Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

Isolde took off her shoes, placing them by the doorway. The least she could do was respect the place. Then she took a seat across from where Elijah sat. "We kill vampires. We don't kill witches." She said firmly, knowing full and well who his mother was. The most powerful witch known to exist, also the ones who turned her family into vampires.

"And I did learn from my father, but he is still a better hunter than I... speaking of which..." She took her phone out, taking it in both her hands and snapping the thing after a small struggle. Normally it'd be easier, but her body wasn't exactly complying with her after the fight with Lucas. "I'll need a new one. So I can't be tracked. Also I hope this place is protected, magically I mean. The Guild does have witches at their disposal. And well, if you want me alive you don't want them to find me." She adds, placing the now broken phone in her lap.

"I appreciate the attempt to reassure me that you won't try and come for me and my blood, but it won't work. Vampires drink human blood by nature and animal blood makes them weaker...I would assume an Original such as yourself would drink human blood. After all, you wouldn't want to be weaker if you can prevent it." She knew the animal blood fact after doing some research on the Salvatore Family a while back. There was a hunter that had went out there, but he never made it back.

Eyeing him carefully, still trying to figure out any sort of ulterior motive, she quickly continued. "Also, why a Hunter? You most likely have an arsenal of vampires and witches, maybe werewolves and hybrids because of your brother, and yet you chose to come to a Hunter for help? It doesn't make sense so forgive me if I'm a little skeptical." It truly did strike her odd, and it frustrated her that she couldn't figure it out. This vampire was annoyingly difficult. He was too calm, hard to read, and clearly needed her otherwise she probably wouldn't be alive.
 
(Forgive me if we go off the rails of the actual lore, I’m doing my research where I can but I have not watched the originals much, only the vampire diaries)

Elijah leaned back against the couch, knowing full well that hunters did not track down and kill witches. “I’m fully aware of that fact, Ms. Blackthorne. But my mother is no ordinary witch,” he began and looked a bit annoyed at what he was about to say. “She always ‘body jumps’. She does this to any witch she finds so that she can keep on living for as long as she has. But I have a plan, and, if by some miracle I’m able to turn her into what she hates the most— a vampire, that means she can actually be killed for good.”

Elijah looked to Isolde, “I’m sure you’re aware that if I turn her, that would mean she loses her powers, and it would be an advantage to both of us.” As for his brother…he wondered if he should truly trust Isolde to help, given if she found out how to kill an original— she could potentially use that against him.

He then watched her bring out her phone and was actually surprised on how she was able to snap her phone- although it did take some effort on her part. Hearing her ask about this place being magically protected, he gave a small smirk in reply. “What do you mistake me for, a newborn?” He shakes his head. “Of course this place is protected. There are wards in this house, and in the surrounding forest. I wouldn’t call this a safe house for nothing.”

Elijah then heard of her asking about the blood, and he sighed, “I understand your lack of trust, but the synthetic blood I’ve been supplementing has actually helped me more than harmed. Don’t you remember when I disposed of that vampire so easily for you?” He reminded her. “Synthetic blood can be modified in a way that human blood cannot, and I actually prefer it,” he added in.

When she asked about why he would use her, he actually made a face that looked like he was contemplating his answer. “Because that is exactly what they would expect of me, to bring another vampire or hybrid or witch— not a hunter. You’d be someone they wouldn’t expect me to use.” He explains.

After a bit of silence he eventually got up from the couch. “Follow me, I’ll lead you to your room. In there are some clothes you could use if you’d like.” He turns and leads her up a staircase, over to a room down the hall with what appeared to be a small yet elegant adorned room. Considering the way the cabin had looked it was unexpected.

“This is my sister’s room, but she never visits this place anymore, so you are free to use it.” He explained and looked at her. “There’s an attached en-suite bathroom too, everything you’ll need is also in there.” How convenient. He looked down the hallway towards the steps. “My room is on the opposite end of this hallway. I’m sure you won’t need anything of me, but I will be there for the time being,” he of course wouldn’t be able to leave as easily as he hoped, knowing that her father would probably be tracking him down as well. No matter though, he would contact Niklaus later to help. Hopefully, his brother would be of some use this time.
 
(It's no worries, it makes things a little more interesting!)

Isolde's eyes narrowed at the plan, which hung on to this idea of a 'miracle' that he had planned. She still didn't fully understand why he was coming to her for help. He could do the killing himself, with or without an army of other supernatural creatures behind him.

She figured with the way he didn't go into killing his brother, that it meant she didn't trust him with the way to kill and Original. Which, based on her upbringing, made sense. Though she wasn't as determined as her father to kill vampires. And now that she wasn't under his watch anymore, she could hate vampires a little less. Only a little. After all they were responsible for her mother's death. As much as her father tried to hide it from her, she understood how she died.

But she was snapped from her thoughts as he continued after pointing out the place was warded, rolling her eyes at his little reminder. She was fully aware of what had happened, and painfully aware of how much she owed this damn creature. "Synthetic blood?" she echoed; the confusion plastered on her face. She'd never heard of synthetic blood, then again, she wasn't too versed in all things vampire.

It made a bit more sense to Isolde, his reasoning for using her against her mother and brother. "Why not do it yourself?" she asked, following him as he led her up a staircase. "Or does the noble brother not want any more blood on his hands than necessary?" She was only half joking, knowing the vampire had a reputation of doing what was necessary.

The room was not at all what she was expecting, decorated in a way that was rather different from the entire cabin itself. Hopefully the clothes were more...modern. But if this belonged to the sister, it might be half and half. "Thanks..." she muttered, knowing that as soon as he left her to go do whatever it is he needed to do, she would be in fact taking a warm shower and cleaning off the dried blood.

