Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

[Chaotic_Emerald]

The moon hung low and swollen, casting pale light over the moss-covered ground as she moved silently beside her father, crossbow slung over her shoulder, stake and gun strapped to her thigh. He was focused, eyes sharp, jaw clenched, every step purposeful. She’d seen him like this a hundred times before. The hunts were sacred to him. A ritual. A war. And she was his legacy, trained to carry the same fire and hatred. Vampires were monsters. That was the rule. That was the truth.

They were tracking a particularly powerful vampire rumored to be hiding in the ruins of the old chapel. Her father had intel, he always did. “Tonight,” he’d said, “we end one of the oldest of these creatures to still be walking.” She hadn’t asked questions. She never did. But something about this night felt...off. The woods were too quiet.

She scanned the trees, senses sharp. The chapel loomed ahead, its stone bones broken and bleeding ivy. Her father raised a hand, signaling her to stop. He stepped forward, crossbow raised, eyes locked on the shadows near the altar.

Then everything unraveled.

A blur of motion. A vampire, feral, fast, and furious, launched from the darkness. Her father turned just in time to fire, but the creature was faster. It slammed into him with brutal force, sending him crashing into a tree. The sound of his skull hitting bark was sickening. He crumpled to the ground, unmoving. “Dad!” she cried, rushing toward him, but the vampire was already on her.

She barely had time to draw her gun before the vampire charged her. She ducked, rolled, and shot him in the chest, but not quite the heart. He bared his fangs before charging at her again and knocked her backward. Her body hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. The vampire took that chance and jumped on her, burying his fangs into her neck. She tried to reach her stake but the vampire blocked her access as he drained her of blood.

She could feel herself growing lightheaded. Then impact, but not against her. The vampire was ripped away from her with a force that shattered the silence. She scrambled to her feet, heart pounding, eyes wide. She couldn’t breathe. Her father groaned behind her, still unconscious. The creature lay broken against a tree, unmoving with a hole in his chest. And standing between her and the dead vampire was a figure she didn’t recognize. And she stood there, holding her neck where the vampire had bit into her, and staring at the stranger with what she assumed was a bloody heart in his hand.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

The man standing between her and the now deceased vampire was Elijah Mikaelson, one of the original vampires turned. He had recently returned back to New Orleans with his younger half brother hybrid, Klaus. Being here, Elijah had tried to redeem himself and his family from their past grievances they had left behind. But so far, family rifts were rising once again, and he was trying to prevent it like so many other times in the past.

And doing dirty work was never easy in any situation. Elijah had been on his way to meet with a local witch, who knew about his mother and older brother named Finn and why they needed to be stopped. Family meant everything to him, but the moment his witch mother and older brother turned on him and their younger siblings — he knew he had lost all and any attachment to them. So the next best course of action was to stop them both from resurrecting his father, who was a worse vampire than his brother Nicklaus.

It just so happened that here he had come across a lead that a rampant vampire had been attacking vampire hunters. It seemed that the creature had been afflicted with some type of blood curse that made them act more like rabid dogs than people. This affliction / curse definitely smelled of magic and his mother written all over it. If she had failed in killing her children before, sending afflicted vampires to do her bidding instead definitely tracked.

With the bleeding heart in his hand still, he had a calm demeanor about himself, and Elijah was wearing a well tailored suit. Unfortunately the creature’s blood had gotten onto it and he knew having that dry cleaned would be expensive. But pushing it aside, he saw the woman before him, clearly confused on what was happening. He noted her what he could only assume father on the ground with a possible cracked skull.

If he didn’t act fast, the father would lose his life first, and the daughter would quickly bleed out.

Dropping the heart, he pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping his hands clean. He surveyed the area quickly to make sure there would be no more attacks before he turned to the woman. “Let me treat him with my blood, it’ll take only but a moment and he’ll be good as new,” he offered.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

She couldn’t stop staring, between the vampire’s lifeless body and the man with the heart in his hands. The stake was still clenched in her hand, but her grip had gone slack. Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.

Isolde’s father groaned behind her, still unconscious. Blood matted his, and the angle of his neck just looked…wrong. She wanted to move him, take him out and get him help, but her eyes were locked on the suited man before her. The man who appeared suddenly and ended the threat in seconds. He didn’t look like a killer.

He looked like he belonged in a penthouse, not a battlefield. The suit was immaculate, or it had been before the blood that was splattered. He moved with calculated precision, a kind of grace that wasn’t trained but learned through centuries of time. There wasn’t panic or rage. It was almost disturbing. Most of the vampires she interacted with were violent.

She watched him drop the heart, the way he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began to clean his hands. It was like watching someone wipe down a wine glass after a dinner party, not blood after a kill.

Her heart thundered in her chest. She felt the sting of the cut on her temple, the ache in her ribs where she’d hit the ground. Her father was dying and this man, no, this vampire was offering to help. She didn’t know who he was, not yet. But something felt different, not safe, it was never safe to be around a vampire. But he wasn’t like the ones her and her father hunted.

Snapping her attention to her father, she rushed to his side, fingers trembling as they brushed blood from his brow. He was pale, too pale. She could feel the seconds slipping away the more she hesitated. She knew vampire blood could heal, she knew that. She’d seen it once, another hunter, a colleague of her father’s. He took the blood to survive. Her father called it a betrayal, worse than death.

But this was real, her father was fading. She stared at his face, pale and slack, blood trickling from the gash at his temple. His chest rose in shallow, uneven breaths. The man before her had survived countless hunts, walked away from battles that should’ve killed him. But this time she wasn’t sure he’d make it. Her hands hovered above him, useless. All her training couldn’t stop death from creeping in on her father.

Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her father would never forgive her. If he woke up and knew what she’d done, what she’d allowed, he’d see it as betrayal. A stain on their legacy. A weakness. But she couldn’t let him die, not like this. Not when she could prevent it. Her voice came out hoarse, barely audible but she knew the man would pick it up. “Do it.”

She didn’t look at him, the words felt like acid on her tongue. She kept her eyes on her father as she stood up, clutching the stake tighter in her hands. “But try anything, and I’ll drive this through your heart.” She threatened.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah could see the betrayal the woman felt clear as day on her face. The act of saving her father with something as simple as vampire blood would cause more agony than the actual wound itself. And it only made sense, because she was a hunter and after the initial attacker had been…subdued— he finally had a chance to recognize her father at least. One of the most renowned vampire hunters who had killed more vampires than Elijah had, and more supernatural creatures than he could count.

