Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

Isolde lay beneath him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, her breath shallow and uneven. Her skin was flushed, damp with sweat, and her limbs felt heavy in the most satisfying way. Elijah’s release still lingered inside her, warm and thick, and she could feel the slow pulse of his body against hers - the way his chest pressed to hers, the way his lips moved gently across her neck. She didn’t speak at first. She simply let herself feel everything. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along his back, nails grazing lightly over the curve of his spine. She could hear his voice, low and tender, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him bite into his wrist, offering her his blood.

Her gaze flicked from the wound to his face, and for a moment, she just watched him. There was concern in his eyes, a softness that hadn’t been there earlier. He was worried, he feared it might have been too much. Isolde reached up slowly, her hand wrapping around his wrist, guiding it toward her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. Her lips parted, and she drank. The taste was sharp and metallic. It warmed her instantly, spreading through her limbs like fire, chasing away the dizziness that had begun to creep in. She could also feel any marks he left unhealed close from the healing properties of his blood.

She pulled back after a few swallows, licking the remnants from her lips, then pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist before lowering his arm. Her eyes met his again, steady and clear. “I’m alright,” she said softly, her voice still rough from moaning his name. She could see the worry in his face and wanted to reassure him that she was fine. She could feel the faint twitch of him, the lingering tension that hadn’t fully faded. Her legs relaxed around his waist, but she didn’t urge him to move. She liked the weight of him there. The closeness.
 
Elijah had seemed to be holding his breath as she had drank from him, only releasing it when she finished and told him that she was alright. He appeared to be relieved, thankful that Isolde already seemed to be doing much better. He didn't want to push her too far, for he knew his strength could easily break her if he wasn't careful. He noticed that she didn't urge him to move, but his body had other plans. He eventually slipped out of her, his length softening back to its original state. And he slowly sat up, helping Isolde do the same. "Let's not worry about the mess for now.." he mentioned, noting the stain of Isolde's blood on the concrete floor, alongside other stains..

Helping her up, Elijah and her both redressed where they could. Elijah then looked to her, noticing she was still a bit unsteady on her feet. "Let me help you darling," he spoke, and Isolde would feel Elijah scoop her up in his arms. He made sure she was holding onto him before they were up in her room in a flash. He had gently sat her down on the edge of her bed. "You...wouldn't mind, if I stay here with you, would you?" he asked, hesitant to do so. With his venom slowly not having such an influence on her anymore he worried that she would be back into her previous hunter mind. He wouldn't be surprised though. Speaking of venom, the werewolf toxin in his own body had pretty much vanished, and he no longer required a bandage for it. So he had discarded it nearby in the trash can by her bed.

"Actually, wait here," he told her before he left and came back with the items she had bought earlier. "I figured you might be in need of these," he motioned to the pads in one of the bags. He looked back to her, hoping she would ask him to stay with her for the night. But if she didn't, he would understand.
 
Isolde could feel Elijah’s breath catch as she drank from him, the tension in his body held tight until she pulled away and reassured him. His relief was visible, not just in the way his shoulders relaxed but also in the way that the worry seemed to fade in his eyes. Eventually she felt him slip free, sitting up as he helped her upright. Her gaze flickered to the floor for a brief moment - the dark stain on her blood and the evidence of their shared pleasure - she nodded at his words, bringing her eyes to her clothes next.

Though as Isolde stood to get dressed, her body felt heavy and her legs unsteady beneath her. She did manage to get dressed as best she could, and before she could protest Elijah scooped her into his arms. She held onto him instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he carried her upstairs in a blur of motion. When they reached her room, he sat her down gently on the edge of the bed and she looked up at him with a soft expression.

His question certainly did catch her off guard for a moment, and she could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. And she knew why he was so hesitant. The Hunter’s Instinct was louder again, the venom from Elijah’s bite was wearing out of her bloodstream. But the feelings didn’t fade so much. Which is why she yet again ignored that pesky little voice nagging at her to become violent towards Elijah. It was easier now to fight against it, the Instinct that had been forced into her since birth. She felt safe with Elijah, and that’s what mattered.

Before she could answer he turned away briefly to discard the bandage she had managed to get on him before…well all this. And when he returned, he had the bag with pads from the store in his hands. “Thank you…” She murmured as she reached in to grab one of the pads. Her other hand reached out to tug him toward the bed, “I want you to stay.” Her voice was a little clearer now, “I do have to put this on though…” She muttered, forcing her legs to carry her to the bathroom to change out the pad before wobbling back over and crawling into the bed.
 
Elijah was happy to stay with her, a part of him relieved that she had agreed on doing so. He knew the hunter’s instinct was strong, and would be hard to deny. But Elijah, even under the influence of werewolf venom obviously had no real intent on harming Isolde in any way. He had waited for her to return from the bathroom, and as she crawled into bed he moved his arm, pulling her close to him once more as they settled down.

Normally Vampires didn’t require much sleep, but after the infection and their little…escapade they had shared between one another earlier that night, clearly tired the original out surprisingly enough. And as he rested his head on the pillow with Isolde right next to him, he looked towards her, managing to kiss the top of her head again. “For what it’s worth…I’m glad you agreed on having me stay..” he mentioned softly, knowing that in the morning everything that had happened tonight would stay within his memories forever. Even if this had been a dream, he wished and hoped that they wouldn’t have to wake from it any time soon. Before they both fell asleep though, Elijah asked Isolde, “If you don’t mind me asking…what does the tattoo on your back symbolize?” He was curious, and genuinely was interested to learn.