"For the time being? You're leaving me here?" Her head snapped to look at him, a frown of confusion on her face. Not like she had anywhere to go, with her father hunting for her. Most likely Elijah too, but he could handle himself more than she could against her father.
 
Elijah had heard all of her questions and had only given her a brief glance from them. He easily towered over her while she had asked why he was leaving her side. He gave a small laugh and shook his head. “My room? I’ll be there if you need me…unless by some reason you’re lonely for company?” He practically teased her. He gave a soft smirk from his teasing tone, but she could tell he didn’t mean anything by it.

“I’m sure that you’ve noticed my attempts at killing my own family have gone…awry, so I need someone who can help me in my plan.” He suddenly said before he turned around and had her back to him again this time. “And, well, if you don’t work out I’ll find someone else instead.” Practically calling her easily replaceable.

He walked over to his room and opened the door. His room was much more simple and actually matched the theme of the place they were in. He gave a final glance to Isolde who had remained at the door. “If you need anything to eat, there’s food downstairs. Feel free to use the kitchen to your liking. Any questions, come and ask me directly.” He finished saying before he walked through and shut the door behind him.

In truth, he had to get away from Isolde, her dried blood— although dried…had scented like a sweet, deep wine. He would be lying if he didn’t say to her that he did not feed on humans anymore. He did once every now and then, but he mainly stopped because they were not filling his current obsession on pleasing his…refined palette. He was looking for one that had sweet undertones to it, almost like a dessert. He feared that Isolde would be that missing piece for him, but he reminded himself to keep his composure.
 
Isolde's face had a slight flush to it at his tease, "That was not what I meant!" She protested, "You said 'for the time being' implying you plan on leaving this...cabin eventually. I'd rather not be left alone in a cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere." she added, letting out a huff of frustration. Stupid vampires.

Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief; she was basically dispensable to this man. Of course, it really didn't surprise her, but he doesn't have to say it to her face. "Asshole..." She muttered as he went inside his room, not really caring if he heard it. She went straight to grab a new set of clothes and a towel to shower, shutting the door a little harshly behind her.

The bathroom really had everything, and that frustrated her even more. He acted like she was some key component to his plan, housing her in this place, offering to provide anything she needed, and then told her she was easily replaceable. The high contrast was just swarming through her mind, and she couldn't understand it. Why wouldn't he go for someone who had more experience, someone who was less likely to die in such a high-profile attack? Though someone with more experience was less likely to help him, so there was her answer. Just go through younger hunters until one succeeds in helping him. Great.

She took a warm shower, watching the water turn red as the blood washed off of her. How much of it was hers and how much was Lucas's, she couldn't tell. She stood under the water until it turned clear as it went down the drain, finally washing her hair and body. There wasn't too much variety for pajamas, silk and satin sets, and nightgowns. She went with a red silk pajama set. One that was long-sleeved and had pants.

Feeling a grumble in her stomach, she wrapped her hair in the towel and headed to where Elijah said the kitchen was. She put a few eggs to boil in a small pot and got a few pieces of bread ready to toast for an egg salad sandwich. Something she found simple to make and easy to satisfy her hunger.

After making two sandwiches, with some egg leftover, she stuck the leftovers in the fridge before sitting at the dining table to eat her sandwiches. She glanced at the stairs, wondering if Elijah was going to be cooped up in his room the whole time. Not that she really cared, but he was her only social contact here. And well...humans do need to socialize every now and then. At least she certainly did.
 
Elijah had to keep it this way, he could not get attached to this woman, for any reason. So the further distance they had in between one another, the better. Elijah did not like it though, having to practically put a wall in between him and her. He didn’t want to seem cold or to come off as an ass, but he knew that forming any sense of a friendship with Isolde would eventually be his downfall. Then his family would probably use her against him.

Sighing, he went to clean himself up, not taking too long before he was finished. Stepping out of the shower, he could hear that Isolde had finally made her way downstairs to make some food. He also could smell it. Whilst he didn’t need human food to survive, he did every now and then try to have some. But the taste was lackluster and didn’t hold any meaning to him anymore.

Isolde, while watching the stairs would see him come down eventually. He was wearing dark black satin, high quality pajamas. It was practically no different than the suits he wore. A buttoned down collared shirt with long pants. Surprisingly enough, his aftershave was very pleasant and not overwhelming. He looked to Isolde as he came down to grab himself something to drink. “I see you made use of the kitchen,” he commented as he reached for the whisky glass.
 
Isolde watched him come down after some time, even his pajamas were fancy. This man did not know casual. She gave a short nod, "I did. Eventually I would have to. Starving isn't exactly a pleasant way to go. Vampire or human..." She muttered before taking another bite into a sandwich.

"I'd offer you some but I know you probably wouldn't eat or like it." She said, shrugging. Vampires weren't known for eating 'human' food. More like humans for food. Of course he was going to drink whiskey, that did not surprise her at all. Elijah seemed to have a more particular palette when it came to clothes, so food and drinks were probably the same.

"What do you plan to do about my father hunting me? Or us now at this point." She asked, knowing that word likely has gotten back about her initial meeting with Elijah, and her father was probably already on the hunt for them both. Though he knows he can't kill an Original. But it won't stop him from trying. "I would appreciate it if you didn't kill him." She adds. Despite her hatred of her father and his methods of doing things, she still loved him and wasn't quite sure if she wanted him to die. After all she did let a vampire save him despite being very well aware of his morals.

"It sounds weird, I know. But he's the only family I have left. You should know better than anyone the importance of family." Of course, she was going to try and use that against him to spare her father. "You can destroy his resources. The witches he has contact with, I know of one he's most likely using to try and track me. Now she's not super strong, but they will utilize her to fullest extent." She adds, trying to offer anything, anyone but her father.
 