Her father had come across Elijah in the past, but Elijah never had known he had a daughter. Sure there were rumors and things he had picked up in the past, and Elijah had seen her before, but he never would have guessed she was the man’s daughter.

And because he had known about her father, he also knew how he felt about vampire blood curing wounds on mortals. Knowing the man, he would probably would want to die right then and there, nothing to be saved. But Elijah saw this to his advantage. If he helped saved a pair of vampire hunters, perhaps they could work with him, especially to help end his own mother and brother.

As he was thinking all of this, it was only just a mere moment after she had asked him to do so, and he swooped down and knelt where her father lay in her arms. Elijah looked up and then took his wrist to his mouth, biting into it and causing blood to be drawn. He then held his bleeding wrist over the man’s mouth, using his free hand to open it. Letting the blood drip into her father’s mouth next, it was only a matter of time before his wounds would start to heal.

“I have to fix his neck as he heals or it will not heal properly,” he tells the woman next. Stabilizing the man’s neck before a sick crunch could be heard. Thankfully, Elijah did so in a way that the man would not die with vampire blood in his system, knowing that would be worse than death for the man laying before him.

“When he wakes I’ll compel his memory so he doesn’t know what saved him, make him think he only suffered a few light injuries..” but Elijah would make sure he was still the one in the story to save the pair.

He then looked her over, “You should probably drink some too, or at least let my blood drip over your wounds to heal. They will not heal otherwise.” Meaning, she would definitely bleed out. It was interesting that he offered just to drip his blood over her wound, rather than have her ingest it.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde watched him kneel beside her father, now crouched in the dirt beside a man who would rather die than accept his help. Her father’s blood still stained her hands. She could feel the warmth of it cooling against her skin, the weight of his body heavy in her lap. She knew if her father found out about it he would hate himself, and her. She’d seen what he did with his hate, and it frightened her.

She just watched as the man bit into his wrist with practiced ease, crimson welling up like ink from a pen. Her stomach twisted. When a fellow hunter had been dying and someone had made a desperate choice. Her father had called it a disgrace. A corruption. “Better to die human,” he’d said, “than live with that filth inside you.” And now here she was, letting it happen.

She flinched as Elijah opened her father’s mouth and let the blood drip in. It felt wrong. Like betrayal. Like sacrilege. But she didn’t stop him. Because she couldn’t. No. Because she wouldn’t.

The silence was broken by a sickening crunch as Elijah adjusted her father’s neck, nausea welling in her stomach at the sound. She winced, instinctively reaching out, but he was already done. Her father’s breathing began to steady. The color returned to his face. The wound on his temple began to close.

She felt her throat tighten. This was the man who taught her how to kill. Who taught her how to hate. Who told her that vampires were nothing but monsters wearing human skin. And now he was alive, because one of them had saved him. She didn’t know how to feel. The man’s voice cut through her thoughts, low and calm. He spoke of compulsion, of rewriting the memory, of protecting her father’s pride. She hated how logical it sounded. How easy he made it all seem.

But she knew it wouldn’t work. “You can’t. He ingests vervain daily, all the hunters are supposed to…” She explained, not taking her eyes off of her father. He always put it in his tea, or whatever he had to drink in the morning. Maybe with the blood loss it would be out of his system, but she wouldn’t risk it.

Then he looked at her. She stiffened under his gaze. There was no hunger in his eyes. No cruelty. He offered her his blood,not to drink, but to let it drip over her wounds. A small mercy. A compromise.

That’s when she felt more pain from her wounds, the shock and adrenaline slowly leaving her body. She could feel a gash on her head, and the bite wound from the dead vampire. The pain was sharp now, pulsing with every heartbeat. She wouldn’t last long. Not without help. She didn’t speak. Didn’t look at him. Just nodded once. Reluctantly.

“I…I don’t know where the head wound is…so I’ll have to drink your blood. I don't want you touching me longer than what needs to be done.” She muttered, knowing she didn’t want to find out how bad it was nor did she want the vampire touching her longer than necessary trying to find it. Not that the idea of being touched by the vampire repulsed her, she never had the same level of hatred of her father. But she knew that there was a lot that vampires were capable of, and she didn't want to experience any more than what she had tonight.

"My promise still stands, try anything and this stake goes through your heart." She repeated, wanting to make sure the vampire knew that she wasn't playing around. It was the only thing that was making her feel like she had some sort of power in this situation.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah looked towards the stake, knowing that couldn’t kill him like she would want it to. He had to refrain from smirking at the very thought of this little huntress trying to kill him. But, if she was anything like her father, he wouldn’t be surprised if she actually would try.

On the blood being in her father’s system, Elijah knew enough about human anatomy that blood cells die and regenerate pretty much every day, so even his blood would eventually be replaced for new cells. Just to think of it like a blood transfusion at the hospital for emergency matters. This would at least stabilize him until she was able to call for an ambulance to get them to a hospital. He wouldn’t be waking up any time soon though, given the state of some injuries not being able to be healed. Internally, he would need more intensive care than just vampire blood.

He heard her say that she would drink from him, and so he made sure the wound was still fresh on his wrist and he held it out towards her slowly. Elijah’s eyes focused in on Isolde’s face, and then he began focusing in back on what she said about the vervain. Of course, how did he not think about that factor? Vervain was very common to be ingested by the townsfolk nowadays, he would be surprised more if he came across someone who wasn’t drinking it. Most of it was in the town’s water supply anyways. He was just thankful that the property that him and his family lived on had its own private water system to use.

“I promise I won’t do anything rash, I do not even need a favor returned,” he put out now, wondering if she would help him for helping her father. But he wasn’t going to ask it of her. He usually never asked for favors in return, as that was more of Niklaus’ style.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde looked at his wrist as he held it out, the wound fresh so she could drink from it. There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she placed one hand under his wrist to bring it up to her lips. A metallic taste hit her tongue as she sucked lightly to draw some blood from the wound. Her face grimaced at the sensation, hating the way blood tasted. It was overwhelming almost. She should've been disgusted that she was even doing such an action. But the fear of dying was far too great.