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But unfortunately, when Elijah did wake that next morning, he woke to an empty room, and in his own for that fact. He did not recall when he had put himself to bed, if anything. He groaned awake softly, slowly sitting up. The after effects of the werewolf venom had made it feel like his body had been ran over by a train, but there was no sign of any bite. He could have sworn he had gotten bit the night before, but now with no evidence of a bite, he wasn’t so sure. But what he couldn’t mistake was the lingering taste of blood in his mouth. He was confused, thinking he had run out of synthetic blood. But sure enough when he dragged himself out of bed, and went to go check, there was a whole fridge stocked up with the bags. Yet this aftertaste that still lingered on his tongue did not seem it was from his synthetic blood bags at all. As he stood in the kitchen, he placed his hands on the cold marble countertop and thought for a few moments. Was…last night even real? Did it happen?? His mind felt a bit blurred and he had wished it hadn’t been a dream but… with no real evidence yet— he couldn’t be sure himself.

He remembered something about a tattoo— and Isolde’s answer. Surely his mind would not make that up, but he didn’t know if he could outrightly ask Isolde that question once she would wake up and come down stairs. He glanced towards the stairs, wondering if she would be awake now. Should he go to her room? Would it be right of him to do so? His head started to pound briefly, and he grimaced lightly.
 
Isolde hummed, a small smile forming on her face at the kiss on the top of her head, "I'm glad you asked..." Her voice was quiet as the exhaustion started to wash over her. This was certainly something she wasn't going to forget, especially with the fact that tonight was her first time with a vampire. She could feel herself dozing off slightly when she snapped out of it at his voice. It took her a second to process the question before she answered, "Oh...it's a raven. My favorite animal. I actually have a pet raven back...back at the Guild..." She trailed off at she realized Nyx was still there. Poor guy was probably worried about her, and there wasn't a guarantee that her father had let the bird out of the house at all. "His name is Nyx, I found him as a baby, injured cause he fell out of the nest and I nursed him back to health before bringing him back. Several months later he showed up at the door. Hasn't left my side since..." Which is why now she felt bad for suddenly abandoning her companion. "I got the tattoo shortly after I accepted that he wasn't going to leave any time soon." That was a few years ago. Her father had been hesitant to accept Nyx into the house, but he admired the bird's loyalty to Isolde so he warmed up eventually.

Eventually after telling the short story, she dozed off, curling into Elijah as she settled into his presence. As she slept, she had that nagging feeling from the Instinct to wake up, that she had danger sleeping right next to her. But beyond that nagging she knew she was safe. That he wouldn't intentionally harm her, especially not while she's sleeping. He would've already if that was his intent.

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Though she woke up when she no longer felt the Instinct so powerfully all of a sudden. Granted she always felt the Instinct ever since she met Elijah and since she started staying here. But she remembered feeling it so strongly last night before falling asleep. So, when there was such a drastic change, it startled her awake. And when she did wake up, she noticed the way the other side of the bed seemed disheveled. She didn't sleep on that side...did she? Last night had to be real, but then again Elijah didn't seem like he'd be the type to just slip out in the middle of the night. After all she could remember faintly of him asking to stay. That was real...right? "Fuck..." She muttered, going to stretch but she could feel her entire body was sore. What the hell was happening? She wasn't sure if last night was all in her head or if it was reality.

But with the fact that she had no other proof besides the soreness she felt and the other side of the bed seeming like it had been slept in, she didn't want to ask Elijah. That would be awkward, like, 'hey I think we fucked but I can't be too sure if it was real or a dream' That's definitely a great conversation to have with someone who you're supposed to hate. But she didn't and that was also nagging at her. Why would she even dream that? Gods her mind was scattered.

Groaning, she got up from her bed, having to steady herself as her legs did not want to cooperate. If it was just a dream, why was she so sore like it wasn't? That was another question she asked herself as she got up and walked around to see if there was anything on that side of the bed. A discarded bandage in the trash can, one she can faintly remember putting on Elijah in the garage...why was it here? Then she went to use the bathroom, seeing the box of pads on the counter, when did she get those? There were a lot of holes in her memory and she didn't like it one bit.

After changing into a tank top, shorts, clean bra and underwear with a fresh pad, she made her way downstairs. Maybe Elijah was still tied up in the garage, maybe he didn't get out form the restraints. She held on tightly to the railing as she made her way down, about to head to the garage when she passed by the kitchen and saw Elijah standing at the countertop. Images of him on top of her flooding through her mind, parts of her neck and her...breast...were aching slightly. That was weird. "Morning..." She muttered, not sure what to say or do as the was something new to her entirely. With the tank top she wore, the top half of her back tattoo could be seen and obviously the one on her wrist was visible as well.
 
Elijah couldn’t help but be drawn to Isolde’s presence as she had came down the stairs. He had scented her long before he had seen her. But even so, his normal unreadable expression was now that of confusion, as if he couldn’t really discern what he had been seeing. He could also figure if what he had dreamt to actually be a dream and not be reality— that would explain why she was not talking about the matter.

