Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

Isolde just gave a short nod as he left back upstairs, not saying another word. She did not want to dig herself deeper in this hole of...whatever this was. All she was supposed to do was hate the vampire, deny his help in the first place, let her father die and possibly herself. But no, she had to save her father. Had to keep him alive. Now she owed Elijah, practically her life at this point, all because she couldn't say no. And she didn't even hate him for it, or at all really. That bothered her the most, that she was supposed to hate Elijah for what he was, a vampire. But he didn't act like the ones she was supposed to hate.

Eventually she finished up her food, and walking back up the stairs she felt a sudden cramp in her lower abdomen. "Fucking wonderful..." She muttered as she turned for her room instead of Elijah's. If this was what she thought it was...she was screwed even more now.

She went to the bathroom, pulling her leggings and soon after underwear, seeing a patch of blood. Her period. Just what she needed as she was holed up in a cabin with a vampire. Wonderful. Luckily, she didn't bleed through her underwear, so she just changed the undergarment. Though considering this bathroom originally belonged to a vampire, there were no products. So she made her own makeshift pad, wrapping the middle part of her underwear in a few layers of toilet paper. She did not want to bleed through anything. Poor Elijah would not be having a fun time with that. Wait...why did she care about that? She should've been more worried about her own fucking safety and he comes into her mind first? What was going on in her mind...

Trying to shake that from her head altogether, she left the rooms and went towards Elijah's knocking on the door perhaps a little more harshly than she would've expected. The eagerness to get what she needed and come back maybe...also perhaps she was still frustrated with her own thought process. "I'm ready..." She spoke, loud enough so that he could hear here through the door.
 
Elijah had remained in his room mostly, he didn’t wish to come out for anything else until Isolde had knocked on his door. He wasn’t surprised on the way she knocked though, and he figured he had upset her yet again with what he did earlier. He knew he was just trying to help, he couldn’t stop his good hearted nature- but being a gentleman at the worst times possible wasn’t helping him in the slightest.

He opened the door for her and looked at Isolde. She seemed still flustered for earlier, and he could yet again tell something was off about the young hunter. He had only known her for about a week now, and although their time together had been short— Elijah still was able to pick up that something was different about her. But he couldn’t quite place it, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to.

“Let’s get going then—“ he started to say, letting her follow him down the stairs. They would have to return to the outside garage and use one of the vehicles there instead of the one she came in. Isolde’s would be too obvious and Elijah, well, thankfully he picked something he normally wouldn’t drive, it was a random car with a random woman tied to the title and registration—obviously not his. Truly there really was no need to keep an original vampire on file for owning a car. Unless you were Elijah and wanted to do things properly, but then again, in the current circumstance…he wasn’t able to, given that he and his hunter companion were being targeted.

Once in the car, Elijah asked Isolde, “is there anything else besides clothing that you may need? We can do a second stop for that as well…” he mentioned as they began to leave the area and drive into town. But the nearest town was an hour away and Elijah did note that the older blood he scented earlier from Isolde had mostly gone away, and yet somehow…he was able to scent newer blood here and there, unfortunately. He was simply perplexed by that fact, and didn’t by any means wish to ask Isolde what exactly was wrong with her, for fear of saying or asking the wrong thing because of it.
 
Isolde followed him to the car, looking at hers for a brief moment. She still had to clean the inside of it. Some blood got on the seats from both her and the weapons. She noted to ask Elijah about getting blood stains out. Also because of the underwear. She'd need to get the spot out as much as possible to avoid any questions about why he could smell her blood.

Though she was hoping that he wouldn't ask the exact question that he did. She kind of assumed that he would let her go and do what she needed in whatever stores. But perhaps that was wishful thinking, considering they were being hunted. "Yeah...I need pads. Started my period. Don't know if you've smelled my blood, that's why in case you were wondering." She explained, fiddling with her hands as she kept her focus on the road ahead.

While she had an uneasy feeling about what his reaction would be, she also knew that it didn't matter because they were stuck here. At least until the guild was taken care of. "You...didn't do anything wrong by the way." She added. That was about as close to an apology he was going to get, because she didn't really feel that bad about the way she was treating him. In her mind he sort of deserved it. Just for being a vampire. "Just in case you were thinking you did over the week..." It was like she was...ashamed to apologize. Not only because he was a vampire, but because she never really apologized. Her father instilled in her that it was a sign of weakness, accepting that something was done wrong. And that was apparently bad.

"How far is the town anyways?" She asked, trying to change the subject quickly. Apologies were certainly awkward for her and she wanted to move on as far from it as possible. "What kind of stores do they have?" she followed up with, turning her head to look at him. It would be the first time she did since they started driving.
 
Elijah focused mostly on the road ahead of him as he drove. He had first heard that she needed pads, and that her period had started. So, that made more sense to him as to why he could scent blood when he didn’t see any—as he forgot that human women have these monthly cycles. Some, as he had overheard one time, were irregular than others and would shed blood more than the normal time for a ‘period’ to be had. He certainly hoped that this wouldn’t be the case for Isolde.

Before he could chime in his thoughts, she was practically apologizing to him, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. Unknowingly, Elijah seemed to relax a little in front of her presence, like an invisible weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. But of course Elijah had to interject, “It’s alright— I probably should apologize too for overstepping where I shouldn’t.” He admitted to her, glancing a bit at her when he did.

It was only when she had asked how far was the town and what it would have did he fully look at her. He could sense that probably she was cramping by now, given her stiffened posture, so he reached forward to the controls of the car and turned on her seat warmer, putting it on a low setting for the time being. When he moved his hand back to the steering wheel, he told her what she was asking about. “The town is a small village, filled with all local produce stores, small restaurants and various antique shops. But, the general convenience store should have what you’re looking for.” He explains to her. “The drive is…” he looked at the time on the dash. “About 45 minutes,” he looked apologetic in his answer though, he hoped that the car ride wouldn’t be too long for her.
 