She didn't know how much it took to heal wounds, so she lingered for a few seconds before pulling away and stepping back. "Thank you..." She murmured. At his reassurance that he wouldn't do anything, something in her told her to trust that fact and put her stake in its little pocket. Which she does so. Then a strange feeling washed over her as she felt her cuts healing, the open wounds closing as the process was sped up by the blood. She wasn't so lightheaded from the loss of blood, the vampire blood regenerating her blood cells.

Looking at her father, then back at the vampire, "You should go...I need to get help and the others can't see you." Most importantly her father couldn't see him, especially if he knew who this vampire was. One who dressed in a suit certainly had to have been more known than others, even if she didn't know who he was exactly.

"I'll...make up something on how he recovered. You can't do anything else for us." She states, reaching in her father's pockets for his phone. She never brought her phone on hunts, unless she went alone. Her father told her it was never necessary, he would be there to ensure she was safe. Now look where they are, he's passed out from a near death experience and she's taking help from a vampire of all things.

Turning on the phone and unlocking it she noticed the lack of signal. "Fuck...of course there's no signal," she groans as she stumbles to her feet and takes a few slow steps away from her father. "Idiot..." She berated herself for not realizing that there wouldn't be any sort of signal considering they were in the middle of a forest.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah had watched her drink from him, but he made no motion of how it felt for him. The human drinking from him certainly wasn’t anything special, certainly he did not get any other feeling than a slight tug of hi skin on where she had sucked from the wound. It would be different if she had been a fellow vampire, but he hadn’t had another vampire drink from him in quite some time.

When she was done he pulled his wrist back to him and the cut had quickly healed, leaving no trace of it to be found on his skin. He pulled his sleeve back down and listened to what she told him what she was going to do next. But he knew that if she was to call someone there would be no signal, especially since they were out in the middle of nowhere.

Obviously it wasn’t in his own interest to ask why vampire hunters were out in the middle of nowhere— he knew why they were. So if he wanted to spare any sort of further conflict he knew he needed to leave when she said he needed to. Obviously out of his own choosing, of course, not because some human directed him to.

But then, seeing as her father’s phone truly had no signal, he knew they were practically stranded now. Elijah looked at Isolde and thought a few scenarios through his head. The first was the obvious, offer help again and to direct her to the nearest road. There she could find some kind Samaritan who would help her and her father get to the hospital.

Second, he could be that kind Samaritan and drive them in his own vehicle.

But he wasn’t going to take a chance to be recognized down at the hospital, so he offered the first scenario he had thought through. “It looks like you’re in quite the predicament…If you’d like, I could lead you to the closest road and then we can part ways there—” he mentioned now, but Elijah could already tell that she was strong headed and would probably want to do things on her own.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde shook her head at his offer, "No. You've done enough and we don't need to be further in your debt. Last thing I need is to owe a vampire a favor." She stated, deciding to move her father over so she could get behind him and pick him up by the shoulders. But the way she said the word vampire as if it was a slur. Which to her it wasn't really, but more seemed that way because of how she was raised.

Once she had a comfortable grip on her father, she started to drag him across the ground, going back the way they came. She tried to not pay much attention to the vampire, he still seemed to linger around. "I appreciate all that you've done but you really must go. I can handle this myself." Unless he had a death wish, which then she could say 'I told you so' when her father inevitably saw him. He really wouldn't like the situation at hand, and she didn't want him to find out. That would be harder if this damn vampire didn't leave them alone.

Speaking of which, her father let out a small groan, stirring in unconsciousness as she dragged him across the forest floor. He was a little heavier than she expected, having to take short breaks before continuing. He made her drag weights around every training day. Just in case something like this happened. He told her it wouldn't. Now look at where they were. It seemed like everything her father tried to reassure against happened on this very night.

She started to consider the offer though, her arms not used to carrying straight dead weight, especially her father's. "Fine..." She turned to see if the vampire was still there. She was frustrated that she was having to resort to such an act. Thoughts racing through her mind on how she was going to keep this from her father.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah had been keen on keeping her at distance, especially when she initially declined his offer. Better stay out of more trouble than his family currently was. He then proceeded to watch her take her father upon her shoulders and start dragging him a few feet away from where they were.

She might have thought they had gotten far but they really hadn’t. Her strength wouldn’t be what it normally was, considering their situation. Elijah then heard her ask for help, even as he had began making his way back to his original target, where the witch he had been looking for resided. He turned back, heading over to where she was and weighing his options.

“Let me carry him, I’ll bring you both to the nearest road so you two can get help..but as you mentioned- I…wouldn’t want to get too tied up with you, as you’ll for certain will be a problem later down the line if I stick around.” He knew when he needed to be cautious. He always thought things through, especially in situations like this.

It was just then that Elijah moved and with practiced ease, picking up Isolde’s father like it was nothing. His vampire strength certainly was something else and pretty much everything was weightless…for the most part. If his body was injected with vervain, then— no, nothing was weightless. That ‘kryptonite’ of his basically made him weaker than a newborn. He knew the hunters usually kept some on them so he knew he had to be mindful of that as well.

Once by the road his gently laid her father down and looked to Isolde. “There. I’ll leave you to it then,” he paused and then pulled out a business card from one of his suit’s pockets with his information. “I know you’re not used to doing business with a vampire but…after what I’ve dealt with tonight, maybe we could benefit from each other in some way,” he suddenly said, unsure of why he was offering such a thing. But deep down, it was probably looking for connections to help take down his mother and brother. He continued to hold the card out, waiting for her to take it.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde wasn’t expecting him to turn around, to actually consider helping her and her father like they mattered. But he did, and carried her father like he weighed nothing. She watched and followed in silence. When they reached the road, he set her father down like he was something fragile.

She immediately knelt beside him, brushing the hair from his brow and checking his pulse. It was a habit, though she knew he was fine because of the blood. When the vampire turned back to face her, she tensed and instinctively reached for the stake at her belt. But he didn’t move toward her, he just handed her a business card.

Isolde just stared at it, like it was a weapon or something of the sorts. She reached out, hesitating before she took it. She really didn’t know why she did, she should’ve said no and demanded he leave. Hells, she should’ve killed him, but something stopped her and she hated herself for it. “Thanks…again.” she muttered.