His eyes trailed to that of her tattoos and he remembered what she had said about them, even though he shouldn’t have known what she had said, because why would he know what they meant, if it truly was a dream? His eyes then went back up to her face. “Good morning…Isolde,” he cleared his throat and looks down briefly before back up to her. He would need to prove it wasn’t a dream. And for that he would have to do something completely insane.

For if what they had done was real, he simply could not ignore it— not after what he had felt for the woman standing so close yet so far from him. “I-I’m going back into town today. What I need you to do is to remain here,” he paused giving it more thought. He wasn’t sure on how he would put this for her. “Please trust that you will be safe until my return. This house is protected and you will be protected.” He assured her. That same voice would be plaguing her thoughts, especially in how it sounded to her before when he had been…

Elijah managed to move and walk past her to the front door. “You have your new phone I got you— my number is already in there. Contact me if anything goes wrong and I will return as soon as I can,” he said over his shoulder. What he was about to go do…was to dive directly into the lion’s den, or what others called the Hunter’s Guild. He wasn’t sure what exactly spurred him on except that he knew if what Isolde had said in her ‘dream’ to him was real, then perhaps there was a corvid he was going to go rescue. Whether or not he would actually be successful would be determined if he returned back to the safe house, and to Isolde.
 
Isolde was looking in the fridge as he said good morning, though she paused as the...memories...thoughts...dream...? Anyways, some image in her mind came forth and it was of him moaning her name so sweetly. Fuck. That's not something she should be thinking about, especially because she couldn't remember what exactly the images were in her head. Memory or dream. But they were there nonetheless. And Elijah would be able to hear her heart racing as the images flashed through her mind. She stood there for a moment just staring blankly at the fridge before shaking her head and shoving the image out of her mind. She also more clearly remembered talking about Nyx last night. Gods she missed that bird. At the thought she reached back and gently touched the tattoo.

Then she noticed apple juice...since when was there apple juice in there? That wasn't there before. As well as a few baking supplies. When the hell did all this get there...she didn't know. She couldn't remember.

Before she could ask Elijah about it, he talked about going into town. She frowned, taking out the apple juice and going to grab a glass to pour some out. "Why can't I go with you?" She asked before quickly adding, "I just don't want to be here by myself that is all." Not at all because she wanted his company...sure. Which was shocking in a way, one would think with the gaps in her memory she'd want to stay back, worried he did something to her. But it was quite the opposite.

"I guess...if I have to stay, I'll just explore. Since you never actually showed me the rest of the property. And bake since apparently there are supplies to do so." She mutters, wondering if maybe she could also find out why she couldn't remember what exactly happened last night. Then an idea popped into her head, maybe the witch friend could help. Some witches she knew could help with undoing compulsion, maybe that's why she couldn't fully remember. "Really quick, could you actually send your...witch friend here? I'd like to ask her some questions if that's okay..." She asked, hoping she could find some answers.
 
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Elijah couldn’t help but pause at her words. He knew he had yet to show her the rest of the property but now that she had actually mentioned it— “Well…I had actually planned on showing you the rest of the property later when I returned, but I guess it doesn’t hurt for you to explore,” he started but frowned when she mentioned about his witch friend. Why would she want her there? What questions would possibly be asked?

He would have loved to known but he knew he had to go do what he needed to do and put those thoughts elsewhere. Obviously, he could have done the sensible approach, like Isolde was trying to do. Asking his witch friend if there had been any memories altered because of magic. But because Elijah sometimes liked to take the most difficult path, sometimes consequences would have to follow.

Before he left through the door, he looked down at his phone and he sent Isolde a text. It was a phone number, and he looked up, briefly meeting her eyes and hitiching his breath. He had seen her, he was certain of it— in a light not so different than the one filtering in now. How her lips had trembled from his actions, how her beautiful voice had moaned out his name— he saw visions, fantasies of the hunter in front of him and he wasn’t sure if he should even be allowed such a pleasure. Even if it had been a dream, what a…pleasurable and wonderful dream it had been.

Clearing his throat as he came to his senses, he had to look away from her. “T-That’s her number, if you so wish go call it,” he said and left through the door, closing it behind him. He had to get some fresh air. With the way her blood smelled to him, surely he knew he would lose his composure and go after her. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The taste and scent of Isolde burned deep within his very being and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to come back to it.

But he knew he had to, for if he wanted his plan to go smoothly. He wasn’t yet sure if Isolde would be up to the task— yet as his steps drove him forward to the garage where his car was, he couldn’t help but notice the blood stains on the concrete. He hesitated in his steps, and looked at it slowly, kneeling down and reaching out with his fingertips.

This was Isolde’s blood alright, but the scent to it didn’t hold fear, no— it held…desire. Which made this all the more confusing for Elijah. If this truly had happened, why did he not remain in bed with Isolde? Why did he…feel like he was losing his memory when he so clearly wished to keep it. Perhaps he would contact his witch, get some more answers, but he doubt she would tell him anything, as per their agreement.