Taking note of how he seemed to relax when she stated he hadn't done anything wrong, Isolde frowned for a second, overstepped? Did she miss something? While he did scare her a few days ago, it was out of concern so she understood why he did so unintentionally. And this morning...he just thought he was being helpful most likely. Which he was, just a little closer than necessary. "Just...try not to have me pressed up against the counter while reaching for something above me yeah?" She told him.

She could feel her body was tense, though she couldn't quite place why. She was cramping slightly, though not enough to cause her to be so stiff. Perhaps just not sure quite how to handle the whole apologizing thing. She certainly wasn't expecting him to apologize right after.

Her body did however stiffen even more out of instinct as he reached away from the steering wheel. That 'hunter sense' told her he was going to hurt her, but it was proved wrong when he simply turned on the heater for her seat. The sudden warmth and realization that he wasn't going to actually hurt her, she would practically melt into the seat. Her muscles loosening and her body looking more relaxed than it had been since being around Elijah. Though she turned it up one more for the extra heat. "Thanks..." she muttered.

"I would hope it did. It's not really convenient if it doesn't have basic necessities. For humans. I don't think there's a store for vampires to get blood out in public." She huffed in amusement at her own words. Perhaps there could be a store like that, the more she thought about it the more she realized it was possible. Vampires were crafty creatures, and that thought caused her to become tense. What if he was being nice all of a sudden to get her to let her guard down? It was almost as if her mind and body just did not believe in relaxing. Particularly around Elijah for some reason.
 
Elijah couldn’t help but give a soft scoff to her words. “There is…it’s just not available for humans to know about-“ he explained to her briefly. What, like blood banks willingly giving out blood? Because if most people were on vervain it’d be extremely difficult for a vampire to coerce them into giving their blood supply to a bunch of vampires.

But he thought back on to what she said earlier, about him not pressing her against a counter to reach for something. He glanced back over to her briefly before looking back to the road again. If he was able to blush, he would. He felt a bit embarrassed by her words, wondering exactly why she had pointed that out. He…didn’t mean to get so close to her, it was just…he had saw a woman struggling to procure something and he had to help because it was the gentlemanly thing to do. Him pressing her up against the counter by accident was not his intention.

He turned on the radio next, and it was playing a random throwback station. He kept the volume low for now, but mainly focused on the drive. He had begun to scent the blood from Isolde once more, more prominent this time. It had been at least 30 minutes into the drive, and the next 15 minutes would feel like pure torture for him. Not to mention the drive back— he didn’t know when he’d get a chance to breathe. He had mostly remained silent, and had watched Isolde fall into a state of relaxation from the heated seat, wondering just how tense she must have been.
 
Isolde shrugged, "Fair enough. I suppose that is to be expected...follow up question, where do you get your synthetic blood? Like do you have a supplier out here, or somewhere else?" She was mostly curious about how that worked. After all that concept was new to her. She also asked because she wanted to know if he would leave at all to get a resupply anytime soon. And if he did, she wanted to know how long he would be gone for. Not that she cared about him leaving, just that she'd be stranded there alone. Well, technically she could leave. But with her father hunting her...that wasn't exactly the best of ideas.

"Is this town protected?" she asked shortly after Elijah had turned on the radio. "I'd just hate for one of the Guild's witches to find me and inform my father. Your brother Niklaus may be able to get to the main witches, but there are a few I don't know where they hide out at...probably should've mentioned that earlier..." Her words trailed off as she had a sudden pain in her stomach. A cramp.

Letting out a sharp hiss at the pain, she clutched just below her stomach with one hand and put up the other. "I'm fine." She tried to reassure him, "Cramps. I need stuff for that too. I can't exactly sit in this car for the week..." She chuckled, her tone more playful than her body language. Oh, how she was loving this whole thing. Bleeding near a vampire and there was nothing she could do about it. "There aren't any vampires in this town is there?" she asked, glancing at Elijah with an almost worried expression. Elijah had an insane amount of control for a vampire, and if there were others...she'd be even more screwed.
 
“I do have a supplier, but out here…it’s difficult to get ahold of them. I’ll probably most likely will reach out to my sister to retrieve them for me,” he said to Isolde, figuring that she would be worried about him attacking her due to his hunger. He would do no such thing….if he could prevent it, at least.

“The town is protected by witches…that’s why our safe house has wards.” He answered her next question, continuing to keep his eyes on the road. “Long ago, my family did some favors for the witches in this town, and now they owe us one,” he explained further. “Your father’s witches should be no match for them..” he trailed off as he noted her sudden change in demeanor and the sharp gasp of pain that came after. With her words on ‘cramping’, Elijah then put it back in his mind that perhaps he should buy her a heating pad for those. He knew she would probably enjoy that, but why he was thinking of this…he could not exactly figure out why.


“A town full of witches…there are the occasional werewolves, but my family has been the only vampires to ever step foot in this town, and be allowed to stay alive,” he told her after she had asked if there were any vampires in the town. He also noted her worry and tried to assure her that everything was safe. But he knew that on the drive back his restraint would slip further and further away from his grasp.
 
Isolde nodded, 'at least he has a way to get his supply', she thought to herself. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he didn't get a new supply when he started running out. Elijah was already trying to hold himself back from her blood. She could tell how on edge he seemed to be around her, he was barely looking at her as it is now. Yeah, he was driving, but someone who had probably been driving for a longer time than she had would certainly be able to look at someone while talking to them.

So of course she started to feel bad for Elijah. Just a little bit. "If the town is protected...why are you taking me to the town? I mean you're having to constantly smell my blood, which can't be pleasant considering I know how you feel about it. You could've just sent me in on my own, let a few of those witches that owe you that I would going in. Just so you don't have to put yourself through whatever is going on in that head of yours..." She felt herself rambling a bit more than she should've. It didn't make sense, either of their actions. Him bringing her despite mother nature making her a walking temptation, and her caring about that fact that he was most likely suffering for it.