Upon pouring himself a glass, he turned to Isolde, considering her question. “Unlike my brother Niklaus, I do not exactly kill just to kill. I only kill if I am threatened, and your father… does not threaten me.” He said simply put. He took a sip of his drink before moving towards the counter where she sat.

“I will, however- make sure my plan goes through by any means necessary. So I cannot guarantee your father’s or anyone else’s safety, but I will…keep your words in consideration.” Elijah tells her next, deciding to sit down with her, only a few chairs down.

“I do have some remorse in bringing you into this situation with me, but I guess you could have turned down my request on meeting— so that would mean we are both guilty in this matter, aren’t we?” He asked as he sat his glass down on the counter, looking at the amber liquid for a brief moment before returning his gaze to her face.
 
Isolde shook her head at the talk of others, "It's selfish, but I mostly care for my father." She explains, watching his movements carefully. He was a vampire; she wasn't supposed to trust him. To feel as comfortable as she did in this place, with him. "I will protect him. Even if he wouldn't do the same anymore..." she trailed off, frowning at her own words. But it was true, as much as she didn't want it to be.

She didn't answer his questions with words, just a quick glance at his face before looking away. It wasn't in her nature to express any sort of guilt, at least verbally. Her father reprimanded her every time she did so, so she never did it again after some time. "One more than the other..." She muttered, mostly referring to herself. She not only accepted from a vampire for herself, but for her father too. And she is currently working with one. The list was growing and it was only a span of two days since this all took place.

"So how long do you plan on having me here?" She was asking more specifically about when his plan would take action. But then again things could go awry, or have to be put off due to complications. As much as she didn't want to be taking residence with a vampire, she didn't have any other options. So she needed to know exactly how much time she had to sort something out.

She finished her sandwich, walking past Elijah to wash the dishes she had used. They never used a dishwasher back home, her father had it uninstalled the moment they moved into the house. So even if there was one, she refused to wash it. She got to the knife she used to cut the eggs up, hesitating before washing it. Her instincts tried to kick in with the potential weapon in her hands. Throw it at him, her thoughts seemed to tell her. Stab him and run. She shook her head at the thoughts and washed it, not paying attention and nicking herself slightly. "Fuck..." She muttered, putting the knife back into the sink.

Now she was more worried, she gave Elijah a glance, "Band-aid please..." She asked, watching him to make sure he didn't try anything. She wanted it covered, open wounds weren't exactly something vampires had the most control over. Even the smallest ones, so she learned.
 
“I guess in some way we are alike then,” Elijah said with a low tone. “No matter how many times my brother betrays me, I cannot seem to…not protect him,” he chose his words carefully. But perhaps that was the older brother in him speaking. He always had cared about his family, even his mother, there still was some care in there for her somewhere, deep down.

He glanced at her again as she asked how long he had planned to keep her here and she would see him lean back in his seat, crossing his arms slightly. “Hopefully not too long, I myself do not like to be isolated any more than I need to,” he said and knew of the complications that could rise from his plan, as they already had been setbacks, now being here with her.

When she nicked herself, she would notice that Elijah didn’t react in the way she thought he might. Instead he got up and calmly got her a bandaid from a first aid kit that was surprisingly nearby, underneath a cabinet. “We used to house witches here at one point…not everyone can heal like an original,” he remarked as he noticed her questioning look. He reached her and opened the bandage, delicately moving it around her open wound, his eyes trained on the blood bubbling up to the surface.

Dark veins appeared ever so slightly on his face, underneath his eyes, but they were barely noticeable. Once he was done he quietly moved back to give her space, disposing the wrappings of the bandaid into the trash can nearby. “You do know we have a dishwasher, right?” He asked, but realized she was handwashing them.
 
Isolde knew of his family history, which is why she didn't say anything about it. "Yeah...me neither." She muttered in response to what he said about isolation.

She was surprised at the restraint he had, she certainly was confused. "I don't like to be healed supernaturally if I can help it. Kind of defeats the point of being human..." She said, watching him put the band-aid on her cut. "You have a lot more control than most vampires I've come across..." She comments, looking at him with a curious look. "Especially considering your lack of human blood." she adds, stepping back to look into the sink.

"I noticed the dishwasher. But I never used one growing up. Wasn't ever allowed to." She stares at the knife that cut her as she spoke. "It was lazy according to my father. Always made me do everything by hand..." Frowning at the faint memories she let out a sigh. Why was she telling him these things? Not like he cared. "Anyways..." She stepped back from the sink, looking at the dishwasher, "I don't even know how to use the damn machine." She grumbled, not exactly fond of not knowing how to do something. As stupid as that sounds.

She got most of her dishes cleaned, just a few utensils resided in the sink untouched. Going back to wash them she washed the knife more carefully, not sure how she even nicked herself in the first place. When she finished, she made sure the band-aid was still intact before giving Elijah a small nod, "Thanks." Then she headed back to the room she would be sleeping in. Her thoughts were everywhere and being around Elijah was only making her question things even more. She had to get out of here. Fast.
 
(Too bad there wasn’t only one bed 💔 lol )

“I’ve trained myself with the restraint. It’s helped a great many nights when I could not actually get anything to eat. If I become just another rabid dog, then I feel I’ve lost myself in some way.” He explained to her, Elijah’s eyes settling on her face next. He went back for his glass on the counter, taking another sip from it before listening to Isolde complain about the dishwasher.

He gave a bit of a scoff, but more like he was laughing at her ramblings. “I can understand, it took me awhile to figure out modern technology whenever I took long naps unintentionally caused by my brother and he would wake me from them.” Which meant he skipped a few decades here and there being asleep. Thankfully he hasn’t done that in quite some time.