Either way, he got up and composed himself, turning to head to the car, opening the door and getting inside. He eventually pulled out of the garage and began to drive the long trek towards the hunter’s guild. Elijah didn’t want to tell Isolde, for he knew she would try and prevent him from going. But he had to do this, he wanted to do this. He—he wanted…he wanted Isolde to not worry so much about her pet. However crazy that would sound.
 
(I'll start a scene with her father in this reply as well)

Isolde shrugged, "I got to find something to do in the meantime. I can't just sulk around waiting for you to return." She responded as she poured herself a glass of the juice. Then she walked back over and put it back in the fridge when she felt her phone go off. She checked the message, seeing it was a number Elijah sent her. She didn't think he'd actually send it...it was good that he did though. It meant she could get some answers. Or try to at least. She looked up at him and her eyes met his. He was already looking, the same thoughts she tried to push out resurfacing. Her heart began to race, face flushed, as images flashed through her mind. Though maybe he was seeing the same...from his own perspective. At least that's what she hoped...despite the fact that she shouldn't.

When he cleared his throat, it snapped her back out of the images she replayed in her head. Gods this wasn't how she imagined her relationship with this vampire going. Not that she thought she would ever feel anything other than hate for him. "Thanks-" And he was gone. What could be so urgent that he had to leave so quickly? She had a slight feeling he wasn't going into town but if he wasn't it was clear he didn't want her to know what exactly he was going to be up to.

Though instead of standing there like a fool she dialed the number shortly after he went to the garage. She did notice he didn't leave right away, she didn't hear the car start at the time it should've. So she made a note to go and check out the garage, maybe there would be something in there that could clarify if last night was real or not. If the witch picked up, Isolde would ask her if she could come to the cabin as soon as possible as she had a few questions and maybe a favor to ask.

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(Her father's pov)

Marcus twirled the lighter colored stake in his hand, unsure of what to do with it. This witch he met with said it could kill an Original vampire, like she knew that his daughter was held captive by one of them. Or perhaps she thought he would like to kill one and their entire vampire sire-line. It would be nice for both kill one and get his daughter back. After they found Lucas in an alley behind a gas station, dead, Marcus knew that the vampire had managed to get the vervain out of her system in order to force her to kill Lucas. The two were decent friends growing up, Marcus was aware of such. He wasn't so heartless as to force his daughter to go through life alone. Some of his best friends he grew up with, so it'd be hypocritical to deny her of that. So he knew she wouldn't willingly kill the boy. She valued relationships too much.

The thought made him glance at the bird perched on his stand Isolde had made for him. She of course wouldn't leave Nyx so suddenly. The reason Marcus hadn't let the bird out is because he didn't want to lose the last thing he had of her. Though he never admitted that out loud.

Snapping from the emotional thoughts, he had an idea. Cutting a decent enough chunk of the stake off, he grabbing a carving knife and began to shape it into an arrowhead for his crossbow. There was no guarantee that he would be able to get close enough to stake an Original, so he needed a backup plan. And he would use the slivers he shaved off to help make an improvised vervain bomb. At least hope that one of the slivers would find its way into the heart of that dreadful creature. For a vampire known for his nobility, he sure had no qualms about snatching Isolde.

Though maybe he could get the hybrid too. After all he'd been killing the Guild since shortly after Isolde's capture. But that was a harder target, one Marcus wouldn't mind dying while trying to kill him.
 
The drive— and journey to get to the hunter’s guild certainly was no easy task— especially after he had parked his car in a obscure enough place for him to return to it in case he needed to. For Elijah had to evade several— if not hundreds of traps once he had entered the territory of the hunters'…den. But for some reason, Elijah had found each and every trap far too simple, far too easy for him to get around. As if someone was allowing him to get through.

Sure, Niklaus was one thing, he always came in loud and boisterous, certainly making a scene wherever he went. But for Elijah, he had to be more careful, less noticed. And once he was inside the main guildhall, he realized something all too peculiar. Of course if his brother truly had disposed of most of the hunters that would make sense, but to have…no one in the hall? Not even one or two hunters?

But perhaps he was the fool. He knew the hunters would be smarter than that. And they simply were observing their prey who happened to so easily waltz onto their hunting grounds. Elijah could feel eyes on him. But he was not here for himself, he was here for Isolde. He closed his eyes briefly, however risky it might have been— and he took an inhale through his nose. He was searching for Isolde’s scent over everyone else’s. And once he found a small, faint trail, is where he began his ascent up the great staircase, unknowingly heading to where Marcus was. He figured for his ability he would hate to admit that he and his brother shared in that regard, always being able to locate others simply by their scent. It was a different thing for a vampire to do, but those concerns did not stay with him long once Elijah reached where the scent of Isolde began to fade off.

Then he scented another. One he was familiar with. The scent was similar to Isolde’s but it smelled more of…anger— no. No— it was hatred and an unsettling amount of rage. It almost made Elijah gasp for air with how strong the scent was. Whereas Isolde’s scent had made the vampire quite happy and relaxed in a way, this scent made him very uncomfortable and understandably so on edge. And he thought it would be easy to get by this suffocating atmosphere until the sound of a low gurgling croak caught his attention. Closing his eyes once more, Elijah had hoped that wherever Nyx was, it wouldn’t be where that dread awful scent was coming from.