Though his comment about vampires in the town made her scoff, "Yeah like they can kill an Original. What if one of those witches or werewolves happen to also be aiding my father?" That thought certainly brought unease into her mind. More than what she already had floating around in there. "I mentioned I don't exactly know where every single one of his contacts are...they could be here. You never know." She shrugged, not sure why she kept vocalizing every single worst possible idea that came into her mind. Stupid Hunter's Instinct.
 
“Why am I taking you? Because it is safer this way, because you have no real weapons on you…at least, that I know of.” He mentioned and eventually did look at her, although he feared his eyes would betray him. Certainly, the scent that was coming from her was tantalizing, but it didn’t also help him with how beautiful she actually was. He just didn’t truly think to look at her as such. But perhaps the blood hunger was getting stronger than he had expected.

“Also, I can put word out to watch for your father’s spies,” Elijah pointed out, as he would feel better with someone to help than they would just be on their own. Isolde would watch as he looked back on the road, and these last fifteen minutes would be the longest fifteen minutes of her life. But soon enough, he pulled into a car park for the convenience store, and turned the engine off. “I assume you can’t use any cards, so that you won’t be trailed…” he moved and gave her more than enough money for her to use from his wallet. “Don’t worry about the change,” he tells her and gets out of the car. “I’m going to contact one of our witches. You can go into the store and get whatever you might need..”

He hoped she would think of a heating pad for herself, but if she didn’t, he would buy her one anyways…again, on why he would think of such an idea was beside himself, and he left Isolde at the store while he walked towards an antique shop nearby, which was just across the street. The town was certainly smaller than most, smaller than even mystic falls.

Elijah was just happy to get away from Isolde, he felt as if he could finally breathe without inhaling such a tempting scent. He needed to focus and get some intel on their situation at hand. When he opened the antique store, a little chime of a bell rang and he saw the witch he was speaking of, her name was Anne. Anne smiled warmly towards Elijah. “Well, I haven’t seen you in a while!” She mentioned. She was the head of her coven here, and had known Elijah and his family since she was a little girl. Now in her mid 50s, she would be ready to pass on the title of coven leader to her grandson.

Elijah warmly greeted the witch, in itself was a sight to behold, not many witches trusted vampires all that well, unless they had a special relationship with them. Elijah asked how Anne had been faring and quickly explained his situation. Anne had frowned from that fact and shook her head when asked if she had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Anne then looked at Elijah. “Don’t tell me you’re in more trouble than it seems,” and Elijah shook his head. “The hunter I mentioned, she’s the one I really would have to protect, if I want my plan to go smoothly,” he mentioned to her next and the witch just sighed. “Well, we will notify you immediately if anything goes wrong. Plus our wards are designed to warn you when there’s been an intruder…” she reminded him.

Elijah nodded and then glanced to the convenience store. “I should return, before anything happens..” he mentions now and gave Anne a goodbye before he left the store and back to where Isolde was left. It wouldn’t take long to locate her, considering the way her usual scent was. Plus, he figured she would be over by the women’s isle. He had not frequented this side of the store before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect.
 
Isolde nodded, understanding why he was taking her. She did note that despite the way he spoke, the way he looked at her told a different story. But she wouldn't bring it up, Elijah didn't seem to like talking about the way he felt, particularly when it came to her blood. It seemed like almost every time she brought it up, he either avoided the conversation altogether or he rushed the conversation and didn't talk too much about it. Like now. He simply avoided talking about it, but she could tell there was some effect of the conversation in his eyes.

"I carry-" she was going to say she had cash, but then she remembered that her purse was in her car. So she took the money from him, "Thanks." She said, getting out of the car and heading to the convenience store as Elijah left to go talk with whoever he needed to.

She got a basket and headed straight for the women's section for clothing, grabbing a few skirts, blouses, pants, and a dress. Might as well get comfortable, she was going to be here a while. After getting clothes, she headed over to the isle that contained feminine hygiene products. She grabbed a box for a light and heavy flow for both the day and night, to be prepared. It was always different, if her flow was heavier or lighter throughout her cycle.

Lastly, she stopped at the pharmacy section, grabbing a bottle of Midol before heading towards the checkout. But she did take note of the fact that there were a few people in the store that seemed to glare at her. Like they could...smell her. Werewolves. They were the other species who could smell blood and Elijah mentioned that there were a few werewolves in the town. And they just so happened to be in the store she was in...great. She ignored the looks and kept walking.

As she reached the checkout, she saw Elijah walk into the store. "Over here!" She said just loud enough to grab his attention. Though she was pretty sure he would've been able to find her very easily. Due to the fact that she literally was a walking blood fountain for the vampire. A feeling of unease went through her body as she noticed the werewolves were still lingering, though they kept their distance once Elijah came in.
 
Elijah had quickly noted that she hadn’t grabbed a heating pad, given the contents in her basket. So when approached, he had one in hand for her. “Figured you forgot this,” he mentioned casually. He had felt the eyes of the werewolves on them, but he paid them no mind, for a werewolf bite wouldn’t kill him, unlike a normal vampire. He recalled earlier how he had been avoiding talking about her and her blood, but he figured it would be for the best.

He placed the heating pad in her basket and let her put the things on the conveyor belt. He took a small survey of the area and made individual eye contact with each of the werewolves in their general vicinity. He made note to remember what they looked like, especially facial features and clothing. Once at checkout, he waited for Isolde to use the cash to pay before they left. “Would you like to grab any snacks or food at the grocery store before we head out?” He asked as they walked back to their car. He opened the boot of the car and let her place the bags there, and then closed it when she was done.

“The grocery store is a small walk nearby, if you’re up for it,” he mentioned, noting she had grabbed the midol, probably for her cramping. He didn’t want to push her too much….then again, why he was caring and hoping she wouldn’t strain herself was something new, even for him.
 