Before he could get in a reply to her, she hurriedly went upstairs and he just gave small shake of his head. He wondered if he had overstepped in any way. Even though he had found her disposable, she..something about her was making him rethink the entire situation, for some reason.
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A few hours later she would receive a knock on the door, and Elijah’s voice would be heard behind it. “I…I’ve gathered some books I think you might have interest in for the time being- until you can get a new phone.” But he wasn’t exactly why he did this for her, he just knew that if it were him on the other end, he didn’t exactly want to be bored with nothing else to do but sleep the day away.

She would be able to hear his footsteps leave, and if she opened the door, she would see a small pile of commonly known books, but some of which were original copies.
 
(Just burn one half of the cabin down...I'm joking...unless 👀)

Isolde wasn't necessarily uncomfortable in his presence, and that fact is what caused her to feel so...riled. She's supposed to hate him and his kind. But she couldn't bring herself to do that, at least not on the level her father did. There were good vampires, she's taken notice of that. Especially as of recent events, with Elijah. She just couldn't bring herself to fully accept that. It wasn't in her nature that she was forced into.

She was lying across the bed, staring into the ceiling when she heard the knock on the door. Her body jolted up, now sitting upright she stared at the door as he spoke. There it was again, caring for her as if he actually cared for her wellbeing. Yet according to his earlier words she was easily replaceable. So why even bother?

Waiting until his footsteps faded completely down the hall, she would open the door and peek out. She stared at the books for a moment, glancing down the hall where his room was before reaching to take the books and close the door behind her. The original copies she made sure to treat delicately, after all they were rather...old. She recognized a few classics. Of course she was familiar with them. Her father made it a part of her studies. "I'm not raising an uncultured child." He always said.

Curling up in the bed with one of the books she began to read it. Eventually feeling herself start to doze off, the exhaustion hitting her even stronger than it did after her fight. Though she never actually set the book down, continuing to read it until she knocked out, book in arms. This might've been the best sleep she'd gotten in a while.
 
Specifically her room lol XD….something is going to burn, but only his feelings for her instead UwU)

Elijah had hurriedly reached his room, shutting the door behind him. He tried to steady out his breathing, and he wasn’t sure why he had tried to make it back quickly without his vampiric speed. He just shook his head and went to go sit on the edge of his bed.

He knew…he definitely knew he shouldn’t become attached to the woman, for any reason, but it was against his nature to be cold hearted like his brother. He truly could not fully be so. Perhaps it had just been a long time since he had felt any sort of companionship and maybe subconsciously he was trying to reach out.

But before he could recollect his thoughts, his phone rang, with Niklaus on the other line. Elijah went and answered his phone, telling his brother exactly what situation he was in. Klaus had laughed and Elijah could pick up on the other end the sound of blood dripping. Klaus had beheaded one of the hunters who had dared come to his house, and he had asked Elijah just what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into just to go and try and dispose of their mother and older brother Finn.

Elijah gave a frustrated sigh and shook his head. Klaus couldn’t be killed as it was, unless the hunters actually did their research… he then heard Klaus say that he would help Elijah clean up his ‘little mess’ as he put it. Which meant going against the hunters. Elijah then warned him that there was one hunter they had to leave alive, and that was Isolde’s father. But Niklaus only scoffed and said, “What do you take me for, am I some righteous man to spare someone?” He pointed out.

Elijah knew he was right and gave a frustrated grimace. “Please. Only capture that man…” he trailed off and Klaus gave an irritated sigh. “Fine,” Niklaus gave in and shook his head, although Elijah couldn’t see it. “But I cannot give any promises that he’ll be unharmed,” he warned, and then hung up the call.

Elijah figured that was better than nothing, as he couldn’t exactly do anything for the time being. He must watch over Isolde, if his plan was truly going to work, he would need her alive and…safe.
 
Isolde had somewhat of a nightmare, though she couldn't remember what it was about when she woke up. She felt tears sliding down the sides of her face. A night terror, even better. She had no way of knowing what time it was, or how long she had been asleep. But the book remained in hands, so it hadn't been that long. Sighing, she stood up and went to the bathroom to rinse her face with cold water. She was certainly up now.

She slowly made her way downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping that either Elijah was asleep or didn't hear her creep down the stairs. Before she reached the kitchen a thought popped into her mind. Her stake and the daggers she took from Lucas. How could she be so stupid to leave those in her car? To follow a vampire into some strange cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere without any sort of defense? This whole situation had her thoughts not where they should be. She was going to change that.

Redirecting her route to the garage, she went into her car and grabbed the bloody weapons. Then when she was about to leave, she saw a faint light from under the car. Getting down and reaching for whatever the light source was, she pulled out some sort of tracker. Lucas must have planted it before he went to go and fight her. Well this was certainly something she hadn't expected. But luckily with the wards Elijah had up it shouldn't work out here. It probably cut off once she hit the boundaries. But for an extra precaution she found the heaviest thing she could find and smashed the device. It was louder than she would've hoped, but she quickly disposed of the mess and went back to the kitchen.

Grabbing her glass of water, she made her way back up, weapons under her arm. She took the daggers and stake to her bathroom, rinsing the daggers in the tub. These definitely had her blood all over them, Lucas landed some blows. But you couldn't tell, she still had the vampire blood in her system at the time. So they healed.

Once she finished cleaning off the daggers, she dried them and placed them underneath her pillow. Just in case, she told herself.
 
Elijah was only disturbed the moment he had scented the blood in the air. Obviously, the blood was hours old, but he was wondering why he hadn’t scented it before. And if that was the case, he needed to check on Isolde. He was worried that potentially an intruder came in without his knowledge, and he silently made his way over to where she was staying.

He noticed her door was partially cracked, and he hadn’t heard anything, so instead of announcing his presence to whoever was standing in her room, he slowly opened the door and was immediately greeted with a dagger that had been thrown at his body, obviously aiming for the heart. He barely caught it with his hand, but also dropped it the moment he touched the blade, for it was coated in vervain.