But the thing that Elijah could do now was to use his impeccable hearing. He took in the sounds more than the scents of his surroundings now, hoping that would allow him to lay roughly out some room layouts and get an idea on what behind closed doors would look like.

He was able to hear the faint whistle of wind, and figured a window perhaps was nearby in the room. And he could hear the bird moving on its perch but never flying, which meant its wings were probably clipped. He hoped that wouldn’t be the case as rescuing this bird would take much more effort than it already had been. So, Elijah began focusing on who was in that room, and while he was doing so, the presence he had felt earlier had came back in tenfold. Then there was no doubt it then. Behind that very door was Isolde’s father, and Elijah would have no say in what would happen next.
 
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Isolde went into the garage since she hadn't gotten an answer from the witch. She was probably busy doing other things and that just meant Isolde would have to wait to find answers. When she got into the garage she paused at the sight. Blood...her own most likely if last night wasn't a dream. "Great..." she muttered before turning to go and find some cleaning supplies to clean up the mess. Even if it wasn't her own, it still felt like it had to be done.

Eventually she found a mop, a bucket and some cleaning chemicals to use. Filling up the bucket, pouring the necessary liquids, she went back to the garage to clean up the blood. She proceeded to pick up the dagger that laid on the floor, as she did so the image of Elijah bringing her hands to the dagger then the dagger to his chest came through her mind. Dropping the dagger at the sudden image, she let out a small gasp as it almost dropped into her foot. That was one way to snap back into reality.

Once she finished cleaning up, she immediately went to clear her mind with some baking. Hopefully that would keep the thoughts at bay, at least until Elijah came back.
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Marcus got word of someone coming to the Guild. Not by accident, but intent. It was an unknown vehicle, a man dressed too nicely for this area. The Noble One. The thought caused Marcus's body to tighten. The vampire that took his daughter was here, this was his chance. He texted a few people to hide out. He didn't want anymore casualties since the last attack from an Original.

Luckily he managed to finish with the arrowhead, attaching it to an arrow without a tip and loading it into his crossbow that laid beside his chair. Then he sheathed the stake, the bomb was also ready and that was placed on his belt.

Marcus had the remaining scouts update him on where the Original was headed. And it was straight for him...had he hurt Isolde? Was he coming to finish off the family line? A small pang of fear set through his body. "Isolde..." He muttered faintly, causing Nyx to look at Marcus and let out a small 'caw' at the mention of her name. Nyx could have left, but Marcus rarely let him out of the room. He was able to fly, just restricted on where he can go at the moment.

"Quiet bird." He glared at Nyx before standing and raising his crossbow at the door. He was ready for Elijah. At least he hoped he was. He never fought an original before, just hid from the one that was hunting him. But he knew that he wouldn't go without a fight. He let out a deep exhale as he spoke to who he knew was outside that door, "What do you want?"
 
As per Elijah's and the witch's promise with one another, Elijah didn't really expect that the witch would even pick up the phone for Isolde, but perhaps that was for the best...until the jarring sound of a ringtone could be heard as the number that Isolde had dialed before was calling back. It rang almost desperately, as if it was begging Isolde to pick up the phone.

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Elijah, although taking perilous risks, knew that Isolde's father was more than ready to receive him as a guest. And he had to think quickly on what he wanted to do. He needed to get in and out with the least casualties possible. His main concern was getting Nyx out alive and unharmed, and his other concern was to leave Isolde's father alive, no matter what. He knew that this man was important to Isolde, even if it meant that Elijah's own life would always be in danger because of it.

Elijah paused at the door when Marcus called out. What did he want? He was confused, especially since a hunter usually never asked him that before as they always aimed and shot first before asking any questions. Would it be wise to explain that he was here for Nyx, or would that bring harm to the bird? Either way, Elijah couldn't waste any more precious time. That would give time for Marcus to send out his team and either ambush Elijah or send out hunters to track down Isolde.

No longer hesitating at the door, Elijah touched it's handle. He had came prepared wearing gloves this time, in case of any vervain laced surfaces. And surprisingly enough, the door was unlocked. It swung open and Elijah came face to face with the man who Elijah assumed Isolde held dear to her heart. If the dream from earlier was in fact real, then knowing Isolde's father and his hatred towards vampires -- surely the man would come up with a lie that Elijah had compelled Isolde to do everything he wanted. The very thought made him sick, for Elijah never wished to alter emotions with compulsion.

Elijah raised his hands up, clearly showing he had no intent on fighting. "I am here to retrieve Isolde's pet, Nyx." He figured he should be truthful, after weighing the options on his mind, he knew he could not come up with a lie.

Elijah's eyes could not help but wander to the tools at Marcus' disposal. If the man chose to attack, then that bomb Elijah made note of would most definitely hurt Nyx, and Elijah glanced to the bird who had been looking at him curiously. "I can also assure you that I have not brought your daughter any harm," he hoped that Marcus believed him, but he highly doubt it. "So please, let me retrieve the bird and I promise to return Isolde to you unharmed once I am done with my purpose.." And that was his mistake, deep down inside he knew that Isolde probably would not be of much help to him, but he was running out of options and was desperate.

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When the call was picked up, a frantic voice would be able to be heard on the other line. "It-- It's Elijah... I- I can't sense him any longer!"
 