She looked at the card, seeing the name. “Elijah…Mikaelson…” The last name sounded familiar. But she couldn’t pin where she had heard it from. Probably from her father or another hunter. Tucking it into her pocket, she pulled the phone back out and dialed a number for one of their medics.

“Hey…this is Isolde. The mission went sideways and my father took a hit. He’s unconscious but alive. We need extraction.” She explained, giving her estimated coordinates and hanging up the phone. Honestly, she didn’t care too much at that point if the vampire…Elijah…was still there. It would be on him if the others showed up and saw him.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah did not stick around this time. He decided to leave the hunters and to have their own people extract them out. He figured she had gotten signal the moment they hit the road, and by the sound of a nearby commotion- he wasn’t surprised that the other hunters came quickly to their aid.

He had to continue his mission after all. The witch that laid deep in the woods, would have intel on how to kill his mother and his brother- and he wasn’t just talking about the white oak stake that could kill him and his brother permanently. His mother was a witch herself, and knew exactly how to keep herself from dying.

Then again Esther never was one to tell him her secrets of all things.

When he was done meeting up with the witch, he had gotten no further than he had hoped before hand. It was all information he already knew and the witch had undoubtedly proved useless. He sighed and moved away from the woods back to where his current residence was. It was out of the way and actually ‘secluded’, more so than he originally had planned. He needed somewhere where his estranged family members wouldn’t be able to find him. Except, of course for his sister Rebekah and Niklaus alongside that werewolf Hayley his brother had been infatuated with.

Once inside his house he slowly unbuttoned his collar and went immediately for the whiskey. Pouring himself a drink, he took it and then felt his phone buzz with a new notification. Taking it out of his pocket, he had seen that an unknown number had texted him, and he wondered if it could have been the hunter he had met hours earlier.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Eventually the others made it to them with practiced efficiency, taking both of them to the medics that all the hunters went to. Only because how can you explain bite marks to the hospital without looking weird. First solo hunt, Isolde got bit but she killed the vampire before he could kill her. Though she made the mistake of going to hospital, and got some weird looks when she lied about the bite marks. She never went to another hospital again.

A few hours later, Isolde is sitting by her father's cot as he finally wakes up. She had discussed the details of what happened, give or take the fact that he was given vampire blood to speed up the process, and he seemed satisfied that she 'definitely' took care of the creature. "Good, another one of those sinful creatures dead for good." He said as he sat up, feeling really good for someone who had been knocked out for several hours. She never told anyone the extent of his injuries, just to avoid suspicion. From anyone.

"Father, what would you do if a vampire helped you on a hunt?" She asked, wanting to know if she should tell her father about Elijah's assistance.

"I'd kill them." He was short with his answer, but knew Isolde would have wanted more so he continued, "I would let them believe I was grateful, then kill them when their guard is down." The response made her bite her tongue on the whole 'a vampire helped us' bit.

"Okay...good to know." She muttered to herself, like she always did whenever she got an answer she wasn't particularly fond of. "Next question," She adds as her father stands to leave the medical clinic, "who are the Mikaelsons?" The question made her father stop in his tracks before he even reached the door.

Turning to face his daughter with an almost cold look on his face, "Those are the eldest vampires in history, the original ones to be more specific. One is a hybrid, a vampire and a werewolf. Don't cross one, they are known for a lack of mercy. Except one, he's known to be more noble, reserved, than the rest. But that's just as scary. They are dangerous Isolde. If you ever cross paths with one, run." His tone was stern, like he was scolding her for the question. "Why, was there one at the hunt site?" He asked her, looking at her with an almost...scared expression. But he never showed fear, not to her, not to anyone.

"No. I was just curious. I heard the name and it sounded familiar. I have to clean my quarters, I'll join you for supper." She told him before giving him a slight bow and taking off to her sleeping quarters. She didn't really have to clean them, but she wanted to get away from the conversation and possibly more prying.

Now she was curious about this...Elijah, the vampire from the hunt. She grabbed the card from her outfit from the hunt, inputting the number in her phone without a contact name for now. Then she texted the number, 'Why did you help us? You could have let us die.' She refused to believe that he helped them without wanting anything in return. No one did.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah read the message, and gave a soft, internal sigh. He then answered honestly. I was in the area for something else when that vampire attacked you both, he had never seen a vampire act like that before. It had an insurmountable amount of rage within itself. And he knew if he had been able to investigate the body of that vampire before the hunters had shown up— he would have learned more answers.

Elijah took a sip of his drink, looking up when he heard the front door open. Given the scent of blood, it definitely had been his brother, Niklaus. “Did you find anything of use out there, brother?” He called out, and got an irritated groan in return.

“Not in particular, but who knows what dear old mother can be up to, now that she’s no longer within our vicinity,” Niklaus answered, looking at Elijah and his own bloodied visage. “What in the hells happened to you?” He asked curiously, scenting some others on his skin. “Hunters?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Yes,” Elijah answered, figuring it was nothing he had to hide. “I came across them accidentally in trailing our witch, but that witch proved useless.” He groaned slightly and shakes his head. He then sat down his glass on the counter. “I’m heading up to my room,” he began and then paused. “Niklaus…have you…ever met a vampire who couldn’t control their blood lust?” He asked and watched as Klaus look a bit surprised at the question.

“What, like a ripper? Come now Elijah, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten basic common knowledge… it isn’t like you,” he says and frowns. “Why? Is that what you encountered tonight?” He asked, seeing Elijah stare out into space, like he was putting something together in his head.

“No…maybe? This vampire was different than from usual rippers..” he stated. “He was more rabid, and wasn’t just killing to enjoy it, he was just…attacking at random—“ Elijah paused, frowning but more. “But…I think it magic may have to do with how he- it, was influenced and where magic is..” Elijah began, with Niklaus finishing his sentence, “Esther is involved somehow,” he sighed and looked disgusted.

Elijah turned and went up the stairs towards his room. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we may be able to use the hunters I met earlier tonight to our advantage with putting a stop to our problem— one way or another.” He added as he left Niklaus on the lower floor. But by asking the hunters for help would ultimately put him and his other remaining family members in harms way, especially if they figure out the actual way to kill them.

Retiring to his bedroom, he decided to finally get out of these clothes and head for the bathroom to wash up, leaving his phone plugged in by his nightstand for the time being.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde sighed at the response he gave, figured that he wouldn't give any other details but she couldn't help but ask, 'So it was just out of the kindness of your heart? You don't want favors? Your family isn't exactly known for doing things without wanting something in return.' She replied back, putting her phone into her pocket while waiting for a reply.