Elijah looked up at a startled Isolde and she would be able to see…some sort of relief on the vampire’s face. He then closed his eyes and gave a soft sigh, “I—I’m sorry. I did not mean to sneak up on you, I thought there was an intruder.. because I scented your blood and thought something had happened…”

“But it looks like I was mistaken, and…you certainly…know your way with a dagger.” He didn’t know exactly what he was saying now, he felt like he was just rambling. And he also was painfully aware that yes, he had practically called her replaceable but still the gentleman in him refused to be a total arse.

“If you are alright, I’ll return to my room then,” he spoke, his eyes quickly scanning over her body for any signs of injuries. He couldn’t afford for her to get hurt too early on, at least, not without a real try of an effort to actually execute his plan.
 
Isolde was tucking the daggers underneath her pillow when she heard her door open, instinctively she threw one of them at the door. More specifically whoever was coming inside the room. Her back was somewhat turned towards the door, but she looked to face Elijah when she heard the dagger drop to the floor. She was surprised that he was the one trying to come in. After all last time he came to the door he knocked before entering.

"You've...recognized the scent of my blood?" She asked, not even apologizing for the fact she threw a vervain coated dagger at his chest without so much as a second glance. She was amused with how suddenly he seemed a little less...composed compared to how he had been this entire day.

Grabbing the other dagger from underneath the pillow she played with it mindlessly in her hands, walking towards Elijah to pick up the other one. He could do so, but not without burning a bit from the vervain. "I'm sure if someone was in here, you'd know well before I did...vampiric hearing and all that..." She muttered, stopping right before him and the dagger.

"I know my way around a lot of weapons, like the stake that I have in the bathroom covered in Lucas's blood. The daggers were covered in mine, I still don't understand how you have the smell of my blood memorized but then again, I'm not a vampire." She muttered, reaching down to pick up the second dagger before snapping back up to stare at Elijah.

"I'm fine. Just maybe don't sneak up on a hunter. Even if I can't kill you, doesn't mean you can't be hurt." She shrugged, tilting her head as she looked up to meet his gaze. "Are you okay? You seem a little..." She motions up and down his body with one of the daggers, "out of it." She wasn't sure what the words she wanted to use were, but that was the closest she got.
 
Elijah’s pajama shirt had been unbuttoned for the first time, and his dark grey undershirt could be seen. It looked soft to the touch and it even held its fabric to his body loosely, but Isolde would be able to tell of his physique underneath that shirt regardless. His chest rose with uncertainty as she neared him with the dagger and he backed his way out slowly from the door. “I unfortunately thought this house was safer than I imagined. It was against my better judgment to think that a hunter wouldn’t at least carry a few weapons with them.” He spoke, looking at her as she asked why he had memorized her blood and if he was alright, given his sudden change of a flustered expression.

“Not memorized, it’s just— I’ve scented your blood before in the last few days, apart from your father’s, remember?” He asked her, and of course there was that fact that he had drank synthetic blood instead of human so he really wouldn’t be lying.. “And your blood has a very…distinct smell, that’s easily detectable to one such as myself,” he explained further.

He wondered if she would let him go easily back to his room. Although she may not be able to kill him, she definitely would give him a difficult time if he decided to step across any further boundaries that he didn’t need to again. Which he would keep in mind and probably not sneak up behind her again.
 
Isolde didn't realize her gaze was tracing over what she could see through the exposed undershirt, when she did, she snapped it back to his face, her cheeks a faint rosy color. "Well, the stake is mine. The daggers..." She glanced down at the weapon that was pointing at Elijah. "I stole those from Lucas. The hunter I fought in case you hadn't caught that yet." When she looked at the dagger, glancing back up at his chest, watching the way his breathing seemed...off.

She let out an amused squeak at the realization, "Are you, an Original, worried that I, a baby hunter, am going to hurt you?" She asked, tilting her head. While she could hurt him, it wouldn't be much. He was faster, stronger, and had much more experience than she did. She wouldn't get far even if she tried. And the fact that he was still here, taking a step back from her and the daggers, made her sort of question what the fuck was going on. And why was she enjoying this?

"True. About my blood. You have had quite a few encounters. But every time it had been with someone else's blood, my father's, Lucas's. How do you know it's mine?" She answered her own question shortly after, "The cut...right." She brought the dagger down to her side, studying him for a minute. Then his next words hit her, about her blood being...delectable. That did not have the effect it should, and her heart started racing a bit. Not quite out of fear, like it should be.

"How does my blood smell...?" Now she was even more curious. So he wasn't as unbothered by her blood as he made it seem initially. Now she was more impressed by the control he had. After all, if the smell of her blood is...enjoyable in other words, it must be hard to resist such. But what did she know, she wasn't a vampire.
 
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(It was detectable not… delectable, I find it hilarious that she misinterpreted that information XD)

Elijah, was certainly curious on why Isolde was having this affect from his words alone. When she had teased him in return, he came back with his own comment. “I certainly wouldn’t call you a baby hunter, given you fought off one who is supposed to be above you,” he remarked. He meant Lucas. He had done his research prior to meeting with her, so the name wasn’t unfamiliar to him.

Upon hearing her ask what her blood smelled like, he look partially confused at the question. “It’s..hard to describe,” he began slowly. “I would have to smell it again to really explain it.” But that wasn’t really truthful. Closing his eyes briefly he thought back to what made him investigate. “Your blood has… particularly interesting notes to it, almost like a refined glass of wine. It’s deep and rich, with a hint of sweetness,” he explained further.

He reopened his eyes and looked back at her. “But luckily for you, I prefer whisky over wine,” which wasn’t true either. He just didn’t indulge in wine as much because he’d rather save it for a special occasion rather than an everyday occurrence. If he day drank anything else, it would be wine.

