and they were very prominent. Especially for new scars. He had to admit though he was proud of his handiwork, especially to know that he had ‘marked’ her in a way.

He knew their development of finding his mother and brother had been slowed and that was only because Isolde’s father had still been on the hunt for them, with no luck of course. Elijah was just thankful that this place wasn’t something Esther would think on looking either.

But he knew he would have to say something to Isolde about this. So when she came back into the room, and sat on the couch with him, he turned to her.

“Isolde darling,” he began, wondering how he should phrase this. “Remember the original intention of me reaching out to you?” He asked, looking at her face. “And then things took a detour as your father began hunting us both?” He searched her eyes briefly before he continued. “Well, I’m rescinding my need of you for my plan,” but he didn’t let her speak just yet, and he grabbed her hand gently, looking down at it, “Well, if there was even a chance I got to my mother and turned her before you helped me land the final blow— there’s no way I can guarantee your safety now and…I don’t want you to be apart of that anymore. I’ll find some other way to eliminate them both before they find out you exist and try to take you from me..”

He looked up to her face again, his eyes held a deep affection for her and yet they were pained with sadness. “Please… let me figure something else out— I can’t lose you, you’re too precious to me,” he murmured out, pleading to her, hoping she would agree and not be apart of the plan anymore.
 
Isolde eventually did fall asleep, and it was one of the most peaceful nights she’s had. Ever since coming here she had some trouble sleeping, but the night before this one and tonight were the best ones she’s had. Even though the Instinct was stronger the closer she was to him, his presence was a very comforting one and she was able to quiet it down.

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Now she was in the kitchen, making herself a late breakfast. She’d woken up a little later than she had in the past two months. There was just something...off about today. Though she didn’t let that falter her mood, her and Elijah were closer now that they spent more time together.

The bites from that night scarred beautifully. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t stare at them every time she saw herself in the mirror. There was just something about seeing the marks that made her...happy. There were Elijah’s, and it was in a way of marking her as his. Which she wasn’t complaining about one bit

But she had been putting off the whole ‘immortality’ conversation with him. She still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. Would she become a vampire to live alongside him forever? The idea of forever wasn’t the scary part, it was more so the idea of actually dying. Death was something she’d cause, not experience. Nor did she ever think about it.

But Elijah’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. Her food was just finished, and she was walking to the table to sit down. She smiled as she set the plate down, walking up to him. She could tell something was bothering him.

That was another thing, she was learning to read him better.

But she frowned at what came after her name. She didn’t want to remember the whole thing about her father hunting them. It was always a dreadful thing to think of. Her father surely hated her by now.

Then he wanted to...take her out of the original plans? Hells she didn’t even know what those plans were exactly! When he took her hand, she couldn’t help but stare at his face. Trying to see if this was just some strange joke all of a sudden.

She understood why he wanted to do so but...that was the whole reason she was here. The whole fucking reason why she gave up practically everything was to help him!

Pulling back her hand she shook her head, “No. That’s not your decision to make. That’s why I came here in the first place! I gave up everything to be here, to help you, and now...now what?” She started to raise her voice before realizing that...that he actually cared. She didn’t pay attention to those words at first but now she was.

“Listen...Elijah. I came here with a task, a job to do. And despite the circumstances, I’m glad that things turned out the way they have between us. Death is...terrifying to me. But I’ve accepted that it will happen. Even if I go with you against your mother and brother…” She paused, her voice lowering more as she brought her hand up to cup his face, making sure he was looking at her, “I’m human Elijah. Death will come for me eventually. If I can’t do this then…” Another pause as she fights her voice from cracking. This was not how she wanted to have this conversation.

The thoughts that swarmed her head weren’t helping either. “I will have lost my father for...not exactly nothing because I have you but...he’s really fucking important to me. I need something to tell him when I get back. Something to redeem myself in his eyes. Please don’t take that from me too.”
 
She was human. He had to remember that, and she would want to die a human death. He would only respect that decision, no matter what. Nothing would be able to change his mind. He looked at her with that same sadness in his eyes from before, but it turned to something deeper, something fuller.

Elijah gave in and melted at her touch, everything that she had disagreed with him on had gone in an instant the moment she had reached out to him and caressed his face. He looked over her face before he gave a soft apology, his voice trembling ever so slightly. “I’m sorry, I know…I hadn’t really told you much on the plan but that was because…I—I wasn’t sure on what to do. You— meeting you, gave me the idea as a last resort, something I haven’t tried, which was getting a hunter like yourself to kill my mother once I turned her.”

He moved his hand and grasped at the one which held his face. “But then, the more time I started to spend with you, even after those first two nights, my feelings…had begun to change, I—began to see you as someone very dear to my heart.” He moved her hand to where his heart was, and she would be able to feel it ‘beating’ there in his chest. “I began to appreciate knowing that you had started seeing me for not just as monster, but as a man.”