Meanwhile she headed to the archives, somewhere she had hoped her father would let her work but he just had to keep the legacy. She wanted to learn more about the Mikaelson family, her father didn't seem too interested in giving her details. Only to stay away from them. That certainly didn't satisfy her mind, especially after being saved by one who 'happened to be in the area'. It didn't sit right with her. Vampires never helped the hunters without an ulterior motive as far as she was aware. Any stories of any sort of guidance from a vampire led to death. Either to the vampire or the hunter.

Though in her research she couldn't find much. Just information about the curse on Niklaus, the hybrid, and general information on the rest. Names, estimated ages, and facts on behaviors. Few hunters managed to get away, that's how these were here along with general knowledge of the family.

Elijah was marked as the noble one, though she would've guessed that based on the suit and way he handled himself in the woods. A stronger moral compass compared to the rest, and shows more acts of selflessness rather than wanting something in return for a favor. Almost always seen with Niklaus, or working behind him.

It made more sense now that he helped them and didn't request anything in return. But she still had to be suspicious, to be prepared if he did want something.

As she left the archives, her father caught her a few feet away from the building, "What were you doing in there?" His tone was accusatory, like he already knew the answer.

"I...I was just doing research on the vampire we encountered. He seemed...rabid. Not like the normal rippers, but something worse." She explains, knowing that would get him off her back.

He seemed to take the answer, giving her a nod, "Good. I'll have the scholars find out more. There might be a witch that's enhancing that in vampires. We'll need to find them and kill them before they create any more." He starts to walk away but turns back, "Next time tell me, you don't belong in the archives. You're a hunter. You should know better." He scolds before walking away to do whatever it was he was already walking towards.

With a sigh she walks away once she knows he won't turn back, heading to her room and going to get ready for bed.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

(Ngl I totally forgot about the rippers from this universe XD, I also will have edited my last post to reflect this)

When Elijah returned from the bathroom, he saw his phone that had lit up the moment he reached his bedside. He had thought back to earlier, where that vampire had attacked from before. Both him and Niklaus already knew of rippers- hell, his brother had encouraged one not too long ago. These rippers were vampires consumed by their own bloodlust and they possessed little to no control, ending up usually as mass murderers.

Which tracked with the theory that this vampire may have been one, but going back to his earlier theory, is that it must have been influenced by magic in some way, not really controlled but..the ripper gene was being heightened, if that was any way possible.

And if that was the case, then rippers would be even more worse than they typically were.

Sighing, he sat on his bed and finally looked to his phone. Reading the message, he frowned slightly, why did humans always assume a favor is owed if he had extended help? He was being truthful, he had just been in the area and was there at the right time. Sure, he could use the hunters to his advantage, but going off his earlier thought—having them as allies would actually be more dangerous. Considering that if Elijah let his guard down, the hunters could actually hurt him in some way.

A silly thought, nothing could really hurt him…not in the way they thought, at least.

He then decided to reply, sending the text. ‘No favors owed. Unless, you’d like to meet me for coffee at the Witch’s Brew— then, I’ll possibly figure out a favor needing to be fulfilled.’

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde had gotten out of the shower when she saw her phone light up on the nightstand. She got dressed and wrapped her hair in the towel before walking over to grab the device. She had several other notifications, like from her father, but she ignored it and went for the one she knew was Elijah.

She frowned at the message, no favors? That certainly didn't seem right. And there was a part of her nagging at her to just leave it be. If she didn't owe anything to the vampire, keep it that way. But she would admit she was curious, what could he possibly have to ask of her. So, she replied against everything telling her not to. 'Give me a time and I'll consider it. Just not at night, too many of your kind roaming around.'

It was true, and while her father would love to go out at night and kill any and all vampires he comes across, she was not her father. Quickly before Elijah would have a chance to reply she adds, 'No tricks'.

Though she knew realistically she couldn't stop him from doing anything. She also felt ridiculous now, with her earlier threats to the original vampire. She was surprised he didn't laugh in her face at the null threats. But was the 'noble one' after all.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she made her way to the dining room to have dinner with her father. He sat there waiting, looking almost as annoyed as usual. He wasn't that much different when it was just the two of them. Which always bugged her growing up. But anytime she tried to explain her feelings he disregarded both her and her emotions. It led to her avoid confiding in him at all.

"You lied." That was all he said when she took her seat. "I talked to the archivists. They said you didn't check out anything about rippers or anything of the sorts." He paused, his expression settling into something more...disappointing. A look she was more than familiar with. "You were researching the Original Vampires. Why?" He wasn't really asking, the sharpness in his tone showed more of a demand than anything.

"I was simply curious father. I heard the name today and I didn't know what it meant. You know how I-" Her sentence was interrupted with a loud thud on the table.

"NO!" He shouts, causing Isolde to flinch. "I told you what you needed to know. That is it. I don't want to hear anything else about that family. Anyone who does that research gets pulls in too deep, trying to find more. You will not go down that path do you understand me?" There wasn't room for discussion, so she simply nodded, looking down at her food before eating in silence.

After dinner she made her way back to her room, and laid in her bed. She was definitely going to meet with Elijah now. If that family got her father so worked up, she wanted to know why.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah had his phone messages already open, waiting for a reply from Isolde. The moment she texted back, he noticed the no tricks and shook his head, even though no one would see it. He replied with, ‘Fine, of course…no tricks. See you there at 8’

He left it at that and turned his phone over. Once settled in bed he looked at his ring his mother hand made for him and the rest of his family. Daylight rings. Although for him and his siblings, not necessarily needed all that much. But rather to take all the necessary cautions instead.

He laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes. Obviously vampires didn’t need to sleep like normal humans, but Elijah did so to just feel…normal, in a sense. It kept his sanity up and he actually preferred it, instead of staying awake long hours.
-

In the morning, Elijah was already at the coffee house, sitting at a table near a window. He was dressed a bit more simpler this time. Just a dark collared dress shirt, dark dress pants and shoes. His collar was slightly unbuttoned at the top for a more ‘causal’ vibe, but still, with his well groomed hair and shaven face, it was hard to tell he was being casual.