His words would be a shock to her, did he not just say her blood was delectable? Perhaps she misheard. Elijah moved away further from her, “I apologize again for startling you— please, have a good rest of your night, Ms. Blackthorne,” he said and turned away, heading back to his room before shutting the door behind him.

Once his door was shut, he leaned back against it, titling his head upwards and closing his eyes. The faintest outline of the black veins could be seen again underneath his eyes once more. He hoped that Niklaus would have better news for him in days to come, knowing that the more he was cooped up in here with Isolde, the looser his restraint would become. He didn’t want to unnecessarily harm her if he could prevent it..

Steadying his breathing, he returned to his bed, climbing in the satin sheets and pulling the covers over before settling back in. He closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep, wasting no time in doing so.

-

The next few days had gone without complications, and Isolde would hear another knock on her door. “Ms. Blackthorne? I’ve brought you the phone you requested.” He said, his brother’s werewolf companion had fortunately been kind enough to bring it for Elijah. Elijah had thanked Hayley while she was at the door and she dropped it off, and he had asked her briefly if Niklaus was still ‘cleaning up his mess’. Hayley had only scoffed and shook her head, “You know I don’t like to get in between brother quarrels,” which was a fair enough answer, and after she left, it made Elijah wonder if he should reach out to Niklaus to see if he had gotten anywhere in tracking down Isolde’s father. But for the time being, he awaited Isolde to answer the door, knowing she was probably eagerly awaiting this phone.
 
Isolde hummed, "He's not exactly...above me per se. We trained alongside each other. But he always had the better flair for the killing than I did." She admitted with a shrug. "I'm still a baby one compared to the others though. Just because I fought off someone stronger doesn't mean I'm suddenly a master." She adds.

She tilts her head at the mention of having to smell her blood again, to be able to tell her. "Isn't that the whole reason you decided to come in unannounced? Because you smelled my blood?" Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, confused. Perhaps she was throwing him off guard with the question. She wasn't even expecting her to ask it herself.

Isolde watches how he closes his eyes to recall the answer to her question. Studying his reaction, she found it interesting. The way he described the smell, yet apparently he had a preference for a liquid different from what he had just described. That was hard to believe, especially for a man of his taste. He wouldn't describe something and not prefer it over anything else. That was a lie.

But with how quickly he seemed to want out of the conversation, she didn't challenge it. She simply watched him with a curious look as he went down the hall and into his own room. Seemed the vampire was having some issues with control, though over what exactly she couldn't tell. Her blood didn't seem like too much of an issue, or maybe there was too much of it that it was now starting to overwhelm him. Perhaps she was going to try and find out, curiosity always got the better of her.

Eventually she stopped staring at his door like she was expecting him to come back. Why? She had no idea. But she grew tired once more merely standing there, so she shut the door and went to lay back down. Putting the daggers under the pillow, shutting off the lamp and covering herself with the covers. She finally fell asleep. No nightmares for the rest of the night.

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The morning she woke up to a knock on her door, she jolted awake and reached for the daggers before her mind realized who it was. A small groan escaped her as she got up and walked to the door.

Opening it she gave Elijah a tired look, "We're back to knocking are we?" She grumbled, looking at the box in his hand. Her hair was a little...haywire. Like someone just ruffled her hair and made it staticky in the process. The silk clothes clung a little loosely to her. There wasn't much to see expect faint curves along the sides of her body. The clothes that were provided were about her size. "Oh...right. Thanks." She said, reaching for the box.
 
Since it had been a few days since he truly had interacted with her, he gave a curious look and glance down to her frazzled appearance. He figured putting some distance in between them would be wise, considering the control he had mentioned before slowly slipping. It also did not help that the supply of his synthetic blood was waning either.

When he handed her the box, he couldn’t help but remark on how she looked, but he would only be playfully teasing her, considering she would be too tired to actually get upset with it. “What have you’ve been doing, fighting vampires in our sleep?” He asked and leaned back slightly. He couldn’t help but have his eyes linger on her body a litter bit longer than he expected himself to do, before his gaze reached her face again.

It had been quite some time since Elijah had spent the days with the comfort of a woman beside him, but he certainly wasn’t going to be looking for companionship any time soon with Isolde. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Come downstairs in a few. I’ll make breakfast,” he tells her next, turning on his heel and heading down the stairs towards the kitchen. It was then he received a call from his brother. Answering the phone he was waiting to hear what Niklaus had to say.

“Elijah, remember that vampire you said you disposed of— the rabid ripper?” Klaus had asked and Elijah had confirmed that was the one. It was then to Elijah’s surprise that Klaus had infiltrated the hunter’s guild, and was looking over the dead body himself. “I’m grabbing their research notes, feeling like you might get some use out of them,” he stated next, and Elijah could hear something muffled in the background. “Also, I’ve yet to find that hunter you spoke of. He seems to be very good in evading the supernatural… but the others..not so much,” And Elijah could practically hear the grin on Niklaus’ face.

“I’ll send these over when I’m able to, but for now, I’d suggest you get a bit more cozy with your hunter friend until I’m able to track down the one you speak of.” And with that, Elijah heard the call disconnect, and he merely gave a frustrated sigh. Elijah didn’t want to do what Klaus was implying, but given that they could not move forward in his own plan until Isolde’s father was apprehended…looks like he didn’t have much of a choice.

After a few moments of just standing in the kitchen, he then got to work in making a light breakfast for Isolde, making something he figured she might enjoy. He wasn’t too sure on how she would like it though. Once he was done plating it, he moved to clean up the dishes and rinsing each one off before placing them in the dishwasher.
 