“A man who wants to protect you, and wants you to live your life to the fullest,” he began to lower his voice. He then moved the hand on his chest to kiss the back of it, gently and lovingly. “But I know I cannot change your mind, that of which I have been witness to understand now, for the last two months.” He added in, and finally looked back at her eyes, searching for something within. “I love you, Isolde. Plain and true, but promise me that even when you help me carry out this task, that you’ll take every precaution necessary.”

He wanted his words to sink in a little before he finished his sentence off, “For I would never forgive myself if you died because of something I so selfishly wanted,” his free hand reached up and caressed her face now. “And I don’t even wish for that anymore, for what I wish for now is to be with you, and you only,” he confessed, hoping she would see his side of things.
 
Isolde felt a pang in her chest. She felt bad that she'd be putting Elijah through everything he didn't want to go through if something were to happen to her. "Elijah..." She didn't know what to say. He loved her...? A person who was born to hunt and kill him and yet...he loved her. And gods she loved him too, without a doubt. But...how could he also love someone who was temporary in his eternal life? Someone so...fragile to death.

Of course everything had been last minute. Her coming here and agreeing to help him was last minute. It was transactional, she helps him because he helped her. It was nothing more. But now it was. She wasn't how to feel about it. "I...I promise I'll be safe. I mean...even if I wasn't helping you specifically I-I just would be safe regardless." She promises before continuing "But it's not selfish. What you want. You're protecting your family, that's not selfish."

"I'd like to note too that...from the moment we met I never truly saw you as a monster. From the start there was something...different about you compared to most other vampires I came across. And I've learned that it's a good thing. It's something I learned to love about you." She smiles softly, looking at him with a gentleness in her eyes. She really did care for him and wouldn't want ever to hurt him. But she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be the cause of his pain. Especially if he did truly love her as he said he did.

"Listen. I'd like to keep our options open on the whole immortality thing. While I'm certainly not opposed to spending the rest of eternity with the man I love, there's just things I have to consider. The fact that I'd actually have to die and drink blood from another human is one. The other is...my father. If I turn...there's no going back to him anymore. Then I'd truly become unredeemable. And...and I don't know if I'm okay with that." She explains to him. "But no matter what, I will always love you. I just ask that you respect my final decision if I don't want to turn."

As she finished her last sentence, she stretched up to plant a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back with a smile. Despite the center of the conversation being not the greatest, they talked it out. She couldn't be happier that they were able to. There had been a few nights that she remembered where her parents talked and it turned into an argument that wasn't resolved. She didn't want to be like that - she wouldn't be like that. She cherished Elijah too much to do that.
 
He understood her wishes and nodded to her while he listened. “Of course love, I understand. And I will only do what you wish of me to do,” and he knew that she wanted to choose her own fate. He would give her that at least, for he never had the chance to live his life— it had been stolen all too soon when he had been around Isolde’s age, all those centuries ago. He was happy though, that they had talked over their differences. And with the kiss he received from her had made it all the better.

Leaning back slightly he looked to her food. “Eat now, before it gets too cold, and we can do whatever else you wish for the rest of the day,” he promised, knowing she would appreciate that. Perhaps they would go down by the lake and relax by its waters. Whatever Isolde chose to do he would be happy either way. For he knew that just spending time with her was precious, especially if he could delay the inevitable a bit longer. He knew going back into town was an option as well, but he wondered if she would opt for that as they hadn’t been for about a week now.
 
Isolde hummed, "Well I won't nor can I force you to do anything you don't want to. But regardless, I appreciate your support." Ghosting her fingers over his jaw she glanced to the food as he spoke again. She forgot about it momentarily, but the grumbling in her stomach reminded her she needed to eat.

Pulling back from him, she turned to go sit at the table. "Sit with me?" She patted where an empty chair was. It was always nice to have his company. Even when he didn't eat with her. Though...he could. With that idea she turned her wrist so the inner part was facing upwards, "Or even better...eat with me?" She offered, glancing at her wrist with a subtle nod.

She was also thinking about what they could do for the day, maybe a swim in the lake? Or errand running into town? Granted their options were...limited considering Isolde's father had contacts everywhere looking for her. But there were still things to do, and as long as they were with Elijah, they were great options.
 
Elijah didn’t hesitate once when Isolde invited him to go sit with her. He got up from the couch and walked over, moving the chair back and then sitting besides Isolde. He looked to her with a warm smile, but then this eyes looked at her wrist when she offered it to him. He then felt his own stomach grumble, as it had been a few hours since he had recently drank any human blood. Especially Isolde’s.

He took great care and gingerly picked up her wrist with his hand. He swiped his thumb over where he wanted to bite and he looked to Isolde. “I…would be delighted to eat with you,” he said to her. He had eaten with her in the past, but it had mainly been ‘raw’ food, considering that he needed mostly blood to survive.

He brought her wrist up to his lips and he kissed it gently before his fangs elongated and pierced her flesh quickly. He drank slowly, savoring her taste on his tongue once more. His hand gripped at her wrist as he drank, closing his eyes and clearly enjoying himself.
 
Isolde used her free hand to eat while Elijah sat down beside her. She was never opposed to having him drink from her, but anytime his fangs pierced her skin...well she was reminded of the marks he gave her and how she got them. It wasn't bad but it always flooded her body with warmth and occasionally...more.