Isolde tilted her head when he brought the heating pad. It hadn't crossed her mind at all, her father never allowed her to use anything. He never seemed to allow her to do a lot of things she realized. She always had to sneak a Midol, and make her own heating pad. Without him knowing of course. Cause he hated weakness, and doing any of those was a sign of so. "Thanks..." she muttered as she loaded her items on the conveyor belt.

She saw him look at the werewolves, noting that he was aware of them. So at least she felt safe...well as safe as she could be under the protection of a vampire while on her period. After paying she walked with him back to the car, placing her bags when the boot opened. "We can stop for some snacks." Her cravings normally weren't super strong but it wouldn't help to have things she knows she normally craves.

She was amused at the way he spoke to her. "You know I'm not made of glass. You don't have to treat me like I'm so...delicate." She was a hunter after all, she fought vampires for a living pretty much. "Just because I'm on my period doesn't mean I'll crumble at the faintest touch." She huffed, stepping towards him, "Don't tell me you've never dealt with a woman on her period before?" she teased.
 
Elijah noted the way she came up to him, and he could have backed away, but he didn’t. Also recognizing her teasing, he decided to want to tease her himself, for whatever reason. He leaned in closer, to which he probably shouldn’t have— “Not in a very long time,” he murmured out, his breath would be tickling on the edge of her ear. He could scent her better now, but he still pulled away slowly.

He looked at her face next, before telling her this, “It’s just…the last person I knew did not handle it so well, so I assumed that perhaps it would be difficult for you as well, despite who you were,” but he didn’t seem to carry any—misogyny in his words, he just genuinely seemed to be concerned for her wellbeing.

Elijah finally took his gaze off of her before they headed over into the grocery store and he walked around with her, watching her get various food items she wanted. He kept a respectable distance, trying not to get too close to her again. But be it as it may, it would probably be inevitable to get close to her one way or another, considering his self restraint would become thinner and thinner and virtually non existent.
 
Isolde felt a chill run down her spine at the way she could feel his breath tickling her ear. And despite the Hunter's instinct telling her to back away and to run, she remained. Elijah was close to her...maybe too close, the proximity sort of set off her breathing to be slightly heavier. Her chest moving slower with the deep breaths, despite her heart basically racing.

It took her a brief moment to find her words, titling her head in a way so she could look at him while he was still close. "Well maybe stop assuming things..." She hummed, before pulling back once he looked away from her. She could still feel her heart racing even after she pulled away. She couldn't understand why or how Elijah had this effect on her. She was supposed to hate him, that's what she kept telling herself. But she fought against almost every instinct telling her to do so. What was wrong with her?

The walk to the grocery store was short as he said, and Isolde got a cart as they entered. Her first items were two bottles of apple juice. Strangely enough, that was her main craving. Then she got a few chocolates that she liked, some cookies and things to make a cake. She always had an urge to bake when on her period, often fed the whole guild for the week with desserts.

Though as she went into another isle, parking the cart right in front as she didn't need to bring it, there was a janitor cleaning up right there by where she walked in from. He hadn't seen her nor did she see him, so she bumped into the worker then proceeded to slip on the wet floor. So much for not being delicate, she wasn't even looking where she was going! She put her hands out behind her to brace for the impact, trying not to land so hard on her ass or else she wouldn't be sitting down too much for a while.
 
When she had told him to stop assuming, he figured that might have been best for him to do, as it seemed whatever he assumed had been the worst thing for him to do, as of late. But as he thought on these things, he casually watched her fill up her cart. He was curious if she wanted to bake something, considering what items she had chosen.

It was only when she had parked her cart to go grab something in the aisle did he watch her bump into the janitor, and then slip on the wet floor. Everything for him felt like it was in slow motion, and without thinking, he had used his vampiric speed to go up and catch her as she fell. While she had expected to hit the cold tile of the store, she had instead would be found in Elijah’s arms. One arm was wrapped around her back, another had placed near her waist and his eyes locked onto her face. “Do you still think I shouldn’t worry about your safety?” He had teased softly, but a genuine look of concern was on his face after he had caught her.

He slowly let her stand up and brought himself back to the present moment. For some odd reason, he had stared at her face a little too long than he had intended on doing. And he could’ve sworn he felt his own heart skip a beat, like that was possible. “Are you alright though?” He asked her after, scanning her body for any sign of injury.

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Isolde had expected to hit the floor, eyes closed and arms out, but instead of hitting the tile she felt an arm around her back and a hand near her waist. Instinctively she reached out to hold onto Elijah to hold herself more, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck. She opened her eyes and saw Elijah, the proximity, the hand placement, it hit her all at once. She got awkward with her hand placement, moving to hold his shoulders before just retracting her hands altogether, her face feeling way too warm. "I-...I can withstand a f...fall to the floor!" She stammered, struggling to find words that made sense. None did in her mind.

'At least he cares' she thought, but now why did she care about that? Forcing that thought down after he let her stand, she took a step back. Something about being so close to Elijah got her heart racing and blood rushing to her face. She took note of the way he kept his gaze on her for a little longer than one would expect, but to be fair she was doing the same thing. It was a tad strange to see such stronger emotion on his face. Considering he tried his best to not show much of any emotion whatsoever in the time she met him.

"I'm fine..." She managed to get out, "Nothing I can't handle..." She muttered, trying to rationalize the whole situation in her mind. Of course, the janitor was just standing there watching the whole interaction. And as Isolde began to walk away to the cart, he started repeatedly apologizing, though she couldn't tell if it was towards her or Elijah. He seemed scared of the vampire and worried for her. She had forgotten what she went into that isle for and just figured it wasn't important enough if Elijah had managed to practically snatch the thought from her. He should not be having this effect on her.
 
Elijah felt as if he had overstepped once again. Perhaps he should have just let her fall. But he had been worried over her wellbeing once again, even without his main intention. He had just looked at the Janitor after he had began to apologize, but didn’t say anything. He left the aisle and followed Isolde after she had grabbed the cart and went somewhere else.