Isolde rolled his eyes at the remark, using one hand to grab the box and the other to kind of comb her hair out. "Hah hah. Funny." Just because was tired did not mean she wouldn't shut the door in his face. He'd been avoiding her the last few days, what did she care? She took subtle notice of the way his gaze lingered on places it shouldn't, but she told herself that it was her imagination. She was waking up, that wasn't real.

"What's got you in a good mood?" She raised a brow at the offer, though it felt more like he was telling her to come down to eat instead of asking her if she was even hungry. But he probably heard her stomach growl, which made more sense the more she thought about it. "Whatever...gives me time to set this thing up..." she muttered, closing the door as he left to go downstairs.

She put the phone to set up, doing the updates and a new login. Whole new everything . She couldn't use any old logins, her father would be alerted.

While that all was going, she hopped in the shower to quickly rinse off before changing into a simple green blouse and grey leggings. The blouse was cut lower than she would normally wear, but so were most of these clothes. The sister really liked to flaunt herself around. Grabbing her new phone, she made her way downstairs. Her hair was damp, slightly curled as it dried. The shirt, was a little tighter than the pajamas. As were the leggings, obviously.

Inhaling the smell of whatever it was he cooked up, she took a seat at the table. "Smells...interesting." Good maybe. But she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Like all of a sudden he cooks for her and now she wasn't going to acknowledge the fact that he'd been avoiding her. Speaking of which, "So, since you're actually talking with me...why have you been avoiding me? I'm not stupid." She's rather blunt as she stares him down.
 
Elijah had heard her come down the stairs, and he kept his back turned to her as he listened to what she remarked. “It has only been three days…have you just been pining over these last few days and nights just for my company?” He teased her lightly yet again. He turned as he dried his hands and looked at what she was wearing.

He knew his sister had some…interesting tastes, and he wondered if he would be able to get her some clothes she wouldn’t actually mind wearing. But he put that aside for now, and moved to pour her a glass of orange juice. “I’ve actually been caught up in my own research, trying to decipher more information on the vampire we both encountered. Luckily my brother has come across your guild’s own research notes on it— so hopefully that will help me further..”

He had trailed off and then sat the glass nearby to her. “I’m assuming now that you have a phone, you won’t unnecessarily use it to accidentally give off your location, right?” He questioned, but knew she knew better than to do that. Plus, the signal was absolutely useless here, unless connected to WiFi. Thankfully their WiFi used a vpn, pinging the location off further from the actual location of the cabin.

“And please, do try to eat some of the food. If you want to keep your wits about you, I’d suggest you eat. Plus, if you’d like, I can show you the rest of the place, especially where we hold a training room.” Now a training room could mean a lot of things, but why would a vampire need…then again, he had mentioned it housed witches at one point.
 
Isolde glared at him at the return, "Well, forgive me for needing social interaction. Even if it's with a vampire who for some reason, can't decide on if I'm actually important or not." She retorts, not sure why she was particularly sour about the whole thing. "And I'm also curious as to why you were in such a rush the other night to leave?" She paused, realizing how her words now sounded. "Not that I care too much to have your presence. But y'know, I notice those things." Hopefully that was smooth enough to save her ass.

The mention of her guild did take her away from the previous topic. Though she was uneasy with the mention of Niklaus...her father. "You wouldn't happen to be talking about your brother Niklaus? The hybrid? He better not lay his grubby little claws on my father!" She warned, despite the fact that the hybrid was practically untouchable. Even more so than Elijah himself. But that wasn't changing the fact that she wanted her father alive.

"Right, because I like being hunted down...by my father and his mindless followers. Ugh." Isolde rolled her eyes, looking to the glass of orange juice. "How many times am I going to have to reiterate that I'm not stupid? Or does it just go in one ear and out the other?" She was real fucking salty for some reason. She was growing aware of that so to stop herself from digging a deeper hole with the Original, she just started to eat.

Not ravenously, but with a pace that kind of said 'get me out of here' because she had a particular urge to try and rip the vampire's head off. What the fuck was wrong with her all of sudden?

The food was...surprisingly good. Certainly hat she didn't expect from Elijah to be capable of. As far as she was aware he just knew how to avoid people. But she wouldn't admit that she was enjoying the food. Not his face anyways.
 
(Please tell me she’s going to get her period XD)

Elijah had paused in what he was doing briefly, setting down the juice bottle back in the fridge before looking back at Isolde. “I-“ he noted the way she mentioned about his brother and he made this remark, “I’ve already told Niklaus that your father must remain alive,” he told her now. “I cannot promise though that he will be unharmed after he is captured,” he said and went to go sit by Isolde, although he put some further distance in between them.

“Frankly, I do not intend to come off rude towards you, Isolde. I just assumed the situation was delicate and didn’t wish to overstep any boundaries anywhere.” He had actually addressed her by her first name this time. She hadn’t exactly been friendly towards him either, but he chose not to make that remark.

“If you wish, I can show you around the rest of this place,” he reiterated again. “Of course, whenever you’re finished with your food,” he says next. He then felt his phone vibrate and he took it out and looked at the text message. It was from his brother, stating that he had a lead on Isolde’s father. And that he would call with more news a bit later.

Elijah didn’t respond and put his phone down. “Also, I know it might be unwise for us to do so— but, if you’d like we can head into the nearest town for some other things you may need or want,” he offered, figuring she wasn’t happy with the clothes that were here. And the town that was an hour away was remote enough for no one to really know who they were, it was practically impossible for Isolde’s father and lackeys to know where they were for the time being.

He figured he could be more warm towards her, in however he could. Unfortunately Elijah did have a hard time grasping social cues for humans, and it had been awhile since he had actually had to be near one. But he knew he could adapt in time, but he would also need Isolde to be willing.
 
(I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT. That would be great. Not so great for Elijah though XD.)