She also learned not to be so reactive when his bite broke through her skin, the pain never lasted long anyways. One could say she's grown...immune to the pain in a way. But what she could never grow 'immune' to was the look on his face every time he drank her blood. He certainly enjoys her blood more than the blood he gets from the blood bags. Though that had been clear two months ago.

Speaking of two months ago...something popped into her head that didn't that night. How had her father gotten ahold of the very thing that could kill Elijah? He hadn't known how to kill an Original and how he did? Her father was good at finding things but not that good. But she bit her tongue and decided not to voice her concerns. Not yet at least. She wanted to enjoy the moments she had with Elijah while they lasted. As of right now her time was rather limited to she had to take what she could get.

"Want to go into town, get some groceries and other thing after?" She asked, figuring they had to do that sooner than later. "Then we can go swimming in the lake." She suggested, figuring their day couldn't be just about errand-running.
 
Elijah pulled back from her wrist when she began to talk, and he licked over the bite slowly, allowing it to heal. He knew she wouldn’t mind more scars, but he figured it was the least he could do for the for the time being, especially with a new bite sometimes…things became heated between them.

He lowered her hand and looked to her, giving her that oh so handsome devilish smile of his, “I’d love that,” he replied to her, “We can go into town whenever, but I’d suggest we head to the lake before nightfall, unless you’re comfortable in swimming underneath a full moon?” He knew she’d be okay with it, especially since the lands were protected and he would be by her side.

He thought back to that one night when he had rescued Nyx, and how Isolde’s father had come across the means to kill. The thought hadn’t been lost to Elijah— since Isolde had mentioned before that their family directly worked with witches, it was no surprise to him to figure out that it must have been his mother who had given Isolde’s father the white oak stake. Figuring if she can’t reach him, perhaps someone else would.

He leaned back in the chair, taking a napkin and wiping at the corners of his mouth. “Any particular part of town you’d wish to visit besides going to run our general errands?” He asked her next, his eyes trained on her face. He wanted to give her more time, for he knew as much as they had evaded her father, it was only a matter of when they would be discovered, especially if his mother and her father were now working together.

(I’m okay with more filler in between the major plot scenes, if that’s okay with you :3
 
(yep that's fine!)

Isolde returned his smile with one of her own. "I'm more than comfortable swimming with a full moon. Unless you don't trust your witch friend? The full moon always gives better lighting at night anyways." She hummed, pulling her arm back when he finished drinking from her and healed the wound. The bites always heated things up when they lingered. That was another thing she learned quite a few times.

"Besides, even if a wolf manages to slip on through, we both know that the end result wouldn't be so bad for us. The wolf on the other hand...not so much." She teases him, referring to the first night they shared together, as she stands up with her plate and takes it to the sink. The meal she made was a simpler one, just to get her through till lunch time. So, it was quicker to finish.

Nyx had flown down from her room as she was cleaning her plate up. He landed on Elijah's shoulder, staring at Isolde. The bird had warmed up to the vampire quite easily. Perhaps it was because he somehow knew how important he was to Isolde that he just accepted him. But at least he was okay with his new living situation. Nyx would fly out from time to time to eat and just fly around for several hours. But he always came back by nightfall. Sometimes he'd bring little trinkets that he started collecting in his makeshift nest in her room. Not that she complained, it was refreshing to know her companion was settling in good.

Though at the question about town, she just shook her head and shrugged. "Not really. I mean I'm open to any ideas you may have. I just want to go since we haven't gone in a while." She explains, finishing cleaning up and walking back towards Elijah. "I just need to change and I'll be ready."
 
Elijah chuckled at what she spoke on, and knew she was right. Even if a wolf managed to somehow slip past, they would be alright. “I do trust my witch friend, but I hope you know I am very cautious, especially when it comes to full moons..” he replied to her now, soon feeling Nyx land on his shoulder. Elijah began to offer him some chin scritches, gently petting their corvid friend. He was surprised that Nyx had taken to him quite well, but was also worried about Isolde. Nyx was supposed to be her companion, not his. But he figured it wouldn’t hurt to share. Elijah had taken note that the bird was making a nest, and wondered if he had found a companion for himself.

But those thoughts didn’t last for long when Isolde said that he could choose anything that he wished to do, although in a small town like that there really wasn’t anything much to do. He gave it some thought and had an idea in the back of his mind, before hearing that she had to change. “Alright, I’ll go ahead and start up the car then,” he spoke and stood, before hearing let Nyx off and perched him on the back of the chair he had just been sitting in.

He went to go to the garage and as he went and started up the car, he thought back to the first time he had taken Isolde to town, and the first time he had been around a woman who had been on their monthly. He remembered how Isolde had scented back then too, and how he had oh so wanted to feed off of her but had restrained himself on doing. If it wasn’t for that werewolf bite and venom, he may have been able to resist a bit further. But he was glad on the outcome still, and now they had a full on relationship now that he was happy about.
 
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