Isolde was in the middle of mixing her batter when her phone rang, and seeing the somewhat familiar number she picked it up. Before she could speak, a voice spoke on the other line. It was frantic. Frowning she stopped what she was doing completely, "What do you mean? He told me he was going into town, shouldn't you be able to sense him?" Then it hit her, he did actually lie. Where was he then? "I...I'm sorry I don't know where he is. Last night..." She trailed off as she didn't actually know if last night was real.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually. I think Elijah compelled me, or something is causing gaps in my memory. All I know is that this morning was awkward and he said he was going into town but I'm assuming that's not the case if you can't sense him." Now she was worried. Why would he lie to her? If their bond truly was turning into something more...how could he lie to her like that? Especially after she's here because of him. He owed her honesty at least, which he gave until this point.
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Marcus didn't shoot the crossbow right away. He knew that he'd have a better chance of finding Isolde if the vampire was alive. He had sent out several people to look for her, but none have reported back. Elijah had to have killed them; he didn't want her found. But Marcus wouldn't give up. Though his gaze softened for a brief moment at the mention of Isolde unharmed, that was good. But why would the vampire care for something as trivial as a bird? That wasn't in their nature. "And what purpose would a vampire have with a hunter other than to kill us? Like your brother has." He stated bluntly. It was clear he had a greater hatred for Niklaus, despite the fact that Elijah literally had his flesh and blood locked away. Perhaps he cared more for the Guild overall than Isolde. But right now, that wasn't the concern here.

"I don't believe you'll let her be unharmed. You vampires are the same. You're all monsters!" he shouted, his grip on the crossbow tightening so much it almost trembled in his hands from how hard he was holding onto it. He should kill the vampire, get rid of the ones turned by his blood. But he needed Isolde to be safe. That was his legacy.

Nyx cocked his head to the side at the mention of Isolde. He was curious, he could sense that Elijah had been near her for quite some time. Though there wasn't her smell of fear, nor did this vampire have the same scent that most of the ones his companion hunted. So, he flew over to land on his shoulder, trusting this vampire. Marcus didn't like that one bit, "Nyx, don't go near that creature!" He scolded the bird, but Nyx let out a low caw in protest. Nyx flew out the open door soon after, though he didn't go far. He needed Elijah to get to Isolde. Her scent was faint due to how long it's been since she's been here. "Fine...so be it." He muttered as one hand reached for the vervain bomb he had hooked on his belt.

"Tell me where Isolde is, or I'll kill you right here right now." He threatened, knowing the bomb would slow the vampire down enough for Marcus to go in for the kill. Perhaps Elijah would recognize the wood that the arrowhead was made from, the white oak was more noticeable than your average wood that hunters used. But whether or not Elijah realized Marcus had to tools necessary to kill him, he was going to do it if the vampire didn't give him what he needed. Then he would go after the others. Someone had to tell him something about his daughter.
 
There was a moment of pause on the other line, and then Isolde would get a response. But perhaps not one she would enjoy. "That is mostly my fault," the woman had sighed. "He told me that you were the one he needed to protect and... I saw the fight that happened across the street, and I especially saw how Elijah took that bite for you," she trailed off, basically saying that she casted a spell-- that if Elijah did attack Isolde due to the werewolf venom, their memory would be wiped in the morning as to prevent any anger between the pair. Anne also mentioned the memory altering was probably why Elijah set off, to find answers. Although he could have just called her like Isolde had. "Knowing him, he probably went for something that would prove his memory real. Is there anything you may have said to him that would cause him to do so?"

With that being said, a wave of memories from the previous night would suddenly crash back into Isolde. The memories were strong, as if she had just lived them moments ago. The feeling of desire came, yet the feeling of wanting it to turn into something more lingered. Then the mention of her pet raven Nyx would come to mind. Surely he would not have gone out to go fetch the bird for her... right?

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Elijah kept his hands up, his eyes soon fixating on the weapon that Isolde's father wielded and the tip of the very conveniently carved arrowhead. He definitely knew that oak color from anywhere. But why and how Marcus had come across it, Elijah was certain he would not find that answer any time soon. It was only when Nyx flew to him, and then outside of the room did Elijah get some relief. He understood the man's frustrations, but knew he would not be able to answer any of them to his liking. "She is safe. I promise to return her to you unharmed," he spoke again to her, but he really wondered if that was the best case. At first, Isolde was hunted down like Elijah, and now that it in fact was believed that she had been compelled by Elijah and captured by him...perhaps she would appreciate the good news in knowing she could return back to the guild if she chooses to do so.

Elijah did not have to remain here any longer. Nyx was out of harm's way, or so he believed. Elijah also knew that provoking the man any further would result in Elijah taking to some more unsavory measures, and he had promised Isolde he would do his very best as to not bring harm to her father. His next course of action was to move by the door, heading out and going to Nyx. But, that was his mistake. Obviously Elijah did not have any plans to hurt Marcus, but that wouldn't mean the same for Marcus hurting Elijah. And so the vervain bomb had been thrown, and Elijah only noticed it much too late. Either way though, he went to shield Nyx from any shrapnel, and was successful. But, once the vervain had sprayed all over his skin, burning what was exposed -- and the shrapnel made out of vervain soaked white oak pierced his body, of course didn't help. He faltered in his step as the bomb itself had dulled his senses and threw him off. He grasped at his chest, gasping and grimacing from the pain. Shit, Elijah thought, looking to Nyx who had been startled by the bomb itself. But no matter, he went and gently scooped Nyx up in both of his hands, calming him down and cradling him with the upmost care. Bright blood was on some of his hands from grasping his chest earlier, and he quickly apologized to Nyx for it, "Stay still," he advised next, but it wasn't like the bird could actually understand him.