He patiently waited for the hunter to show up, wondering exactly what he would tell Isolde and how he would come up with a favor that needed to be owed.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

(Slight TW: Suicide)

Isolde saw the message before going to sleep, but she didn't respond, feeling it wasn't necessary. Eventually she drifted off to sleep, nightmares plaguing her sleep as per usual. Though she grew quite used to them, it wasn't often she actually felt the nightmares.

Though tonight they were particularly brutal. It started off with the hunt they went on, it was going like normal. Until after her father was fed the blood. Then the scene changed and she found herself in the clinic, sitting next to her father's cot. Though he was angry instead of grateful. He found out about the blood, she could see the disappointment in her face, "I'm sorry..." She whispered, "Please forgive me. I had to, I had no choice!" She cried out, watching as he took a blade to his throat. "No!" She went to reach for him before she woke up, sitting up in a cold sweat.
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She could feel tears falling down the side of her face. Wiping her face she looked outside her window and light was peeking through. Looking at the time it was 6:00. Enough time for her to quickly get ready and leave. She cleaned up her face to make sure it didn't look like she had one of her nightmares, putting on light makeup to help. Then she changed into a pair of black leggings and a navy blue long-sleeved shirt that seemed to stop right where the band of her leggings were in.

She put her hair into a bun, hiding a smaller wooden stake inside. Grabbing a leather jacket and her purse, she headed out. Her father was waiting outside the door, he looked over her, narrowing his eyes, "Where are you going so early?" He asked.

"Out. I wanted to get some coffee. Alone." She added that bit to tell him she was still upset with him from last night. He got the message and nodded.

"Have fun." He said, moving to the side to allow her to pass.

She made her way to her car, a few other hunters making sure they weren't in her path. Perks of being a Blackthorne.

Eventually Isolde got to the coffee shop with a few minutes left to spare till 8. She entered and saw Elijah sitting at a table already. He seemed...more casually dressed compared to their initial meeting. Now it made her wonder if he knew who she was. Shaking her head of the thought, part of her guessing he did. She figured he saw or heard her coming so she just sat down across from him.

"Hello..." She muttered, giving him a nod before glancing out the window, hoping she wasn't going to regret this.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah had immediately picked up on Isolde’s presence when she entered the shop, and by the time she had gotten there he had ordered a simple black coffee in a plain, white coffee mug. He had added a bit of creamer to it, but nothing more than that.

Once she had settled down, he looked at her, trying to analyze what she was already planning in her head, as any hunter would do when confronting one as himself. But given the nature of her lack of…distain for him, meant that she really didn’t know who he was. Now that he thought back on it, the previous night, she hadn’t really knew about him either, which might give him some leverage.

“Good morning,” he returned while picking up his cup and sipping from it. “I’m sure you came because you’d like some answers..” he then gestured to the menu in front of her. “Why don’t you order yourself something first, before we go ahead and discuss.” Elijah suggested, even as he kept his senses sharp, making sure that she wasn’t followed by anyone, especially by her father.

And there was much to discuss, perhaps some common ground he would be able to find would be that vampire he disposed of last night. Surely, if it had been a ripper he would have known about it long before it went and attacked both Isolde and her father. Which just further proved his suspicions on what it actually was— a ripper vampire being manipulated by his witch of a mother— or someone else with ulterior motive.

Once Isolde had ordered what she wanted from the menu, he glanced back out the window before his deep brown gaze fell back onto Isolde’s face. “I’m assuming you probably won’t fulfill what favor I want until I answer a few of your questions then, am I correct?”

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde ordered a coffee to her liking and a small pastry. That was going to be her breakfast since she left first thing after getting dressed. She looked to him, eyes narrowing slightly as she thought about what to say. "I do want answers. I want to know what you know about that vampire that you killed. Why was he so...rabid? Also, what does an Original want to do with a hunter? Last I checked you guys aren't particularly fond of us." She wanted to make it clear that she knew who he was, at least by reputation. Her voice remained low, a habit when discussing anything supernatural out in the open.

"Also, this is a one-time thing. If my father finds out I'm meeting with a vampire of all creatures, Original or not, he will find a way to have your head and mine on a stick." She said, her demeanor changing when her coffee and pastry came. She took that as an opportunity to let him speak. Otherwise, she would've kept going.

Over the messages he didn't know what favor he wanted, so naturally she was curious about what it was. But they would get to that eventually.

She couldn't help but tap her foot repeatedly against the floor, looking out the window as if she was searching for someone. She was in a way looking for her father. With the way she left she wouldn't be surprised if he followed her out here. He's done worse. She also kept an eye out for anyone else she knew, hunters and witches alike. They would rat her out if they saw her with the Original. Of course, if they recognized him.

The more Isolde worried about being spotted, the more she was rethinking this whole thing. Maybe she shouldn't have come, maybe she should have said no public spaces. Her mind was endless with things she should've done. But she needed answers, and the witches they had connections to wouldn't provide results right away. They were stubborn. So this was her only option.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah’s jaw clenched ever so slightly the moment he mentioned that she knew he was an original, but no matter, not like she could do actual harm. Now what to do about his own information he was about to spill to her. Difficult choices indeed, especially when she mentioned that he should be so careful on their meeting instead.

He gave a small chuckle, leaning back in his chair and kept a neutral expression towards her. “First of all, I was being honest about last night. I had other things to do in the area, and you and your father just so happened to be there when that vampire attacked,” He also kept his tone low, knowing that anyone could be listening in to his conversation.

Elijah looked down at his cup in one of his hands, before continuing to speak. “What I do know is that vampire was most definitely a ripper. What I cannot figure out is why it acted differently than the other rippers I’ve encountered in the past,” he looked a bit troubled, even if his expression was hard to read.

“Originally I’d have no use for your kind,” he speaks next, looking up. “But that vampire can prove useful to me if I’m just able to study it somehow…I know that your people have taken the body to their labs, and I want their research on what they’ve found,” he said next, not exactly telling her why he would need to study the vampire he killed yesterday. But knowing if magic was used on it would definitely help him go into the right direction. As his mother was still hellbent on killing him and the rest of their family— so that she could ‘atone’ for her sins.