Elijah walked behind her, still keeping the same distance as he had before, but he now was hyper aware of her. He remembered exactly the way she had scented up close and he knew in the car drive back, it would drive him practically insane.

Once they reached the tills, he noticed that someone was following them, but had just barely made its presence known. Elijah could immediately tell it was a werewolf, but it didn’t have any ill intent- at least, not yet. Elijah figured it may have been a scout at first, perhaps to get intel on how Isolde was doing and to report it back to her father. He made direct eye contact with the werewolf and it seemed to recoil just from Elijah’s gaze alone.

Once they had left the store, he walked with Isolde and suddenly pulled her close to him, leaning and whispering in a hushed tone. “There’s someone following us…” he let her know, just in case she wasn’t too aware of her surroundings anymore considering her flustered state from earlier. He then let her go as they approached the car park from before, and before they even got to their car, the same werewolf that had been following them had suddenly attacked.

But like the vampire before, this werewolf had felt..off, as in, why would a werewolf attack mid day and without good reason? Surely it was a scout for Isolde’s father, but they wouldn’t just attack like this. Elijah had thought quickly and had immediately prevented the werewolf from clasping its fangs on Isolde, and he had blocked the attack with his arm. He hissed in pain the moment the fangs locked into his skin, but he managed to push back and let Isolde duck and head for cover.

Isolde would have to watch Elijah fight this practically rabid werewolf, and would also notice this was definitely a scout from her father. But why the werewolf had gone fucking insane, would be a mystery in itself. Elijah though, didn’t have a particularly rough time with the werewolf. A few scrapes here and there from its claws, barely even phased the original. Elijah had managed to throw the man against a wall, leaving a werewolf sized imprint in the red brick. Elijah had to stop the werewolf one way or another and he grabbed a steel pipe, easily breaking it off from the wall it was attached to. He held it like he was about to swing for a home run but, unexpectedly he had knelt down where the man laid. “Tell me,” Elijah asked as he readied his choice of weapon, “Did her father send you?”

The man growled and spit at Elijah, his body mostly broken everywhere from the fact that Elijah had practically shattered most of his bones from the fight alone. The man had thought Elijah to be weaker than the other originals, given how the research done on him said he only ingested synthetic blood. But clearly was not the case. He merely laughed maniacally as he glanced over to the hiding Isolde. “More will come…he wants his daughter back,” which meant that Isolde’s father most likely saw Elijah being the one to have held her ‘captive’ and possibly even would let her come back on the fact of if she killed Elijah, she would have her own redemption.

Elijah only sighed and then stood back up, before ending the man’s life with a swift blow to the head. He dropped the pipe afterwards, and looked to Isolde. He briefly glanced at his arm, the nice shirt had now been torn and punctured through. The werewolf venom in his skin wouldn’t be easily dealt with, but he felt he would be okay for now.

“Let’s go,” he said sternly to Isolde, soon getting back into the car. It didn’t take them much longer to head back where they came from, but Isolde would notice that Elijah had started to sweat, especially from his forehead. She would notice the sleeve where he got the bite, and how the wound was festering now.

Elijah had to keep his sights on the road, to the best he could. With the venom clouding his judgment and the way Isolde’s blood scented..he feared he really would cross the line further than he should, and end up delightfully feeding off of the woman.
 
After checking out her items, Isolde immediately went to go swap out the makeshift pad for an actual one in the bathroom. When she stepped out, she noticed that one of the wolves was still lingering. Though she hadn't noticed him following them outside the store until Elijah pulled her in closer to him, "Hey-" She was going to protest, after all why was he doing such? But she stopped once he told her about the werewolf. She turned to see for herself, and the man lunged towards her. Not Elijah, her. She went to duck, but the man was too fast for her, though Elijah was faster and he blocked the bite.

When Elijah began to fight with the seemingly rabid werewolf, she found cover and watched the fight unfold. Then she recognized the man. He worked with her father, one of the few close friends he had. The man was always there for her father...whenever he needed something. This time he was sent to come for Isolde herself. But why would he do that if he saw her actions as betrayal? Unless Lucas didn't report back...that's when she realized he probably didn't make it out of the gas station. He would've told her father that she was working with Elijah. But now he was under the impression that she was kidnapped or something along those lines.

Isolde was trying to remember his name...but she couldn't. She was going to ask him a question, but Elijah brought the pipe up and back down before she could even get a word out, "No-!" She shouted, coming out from her hiding spot. Flinching at the crunch that followed the blow from the pipe, she looked to Elijah, frustrated. "Why did you kill him? Now we have nothing on my father! We could've gotten information out of him!" She complained, looking at the dead body before following Elijah as he said to.

When they got into the car Isolde began to think about the whole situation. Her father had to have known what was going on, there was no way he didn't. He was a smart man, usually one step ahead. But this whole situation just seemed...off.

As they were driving, she noticed that the bite wound had started to look...strange. She'd never seen the wound of a vampire bitten by a werewolf, just the effects it had. So she grew concerned, "Do you...need me to drive?" She asked, noting the way he started to sweat despite the A/C being turned on. "That doesn't look good." She adds, gesturing to the wound itself. While she knew the bite wouldn't kill Elijah because he was an Original, it would cause him to act like any other vampire when they were bitten. And with her period, she was a little afraid of what would happen when the hallucinations start to kick in.
 
Elijah had turned and told her that he wouldn’t be of any help, considering the man’s state and unwillingness for release of information. Plus, it wouldn’t have been wise to leave the man alive for any reason. Surely, Isolde would understand that in some way.

But as Elijah had drove, he felt his head get heavier by the minute. He felt extremely hot and uncomfortable, and the moment Isolde had offered to drive- he didn’t protest, but said this, “Yes…please, but perhaps you should tie me up with something— just..in..in case..” he surely hoped she would have some vervain on her so she could tie him up with whatever rope she may have found. But unfortunately, all they would have would be placing him either in the back seat or the front.