Elijah went as fast as the injuries could have let him, and it wasn't until down the staircase did Elijah feel the arrow from Marcus' crossbow pierce his upper left shoulder, barely missing his heart, but pushing the shrapnel that was lodged into his chest further towards it. His ears were ringing and the sounds were muffled around him. He could have sworn he had heard someone shouting to 'get him'. But Elijah proved more sturdy than he originally put out and was able to escape.

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What had seemed like an eternity, it was now much later in the night and the sound of a car drove up to the house again. The car that pulled up was Elijah's. And Isolde, if looking out of the window would see Elijah get out of the car. For why he didn't park the car in the garage would be...strange. And upon meeting Isolde outside, she would be able to see the arrow still lodged in him, his dark grey button down shirt wet with blood, and his hands cradling something. He faltered to the ground, kneeling in front of her. He figured she would begin to chastise him on lying to her, but he would have a good reason to tell her why he went.
 
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Isolde didn't know what to say about why the witch told her. Even more so when the memories flood her mind, a warm feeling now flooded her whole body. Then the memory of just before they fell asleep came to her mind. "Nyx..." She muttered in a small gasp. "He...he wouldn't go straight into a Hunter's Guild, would he?" She stammered as she went to go grab her keys. Her mind wasn't thinking rationally. Maybe she could get to the Guild before him, or maybe she could get there and stop anyone from being harmed. Particularly him, her father, and Nyx. But she paused, letting out a sigh into her phone.

"I know where he went...and I'm afraid of what'll happen to him." She admitted, walking to the window that gave her the best vantage point of the entrance. "My father is a very determined man, he'll do as much harm to Elijah as he can. Simply because he's a vampire." She explained briefly to the witch on the other end of the line.
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Marcus frowned at the insistence that Isolde would remain unharmed. He didn't believe it. He just couldn't believe that a vampire could go out of its nature to keep her safe. "Liar!" He shouted moments before he threw the bomb at Elijah. Just because the vampire wouldn't hurt him, doesn't mean he would do the same.

That was another thing that threw him off, why was he not attacking? Perhaps the noble one didn't like to get his hands dirty. Of course. That would make a lot more sense now. He didn't have anyone to do the killing...or maybe he wanted to kill Isolde right in front of him like when her mother died. Anything but what Elijah was saying was going through his mind. A vampire couldn't care for a human in such a manner! They literally were undead creatures, they weren't supposed to feel anything but thirst for human blood.

Marcus took a few shrapnel pieces to the chest, but he had on some sort of armor that prevented the pieces from piercing his skin. Though the same couldn't be said about Elijah. Marcus tossed aside the crossbow and reached for the stake that laid ready for use, going in for the kill. But the vampire was faster than he anticipated, already going down the stairs. "Shit..." he muttered as he quickly went back for the crossbow, aiming it for his heart but his hands trembled from the adrenaline and when he fired the arrow it hit near but not quite the heart itself. "Get the vampire!" He shouted, knowing there were a few other hunters nearby to assist. But they couldn't come in time, Elijah was already out and driving off.

He let out a sharp yell in frustration, throwing the crossbow back into his room. "Stupid witch said it would work." He muttered, slamming his door behind him and settling on his desk. "Liars. All of you." He never believed vampires, since he was born and even more so when Isolde's mother died to one of those horrific creatures.

A flashback flooded his mind of that evening. They were having a few guests over, a few friends of Isolde's mother. Marcus hadn't checked them like he usually did. Marianne, Isolde's mother, had seemed to trust these people. But that trust had been very short-lived. When Marcus had his back turned to the people, they attacked Marianne. One of them tore into her neck with his teeth, the other held Marcus and forced him to watch. The third took Isolde out of room as a sort of mercy to the girl. Compelled her to not remember the people who were there that night. But he forced the further thoughts away. He really hated to remember that night. Instead of dwelling on that night, he instead went to figure out how to find his daughter.
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Isolde was pacing back and forth, waiting for Elijah, hoping he would be back soon and unharmed. She remained there until he got back, eventually she hung up the phone with the witch, leaving herself to the memories of last night, confirming that was indeed real. And now she longed for his touch again. To feel him in such an intimate way that she never would've thought she'd even imagine wanting.

It wasn't until she saw his car pull up in front of the house that she sent a text to the witch that he was here. Though she was sure the witch had sensed it when he reached the threshold that was set up.