Well Elijah was atoning for his and his family sins in his own way, but not by choosing death. He liked his life a little bit more than he had expected and did not want to die— not yet, at least.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde eyed him carefully, noticing the way his jaw clenched when she revealed she knew who he was. So he wasn't expecting that...good to know. She scoffed, "You think I can just go around demanding research? I'm a hunter. Not a scientist or a scholar. That's not my jurisdiction." That wasn't entirely true, using her father's reputation she could certainly get anything she needed. But he didn't know that...as far as she was aware.

"And they haven't had the vampire for that long. They're not going to produce instant results. If that's what you need, I can't give it to you." She wasn't apologetic, she wasn't going to further damage her relationship with her father. As much as she despised the man, she still had a need for his approval. It was...pathetic really. And after last night their relationship wasn't exactly doing too great.

"This was a waste..." She muttered as she pulled out 3 five-dollar bills and placing them on the table before getting up to leave. If he didn't know anything, then she couldn't help. Simple. While technically she should've helped him, considering he helped both her and her father in one night, she's very set on her decision. "Have a good day." She said, nodding before walking away.

It wasn't the smartest thing to do, walking away from an Original of all people. But she wasn't going to just sit there and say she would get the information. That would be worse than telling the man she simply couldn't do the task. Betrayal tended to be a sore subject for most people. For a vampire over a century old, it probably hit a little harder. Not something she wanted to deal with.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah gave a small, irritated sigh at what she pointed out. “I know that, and I am a very patient man— I’m willing to wait,” he mentioned, as he realized she wasn’t even listening to him anymore. He then watched her get money out of her wallet before getting up to leave. He knew he couldn’t intervene, and he wasn’t going to do so.

Either way he would get his hands on that research about the vampire. He didn’t know how he would get it, but knowing his brother, Niklaus may come up with more unsavory tactics to do so. He then finished his coffee before leaving his own tip, and then silently getting up from the table, walking out and giving a curt nod to the owner of the place, who was a witch who had overheard everything. This witch was on Elijah’s side though, as he had done a great many things for her and her family in the past, she owed him one.

Elijah didn’t bother following Isolde, as it wasn’t his intent. But he did know that someone was tracking her- and the outcome wouldn’t be good either way if she returned back to the hunter’s guild now. He wondered if he should warn her, considering that she was a hunter and should have been more alert to her surroundings. Then again, that hunter who had been tracking Isolde wasn’t exactly easy to spot, even for a vampire like Elijah.

The moral compass that drove him made him groan internally inside and he decided to call Isolde this time, wondering if she would pick up.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde was done with the conversation, not acknowledging his words as she eventually left the shop. There was something that told her to go back and agree. But the hunter in her told her the meeting never should have happened in the first place.

Eventually she takes off driving, though she did notice a few familiar cars tailing her. She wasn't sure if it was Elijah...or someone else. She decided to take a quick detour on her way back home. Hoping to throw them off. Something in her was scared that it was someone who was an enemy of her father. They tried from time to time to get to her in an attempt to get to him. It never worked out well.

She seemed to have lost one of the cars, but the other wasn't as slick as they thought they were. After a while she decided to deal with them personally. Eventually stopping for gas on her way back to the guild, she went inside to get something to drink when her phone rang. Recognizing the number, she groaned before picking it up, "Listen I don't care how patient you are. I'm not getting you that research. Find someone else." She said sternly, getting a few strange glances from the clerk and other customers. She ignored them.

Isolde saw the car that had been following her pull into the lot. They certainly weren't trying to hide it anymore. Holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder, she undid her bun and pulled out the stake. More strange looks. It wasn't probably the weapon of her choosing for another human but it would have to do.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

"Ms. Blackthorne, I strongly suggest you listen to me first before you jump to any conclusions..." Elijah retorted back in his own stern tone, soon looking around the street first before he continued to walk towards where he left his vehicle. He needed to get to his car so that his conversation with the hunter would go...undisturbed. Once in his car he locked the door and continued to speak to Isolde. "I assume a hunter such as yourself has noticed that you're being followed, am I correct on that?"

He had asked, but it really was more of a rhetorical question. With the hunter being followed - if she returned back to the hunter's guild, surely her father already knew about their meeting. Which meant any hopes of getting the vampire from the previous night was now thrown out the window, and he would have to resort to other measures. But what they were, he wasn't so sure as of yet.

"I also assume you know what's waiting back for you if you return home." He didn't really give her a chance to speak. Isolde was perhaps his last resort as of now to help him in figuring out how to kill his mother and his older brother Finn first, before Esther had a chance to go through on her plan and kill them all instead via a blood link with doppelganger blood. He already knew about the white oak stake, that was fine - but that would only help perish his brother and not his mother. If Elijah knew anything about hunters is that they also knew how to deal with Witches. And with Jeremy Gilbert, the last hunter he knew out of the picture, Elijah didn't have many options left.

"Forget about what I asked earlier on the vampire, I now have a new favor needing owed instead, but I will not tell it to you until you go where these coordinates lead you. And then, only then, you can then fulfill the favor owed to me." Elijah paused, figuring that demanding her to go wouldn't be his best option. "But..it is your choice to go if you so wish, of course, I cannot make you I-" the phone was cut off as the call dropped, but thankfully just in time, the coordinates sent to Isolde's phone were there. But now she was brought up with her own dilemma, go back to the hunters and possibly be imprisoned or worse, killed... or be indebted to an Original.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde huffed at the way he referred to her by her last name. So he did know who she was. Great. "Yes, I'm aware of my little tail. I'm about to take care of that little problem..." She spoke as she snuck through the back of the gas station. She obviously couldn't fight them in the middle of a store, where there were eyes everywhere. "I am also now painfully aware that I have no home now. Thanks to our little meeting." Her tone showed her frustration as she paced the alleyway, waiting for a response.

Right as Elijah spoke of a new favor, the hunter that had been following her came through the back door. "Got to go I'll consider it." She said quickly before hanging up the call and placing it in her jacket. Discarding the jacket on the floor, she put her hair back up into a quick bun and gripped the stake. She was at a disadvantage, but she would make it work.

Isolde recognized the hunter, a friend of hers and the one who trained alongside her, Lucas. The fellow hunter pulled out a few daggers, an almost...sympathetic look on his face. "You really have disappointed your father. I hope you know you're not coming back to the guild. Not alive at least." he explained, twirling the daggers with his hands. "It's a shame, everyone thought you would join your father. But joining with an Original? That's unforgiveable."