Elijah thankfully pulled over without any trouble, and as he had gotten out of the car, he practically stumbled, yet caught himself before he face planted to the ground. Shit he thought, knowing that venom from the werewolf wouldn’t kill him, but why it was advancing so fast within his system was surprising to say the least. His now blurred vision watched as Isolde came over, but he would be able to scent her more and more, the restraint he had been fighting was unfortunately being let out of its metaphorical cage, and wouldn’t be able to be reigned back in for the time being.

Now vervain only lasted in one human’s body for so long..and without a steady supply of it— her poison like blood wouldn’t be effective anymore in warding off a bite. But she would already know that, considering how ‘delectable’ he had noted the way her blood was earlier.
 
Isolde nodded, waiting until he pulled over before getting out of the car and opening the trunk. There really wasn't much in there that she could tie him up with. Perhaps in the backseat with the seatbelts. She found a rope, not long enough to really do much on its own. But the seatbelts would certainly help.

She was going to help him out of the car, going back to the driver's side, but she saw him faceplant into the ground. If the situation wasn't so serious she might've laughed at the sight. "Come on..." She muttered, walking up to him and trying to get him up so he could get into the back seat. Though one of her rings made contact with his skin, burning him slightly. They were laced with vervain. The only form she kept on her. And considering she resided in a place with a vampire, she didn't have steady access to vervain.

Eventually she got him back into the car after much struggle, using all three seatbelts to restrain him best she could. She felt bad, because of how close she was to him, having to reach over him to grab the other seatbelts and wrapping them tightly around him. There was a very subtle floral scent, alongside the obvious blood smell. Then the rope to tie his hands together. That was the only thing she knew was secure. Not like she was trained in how to restrain someone with seatbelts.

Closing the boot of the car, his door and going into the driver's seat she took off, hoping to get back as soon as possible. She didn't have any of her weapons with her, which was a stupid idea she was now realizing. Especially now as she hoped Elijah wouldn't try to attack her as he seemed very out of it. The venom was affecting him quicker than both of them expected.
 
(He…didn’t face plant into the ground, but seeing such the refined Elijah do so is kind of funny tbh)

Elijah’s entire body felt like it was weighed down by a thousand pounds, and his legs felt like they were made of lead. Even as she had helped him into the backseat, he knew that her restraining him in this way would be the only effective means for her to be safe for now. He hadn’t even felt the ring that had burned him, he just knew he couldn’t really quiet down the pounding in his head either.

Thankfully for Isolde, Elijah had seemed to quiet down in the back seat, his head hung over as he was ‘trapped’ there. His breathing somewhat steadier than it had been before. Once arriving back to the safe house, and pulling into the garage, it would probably be more effective and safer for her to tie him up there in the garage then to let him back into the cabin. Especially since the garage was separated away from the cabin.

If Elijah remembered correctly, the werewolf venom would only last in his body for about 24 hours, so he hoped that with Isolde staying in the cabin far away from him would work and curb his surprisingly strong appetite for her blood alone. He waited until she unloaded the car before she had no other choice but to help him down and out of the car, with his hands still tied. He could have easily broken his bonds, but with the way the venom was effecting his body, it made him weaker and weaker by the moment.

But the restraint he had earlier gone, it probably wouldn’t prove much trouble for him to break out of the rope and latch onto Isolde’s perfectly unblemished neck. But deep down, he was still fighting against it, knowing he shouldn’t..he—he couldn’t.

While she was restraining him in the garage, he looked at her with red, tired ringed eyes. His sickly pallor was obvious and even as she came closer to him he warned her briefly. “D-Don’t come back..out here until..tomorrow..” he still despite everything, did not want to hurt her.
 
(I read the 'before he face planted to the ground' as such...my bad. I so misread that in my mind. I'm now seeing that.)

When they got back to the cabin, she pulled into the garage and shut off the car. Getting out she helped Elijah out, leaving his hands restrained. She set him somewhere she could easily restrain him, leaving him there as she went to her car, grabbing a bottle of vervain water she kept handy. Just in case she didn't wear her rings. But instead of drinking it she covered the rope she found in the liquid before further restraining him, "This is going to hurt...I'm sorry." She apologized as the rope made contact with his skin. She could hear the way it burned his skin, flinching as she felt bad for him.

"I'll be back..." She muttered, ignoring his warning. She couldn't just leave him like that. He'd been taking care of her, she had to return the favor. Walking into the cabin she went to the kitchen to grab a bowl, putting ice and water inside before grabbing a cloth and heading to her room. She put her hair up into a bun, slipping a dagger in as a pin to hold it up, and grabbing the other just as a back-up. Then she made her way back into the garage. Kneeling down next to him she dipped the cloth into the bowl, squeezing out excess water before placing it against his forehead.

"Where's your blood supply? So I can get you something to eat so you don't try to devour my blood instead..." She muttered, knowing that her still being here was risky but she couldn't just leave him here to suffer. It wasn't right. Even if he was a vampire. "I'm just returning a favor...you take care of me I take care of you...I'm not going anywhere." She adds, making sure he knew that she wasn't going to listen. She was annoyingly stubborn that way.
 
(lol you’re fine :3 don’t worry about it)

Elijah had watched her leave and she said she would be back. But Isolde’s further presence upon being so close as she took care of him..it would drive him further and further insane. Especially when she put her neck on display like that with her hair up and out of the way. As she came closer with the cool cloth, pressing it on his forehead, he turned his face away from her- his face was now prominently showing their black like veins under his skin.

At the mention of the blood supply, he managed to say that it was located down in the cellar, in a fridge away from everything else. He did it that way so he wouldn’t binge on the blood and only take what he needed. But what Isolde would be greeted with…would be an empty fridge. Elijah had forgotten to contact his supplier while he was out on the town, as the werewolf had caused some trouble he hadn’t foreseen.

He leaned his head back while he waited for Isolde, closing his eyes. He wasn’t given the normal hallucinations, but it felt like his body was on fire, and the unmistakable quench of blood lust began to force his fangs out un voluntarily. Perhaps it would be best if she put a vervain soaked rag in his mouth for now. He would just have to sweat out the venom.