Isolde sighed, "I suppose injured is better than dead...Just if he dies...I will go after your brother." The threat may have seemed empty, because in reality she couldn't do too much. But you'd be surprised what one could accomplish in a flurry of rage.

She frowned as he went on about the current situation, "Of course the situation is delicate! I'm literally banished and wanted for execution by my own father, I'm stuck in this cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere, and with a vampire as my only point of social contact! A vampire, who might I had, I owe favors and am supposed to hate, try to kill, and escape from, but for some fucking reason I'm fighting those instincts. Especially on top of the fact that for some reason you like the smell of my blood. I can tell by the way you describe it." She finally took a deep breath, that was a lot, even for her.

Then came minor guilt at her outburst from his next offers, to show her around the cabin and take her into town to get her new clothes. "Yeah...that sounds great..." her voice was a lot softer than it had been just moments ago. What in the actual fuck was wrong with her? This vampire had her mind everywhere, she hated it, truly.

Staring at her plate for a second, she decided she wanted to add a little extra salt. For her own satisfaction. As she spoke, she stood up from her chair and went over to where she knew the seasonings were. Though the salt was higher up than it was originally yesterday. 'This bastard moved it...' She thought to herself as she went to reach for the little shaker. And in her own stubbornness, she went to try and climb up onto the counter to access the salt. She was not going to openly ask him for help. Especially when she can do it herself...maybe.
 
(Poor Elijah is already struggling XD he hasn’t been around a woman who has had her period in such a very, very long time)

Elijah had remained silent with Isolde’s outburst. He hadn’t seen a human become that angry towards him in quite some time. He would have to restrain a laugh, however. He found her temper to be cute in a way. But why he was thinking so, he didn’t know how to explain it. Not to mention at the subject of his brother, whose temper was usually something you couldn’t just be silent at.

He then watched her get up and when he thought she was done with her meal, she had actually headed over to where the seasoning cabinet was. His first thought was if the food was not to her liking anymore, considering she was probably going to reach for the salt or pepper. And unfortunately for Isolde, Elijah did move them, but just not for the reason she had thought about.

He watched as she began to try and climb on the counter and before she knew it, he was over there by her side, reaching up for the salt and moving his arm back down to hand it to her. When he had reached for it, he unknowingly had grabbed her down from the counter, subconsciously pushing her against himself while he reached for the shaker. He had leaned over her and everything. He was so close that she could smell the remnants of his aftershave, that had a wooden undertone to it, musky and refreshing all at the same time. It would be, as one could put it, ‘enticing’.

“You know you could’ve just asked me for the salt…” he said in a soft tone. Unfortunately his eyes were still unreadable, but thankfully to Isolde’s relief, he stepped back and gave her space once more. He turned back towards the counter and felt like he had to calm his own racing heart, even though it barely was beating to begin with. He didn’t know why this woman had stirred him in some way, and he had yet to figure it out why.
 
(And having the constant smell of her blood around for a few days straight? Not great for him.)

Isolde had a bit of a struggle trying to keep her balance on the counter while also reaching for the salt, but before gravity brought her back down, Elijah did. Feeling his presence right behind her, she turned to look to see him right there. And before she could say anything, she was off the countertop, and Elijah had her practically pinned up against it as he reached over her to grab what she was trying to get.

She didn't realize right away how close they were, the first thing that flooded her senses was the smell of his aftershave. Something she hadn't noticed before, probably because she never let herself get this close to him. It was subtle, like it wasn't freshly applied. It certainly sent a chill down her spine and caused her stomach to feel like it had butterflies inside. Not something the wanted to feel being this close to him. Right, that's why she could smell it. The realization hit her even further, and she could feel blood rushing to her cheeks as they were probably a rosy color now.

"I-...I know." She stammered, still trying to process how fucking close he was, even when he stepped back. She could still smell the aftershave, more as like a memory than the actual smell. "I didn't need to..." she quickly added, "I was doing just fine!" her tone had a little more of a... squeal to it due to how flustered she was. She was also trying to deflect from the fact that the whole situation now had her...riled up in other words. But considering how fast her heart was beating on top of everything else, he could most certainly tell and she knew that.

Once her mind came back to the current reality, from wherever it just was, she quickly grabbed the salt and rushed back to her plate. Sprinkling the salt over her food till she was satisfied it was enough, she set the saltshaker down beside her plate and mixed in the salt with the rest. "Thanks anyway..." She managed to finally calm her tone down into something relatively calmer as she spoke. Then she went back to finishing up the plate, not sure if she should rush or take her time to either hurry up the day or prolong it as much as possible.
 
Elijah listened to the sound of her voice, his own heart felt like it was thudding in its chest, although he knew that was physically impossible to do so. Not only his did he feel, he heard Isolde’s and he didn’t know that he was putting her in such a predicament. He thought he was being helpful towards her.

When she sat back down, he couldn’t help but look at her. “You’re…you’re welcome,” he stammered ever so slightly. “When you’re finished, come and get me so we can head into town, I’ll..I’ll be in my room,” he spoke. He knew she said she wanted social interaction but Elijah was terrible at it. Completely misreading social cues and although he said he respected boundaries, apparently they were becoming harder to respect with the hunter.

It also didn’t help that Elijah could practically still smell Isolde’s blood. He didn’t know why or how he was able to. Did she cut herself somewhere again? But the blood he scented was the same as a few nights before. It was older- not as strong. More like dry, dark blood on something. What that something was, he wouldn’t be able to place it.

He had headed up the stairs, internally groaning as he left Isolde down in the kitchen. He merely went to go give her space again, figuring him remaining in the kitchen for much longer than he needed to would be overly awkward for both of them. He knew she said she wanted interactions but he knew he probably wasn’t the best of company. Perhaps going on a small outing would be better, they wouldn’t have to be in such close proximity.
 
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