"I wasn't joining the Original. He had information that I needed. For the Guild. But if you guys can't see that then that's on you." She told him right before she charged.

Lucas sidestepped her attack with ease, one dagger slicing toward her ribs. She twisted mid-run, the blade grazing her side but missing anything vital. She ducked under his second swing and drove her shoulder into his chest, knocking him back a step. He grunted, surprised by the attack. She used the moment to jab the stake toward his thigh, but he twisted, catching her wrist and slamming her into the brick wall.

“You’re still fast,” he muttered, pressing the cold steel of a dagger to her throat. “But not fast enough.” Though despite his want to gain favor, there was hesitance. And she took advantage of that.

She kneed him hard in the gut. He staggered, and Isolde took the opportunity to slip free, rolling across the pavement. Her stake managed to fall from her grip and out of reach. She hopped to her feet and held her fists up as Lucas charged her again with the blades in a fury of slashes. She dodged the first, blocked the second one with her forearm, and caught his wrist on the third. She twisted it, forcing him to drop the dagger. It hit the floor and she kicked it away.

He tried to punch her, but she ducked and drove her elbow into his jaw. He reeled and she dove for the dagger and the stake. Her fingers had just enough time to close around the wood when he tackled her from behind. They hit the ground hard. He sliced his remaining dagger through her sleeve, nicking her arm. She let out a cry, but in return slammed the stake through the back of his shoulder. Lucas cried out and rolled off of her.

Isolde scrambled to her feet, blood dripping from her arm in more than one spot and from her side. Lucas rose to his feet slowly, clutching his shoulder. "Are you going to kill me now?" he asked, voice shaky.

She shook her head, grabbing the daggers and walking over to pull the stake out of him. He let out a quiet scream, not wanting to draw any more attention than they might've already. "No. I want you to go back to the guild, and tell my father that if he wants me dead he can do it his damn self." She said before going to grab her jacket and leave back through the store.

Getting what she needed from inside, she eventually got back to her car. Her wounds slowly closed, the vampire blood was still in her system from the previous evening. Good this she didn't die then. Typing the coordinates into her GPS she made her way there.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

When she arrived at her destination, she had pulled into what seemed to be like a cabin in the woods- a very remote and secure place. There were security cameras all around and she had to be let in by an automated gate system. Whoever had seen her pull up probably was expecting a guest.

The gate was electrified and surrounded nearly 3 acres of land. The cabin was also located by a small lake as well, making a vacation getaway destination. Isolde would note how old the trees seemed to be in the area, and that the grounds she was on was probably historic.

It was only about five minutes later that Elijah had stepped out from the garage that was separate from the cabin, and he had locked eyes with Isolde, his expression was hard to read. He gestured for her to park her car inside of the garage, which the door was open now, and when she had done so he opened the car door for her. “Ms. Blackthorne, before you go swinging a stake at me, I want you to know that I have no ill intentions in harming you,” and she would know better than to trust a vampire- but she wouldn’t be able to pick up any lies from Elijah.

Elijah had let her step out of the car, and they both soon moved towards the outside, before the car was locked and the garage door shut. “This place is a safe house, no signal can get through here as it’s entirely off grid,” he mentioned now as he watched her survey the area. He looked back at her curiously. “I’m…surprised that you came,” he told her truthfully.

He had already scented the dried blood on her, and figured that she had some altercation with another hunter before coming to this location. He soon glanced around before gesturing towards the front door of the oversized cabin. “Follow me,” he says and walked towards it, easily having his back turned towards her. When he did so, she would find that he wasn’t exactly on guard with her.

Elijah then opened up the door and stepped inside. The inside was more…cozy, than expected, and it felt honestly like the whole place had been frozen in time. But there was hardly a speck of dust to be found in the area, as if someone was maintaining the place every now and then.

Elijah soon closed the door behind them and stepped away, giving Isolde some distance. He expected she had many questions and for him, he wold try to answer to the best of his ability.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde was exhausted by the time she got to her destination. When she got to the gate she was about to pull out until it opened for her. She was expected, it seemed. She saw Elijah come out from the garage a few minutes after she pulled into the gates. How long exactly she couldn't keep track, her head pounding after the attack.

Her first instinct was to attack him, but seeing how she lacked the energy to do so she just stared at him with an exhausted look when he opened the door for her. "Not like it would do anything to you anyways..." She muttered, stepping out from her car. "I'm surprised too..." She commented, following him without any sort of protest.

The place wasn't what she expected, it was cozy. Certainly not a vibe she was expecting from someone so formal. "Why did you want me to come here, and why did you warn me about the hunter?" She narrowed her eyes as she tried to read him. His face or body language, anything, but the man was unreadable. Something that frustrated her. She was used to being able to read a person, to practically know what they were thinking and what they were going to do next. But she couldn't do that with him

"You'll also have to forgive my current state. The hunter problem was harder to get rid of than I expected..." She added, gesturing to the tears in her sleeve and side of her shirt. Most of the time when she ended up like this the first thing she wanted to do was clean up and rest. But she wanted answers more than she did sleep. Though she would admit she was a little worried about the stench of blood coming off of her. If Elijah had control more specifically. Most vampires at the smell of blood, fresh or dry, tended to get a little hungry.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

“No matter,” he responded as she told him to disregard her current state. “I’ve seen much worse,” Elijah mentioned and gestured to the living room. “You can leave your shoes by the door.” He said as he walked over to the couches and sat on one opposite of where she might sit.

“As for all of your questions…you’re…valuable to me, in a way.” He started before he leaned forward slightly. “It turns out that I do need you for something and that something is to help me defeating and hopefully killing my mother and older brother. Well, my brother is easy to kill if we have the right instruments, but my mother..”

If Isolde had done her research she would see that his mother was a very powerful witch. “And I know that you and your father have been very capable in dealing with the supernatural.” But he knew he was taking risks here, and was out of options, especially now that Isolde’s father had figured out what she had been up to and was probably now tracking her down.

He watched her with unreadable eyes, but he realized she seemed wary. “As for the dried blood…” Elijah trailed off, “I haven’t tasted a human in quite some time. I assure you that I, pose no danger to you.” He tried to reassure, but he figured she wouldn’t be convinced. If it was true he hadn’t fed off of a human in a while…who knows what else would happen.