With Elijah being there, his hands tied behind him to a column of the garage— somehow his shirt had been unbuttoned and opened, sweat was practically glistening off of his toned body- and Isolde would take note that he had a physique like a Greek god—chiseled and perfectly shaped in each way. Not to mention the moans and groans of this man before her. Of course, it was from being in pain, but…it would get one imaginative.
 
Isolde noticed the black veins around his eyes as he turned away from her. She had a feeling that he looked away from her to avoid having any sort of temptation to drink from her. She dipped the cloth in the water again, straining it and placing it back on his forehead before she left him again momentarily to get a blood pouch from the fridge he told her about, but it was empty. "Shit..." She muttered, not sure what she was going to do now.

Before making her way back up to the garage she went to the kitchen to grab another rag. When she got back to the garage paused at the sight before her. 'How the hell did his shirt get undone?' She remembered seeing a faint outline of his body the other night, with the shirt he was wearing that night. But this was...more than that. Her mind began to wonder as her eyes did so along his body. Gods the things she could...no. She slammed down those thoughts before they could completely form, looking away as she walked back up to him.

She noticed his fangs were out now, perhaps because the venom was causing a more insatiable thirst. "You're out of blood...sorry." She apologized like it was her fault he was out of blood. But she wasn't exactly helping by being so close. "Is there anything else? I can try hunting animals, but I don't think you'll like that blood..." She muttered, trying to offer something that wasn't herself. She just wasn't able to guarantee that she'd be able to stop him if he fed from her. Bloodthirst was certainly getting to him, she could tell.

Dipping the second rag in the water she dabbed his chest, trying to cool him down the best she could. This fever did not look fun for him. "Just bear with me..." She tried to reassure him, though she was sure this wasn't his first rodeo with a werewolf bite. Just not one with this kind of venom and a woman whose blood wasn't exactly easy to refuse.
 
“N-no..you…get away…” he urged her, even as the pain built up in his body, especially his fangs— they began to practically ache at this point. He knew drinking human blood wouldn’t help cure the venom from his system, but it would offer some temporary relief from the pain. Yet he still refused, no matter how strong the blood lust was calling to him.

He was just lucky the vervain soaked ropes on his wrists prevented him from moving forward and attacking her. Now if she didn’t just get so close to him…the sound of her blood rushing through her veins once more, he had to close his eyes, groaning out again in discomfort. “Please…I—I don’t want..to hurt you,” he begged at this point. He knew her blood would taste so sweet and would give him relief from what he was feeling.

“Or, put..a vervain soaked cloth in…in my mouth,” he panted out, his eyes looking towards hers. They were different now, pleading and begging her to get away. He didn’t want to hurt her. Even as his hands struggled against the restraints, Elijah eventually would get out of them, he knew he would, it was only a matter of time. He didn’t want to though, but the venom was making him pushed more and more to the edge of breaking. Although his restraint had faltered and he wanted to feast on her neck— still, part of him resisted, surprisingly enough. Elijah would be in for a very, very long night.
 
"No. I'm not leaving you here like this! You shouldn't have taken that bite...I could've just drunk your blood to heal. The venom doesn't affect me like it does vampires..." Isolde insisted on staying, despite the fact that she was not safe being here or just so close in general. She reached behind him and tightened the restraints to ensure that he wouldn't get out. Even if she left him here, eventually he would get out of the rope, so she had to be here to tighten them. That was what she kept telling herself.

After tightening the restraints, she went back to her car to see if she had any more vervain. She didn't. Turning back to Elijah, "I don't have anything else. I used my bottle on the rope. What about your witch friend? Can't we get her to put a barrier around the garage, or bring vervain?" She asked, walking back up to him, kneeling beside him. "Where's your phone? Can I call her?" She didn't want to just search the man. He was vulnerable enough as it is. Very...very vulnerable. She could just plunge one of the daggers right in that...gorgeous chest of his. Wait. Why was that the internal descriptor she used? She should not be seeing Elijah this way, especially in his current state.

She was surprised that he was still fighting against whatever ounce of control he had left. Grabbing both rags she dipped them in the water again, repeating her actions of trying to cool his body down. He was burning up, this heat should've killed him, if he was human. But he wasn't. Her eyes snapped to the wound, "I'll go get something for that." She said, getting up and going to where she knew the first aid kit was. Looking inside there were alcohol pads, gauze and a bandage roll.

Coming back from the kitchen she went to kneel on the side where the wound was. "I'm going to wrap this up. So it can heal somewhat better." She muttered, tearing the rest of the sleeve off. "I'll fix that..sorry." She apologized before grabbing the alcohol pads and opening them. She began to pat the wound, rubbing it would cause too much irritation. More than what was already caused. Then she covered the wound with a few gauze pads before wrapping it with the bandage tape. "There."
 
Elijah had no other choice but to listen to what she had to say, she had to insist on staying and taking care of him, despite the danger that lurked right there in front of her. For him things were getting harder and harder to resist, even as she came so close to him to try and find his phone. But it would prove no use, as his phone had ended up dead somehow. When she mentioned that she would be right back, he had closed his eyes and laid his head back. The pounding sensation he felt in his head wouldn't easily go away, and he knew by each dreadful, passing moment it would only become worse.

He reopened his bloodshot eyes and watched her move behind him, hearing her rip his sleeve off and then treat his wound. He could care less about the shirt and the wound, what he cared about was the blood underneath her skin. And, since Isolde failed to notice that he had loosened the newly tightened restraints -- he had suddenly broke free and went to go pin Isolde underneath him. Once she was pinned effectively, and his hands had kept her arms forced to the ground, his legs had also effectively barred her from moving, even in his weakened state, he would prove too strong for her. And looking down at her, she would notice that Elijah's face was that of a vampire ready to strike and go in for their next meal. The last time Elijah had fed off of anyone, he preferred being more refined and restrained in his drinking, but his pounding headache and the burning sensation he felt from the werewolf venom would not die down by any means, so some delirious part of him hoped that drinking her blood would give some relief. The last thing Elijah had been finally able to say before he bit down on her neck was, "Please forgive me--" or it could have been 'Please don't hate me..' either way, she wouldn't have time to think once his bite connected to her unblemished skin.

Elijah's fangs pierced Isolde's delicate skin, pushing through to her main artery and digging in deep. The initial bite was painful, and the tips of his fangs were laced with his own toxin-- vampire venom. But as Isolde would soon note while his fangs settled in while feeding off of her, it began to give way to some sort of pleasure. The feeling of the venom from Elijah would make her feel warm all over, and might cause things to....'heat' up in pretty much an erotic way, but of course, it would be different experience for each human. Elijah on the other hand, even though he was not in his right mind was in fact, enjoying the taste of Isolde's blood. The thick, dark liquid began to spill forth from the corners of his mouth while he fed, and Isolde would feel the delicate softness of his lips pressed sweetly against her neck. Elijah's grip on her arms remained unwavering while he continued to drink from her, moaning at the very taste and pleasure her blood was bringing him. His body would begin to heat up in another sense, and thankfully the pounding headache and uncomfortable burning sensation that seemed to not want to go away began to subside the more he drank from her.
 
Isolde looked for his phone, but it was. How did he let his phone die? Oh right, the werewolf bite and probably her blood were more on his mind than charging his phone. She was about to stand and move to grab the bowl of water when all of a sudden, she's pinned to the floor by Elijah. "Elijah! What are you doing!" She shrieked, trying to move her arms out from his grasp to reach for her dagger. But it was no use, despite having werewolf venom in his system he was still stronger than her. She also couldn't really move her entire body altogether, though she still tried. "Elijah get off of me!" She shouted, trying to get out from underneath him. What she didn't expect was for him to apologize before he sunk his fangs into her. Though she didn't know exactly what he had said, her mind was clouded.

As soon as his fangs broke through her skin and straight for her main artery, she let out a shriek from the pain. "Elijah!" She cried out, trying to snap him back out of whatever he had going on in his mind. But alongside with the pain there was something else that flooded her body. Heat. Not from the fact that she writhed underneath him, or the heat the radiated from his own feverish body, but something of...arousal. The feeling flooded both body and mind, she tried to push them down. She shouldn't be feeling like this. Not for a vampire. Especially not one that was feeding off of her. She'd heard of venom that did similar effects, but it was practically unheard of. A rare ability in a vampire. And how lucky she was that Elijah had this.

"Elijah..." She repeated, though the plead had a bit of...desire laced within. Though it wasn't of her own volition. The venom that now coursed through her veins had her feeling things she shouldn't. It was like she almost didn't want him to stop...but at the same time she could feel her head start to pound. The heat she felt started making its way down her body, and she clenched her thighs together. The pressure adding some sort of relief to this growing ache for some sort of pleasure. "S..stop...please" She whined, though her body was having a completely different reaction than her words made it seem. Not to mention that he seemed to be having a similar effect, with the moans that escaped his throat as he drank from her. And his lips...gods they felt so soft against her skin.

And despite the fact that she acknowledged she wasn't getting out, she still tried. Or it seemed that way anyways, but out of an instinct that wasn't her own she sort of pressed herself up against him. It was like she almost had no control over her body. But she did, it was her mind that was running rampant. Like how would his hands feel on other parts of her body? His lips against hers?
 
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Elijah, although feverish and practically animalistic towards her, he seemed to have some sense left deep down inside. He subconsciously knew to not take more than what he needed, even though the sickness begged him to drain her dry. He had only been feeding off of her for less than a minute, and already he had started to feel better, more sane than before. The aching he felt somewhere else though...that was a new sensation, even for himself. The way Isolde had writhed underneath him, soon pressing up against him made him reevaluate the situation. It also helped that her screams he had heard earlier had brought him back to some form of clarity, with the help of her blood, of course.

He pulled his fangs out of her, and he did so in a way to where she would not bleed out. If he had been any more careless...

Elijah then looked down at her flushed expression, his lips and mouth dripping with her blood, but his tongue cleaned off his fangs and the rest of his mouth, simply moaning at the way her blood still tasted. He had not tasted a human in such a long while, and he feared that he would not be able to go back to his synthetic blood after this.

He leaned back down once more, taking his tongue and licking over the bite mark, slowly and sensually. Isolde would notice that his saliva surprisingly had healing properties - which made sense, given that saliva was just filtered blood. The bite mark all of a sudden vanished, but the lingering effects it had was still there, the burning desire within her veins would now be permanently affected, as vampire venom only heightened emotions that were there previously, and it did not create new ones.

"Please forgive me...I...could not control myself any longer..." he murmured in her ear. His voice had some clarity to it, with hints of regrets. She would also notice on how his his grip felt, it had loosened ever so slightly as if he realized he might be hurting her. But now he had fully tasted her blood, and unwillingly would be desiring more.

Elijah had soon moved them, in one fluid motion she would be now pressed against his body as he had sat them both up, his arms wrapped around her waist while she would straddle his lap. His hands then moved to grab the dagger she had hidden in her hair, and placed it in her hands, aiming it for his chest. His eyes no longer were bloodshot, but were apologetic in his gaze. But even so, she would probably not be able to deny the feeling his venom had caused her, the way his bite had felt -- the lingering desire of possibly wanting more. "This won't kill me, but it will offer you a much needed escape, I -- I want you to go back into town, where it's safer from here-" safer from him. Although his fever was already subsiding, and his pallor was much better than earlier. "Wait there until morning -- for I cannot guarantee your safety right now," Although he was practically the same way he was before he had been infected with the werewolf bite. The only difference was how handsome he had seemed now, especially in the partial moonlight that filtered into the garage from one window.
 
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