Then she immediately ran outside to meet him. "Elijah!" She shouted as she made her way to him. Frowning at his current state her expression softened. "What....what happened?" She murmured, crouching down in front of him. She tried to see what he was holding but her eyes were focused on the arrow lodged in his shoulder. It was dangerously close to the heart. That was her father's doing. Or another hunter. She never knew her father to miss a shot. "Gods Elijah, why did you go over there? Without me nonetheless! Whatever you needed from there I could've gotten for you. This was reckless!" Though her tone was clearly meant to come off as a scold, there was worry laced heavily within. Obviously, she didn't understand the worry of the arrow being close to his heart, after all you couldn't kill an original....right?
 
Elijah had been panting, trying to catch his breath. His wounds would not heal, not with that kind of shrapnel in his skin. He listened to Isolde scold him but he couldn’t help but hear worry laced within. It made his almost dead heart skip a beat— or perhaps it was because of that piece of shrapnel that was too close to his heart that he should be more worried about.

As he caught his breath, he felt Nyx shift in his hands. “I-I’m truly sorry for lying to you but…and I know I could have been more sensible in my actions,” he began and looked down, bringing his hands up for Isolde to see. “But I was only reckless because I had to protect him,” he continued and opened his hands out, letting Nyx stretch his wings. Elijah had taken specific care to not crush or harm the bird.

He looked back up to Isolde after Nyx had flew to perch on the car and he felt faint. “Isolde, I’m going to be straightforward with you. Your father he— he knows how to kill me. I’m not sure on how he acquired it but— a dagger made out of white oak..that’s the only thing that can end my life and—“ he made a pained expression. “Ju-just get me to the house..” he asked of her. She would have to first remove the arrow lodged in his shoulder. It was a miracle in itself that he hadn’t lodged it further as he had been driving.
 
Isolde let out a small gasp at the sight of her companion. "Nyx!" She cried out, holding her arm for the bird to fly up to it. She let him nudge his head against her cheek for a moment before he flew over to perch on the car. Her gaze shifted back to Elijah and the arrow that remained lodged deeply into his shoulder. "Elijah...you shouldn't have risked yourself like that...but I really appreciate you bringing him to me. Despite how stupid that was and if you weren't hurt, I'd do it myself" She was only partially joking.

She wasn't quite sure what to do with the information that her father had the means to kill an original. Nor the fact that he actually tried to kill Elijah without first learning where Isolde was. But that was a separate issue, right now she had to focus on getting Elijah inside safely. But in order to do that she had to pull that arrow out, if it was made from the wood that could very much kill him, it had to be removed as it was too close to his heart. How he didn't lodge it further while driving was beyond her, but she couldn't focus on that either.

"Okay..." She exhaled as she went to grab the arrow from behind him. She'd never done this to someone, treated wounds, sure. But never pulled an actual arrow out of someone. "I'll pull it on three...one...two...three!" Pulling the arrow straight out on the final number she tossed it aside before going to bring an arm over her shoulder. "Work with me here..." She muttered as she lifted him up to the best of her ability. She had her normal strength compared to when they first met so it was a little easier to carry a person. But with the soreness her body felt from last night...it still wasn't completely there.

She was tempted to mention that she remembered and knew why she couldn't but perhaps it wasn't the best timing. Eventually they would make their way inside and she would take him to the living room. If there were any other pieces inside of him, the stairs certainly wouldn't be any easier. "Is there anything else of that wood I need to get?" She wanted to make sure he was okay. Nyx flew in through the open door shortly after and perched on the armrest of one of the sofas, tilting his head as if he was curious.
 
When Isolde had counted to three and practically yanked the arrow of of his flesh, Elijah couldn’t help but give out a pained yell, grimacing and leaning forward— breathing heavily and trying to keep himself from just…lashing out in pain. It was only when he had helped from her to walk inside, did he feel like he was about to pass out.

Werewolf venom was one thing, but pieces of the white oak stake in his flesh? Every movement of his body caused him pain. And laying back on the couch certainly wasn’t ideal but he had no other choice. He hated that his blood was getting everywhere— but with each breath he took, the pieces of oak reminded him he was in very grave danger.. “Shit—“ he cursed lightly, looking to her when she asked.

“You..you remember your vervain laced dagger?” He asked her— and that’s when Isolde would realize. When the memories had flooded back to her, of course they would have flooded back to Elijah as well. But for now, Elijah’s grimacing face would be enough to bring her back to reality. “You need it..to—to dig out these pieces-“ he gasped in pain, and laid his head back on the couch. “One—one is lodged..by my heart,” he explained and the ‘holes’ of where the wood had lodged itself in his flesh was clearly seen. Her father must have used a vervain bomb, clearly from the way his skin had been burned as well.
 
Isolde nodded, brief images flashed through her mind before she pushed them away. Now was not the time to have those thoughts. Especially with him in such danger. "Be right back." She said before she went to grab the dagger, she realized she hadn't taken it out of the garage when she cleaned so it was still there when she went to go grab it.

She came back with both a dagger and a pair of scissors to cut the shirt he was wearing. It wouldn't help to tear it, or at least she thought it would. Her mind was scattered knowing he was so close to death. "Okay..." She muttered, mostly to herself as she cut down the center of his shirt to open it up. She could see the different places where pieces had managed to get through. And the way his skin was...burned, she knew her father used pieces in a vervain bomb. Gods he really wanted Elijah dead.

"You really provoked my father, didn't you?" It was more a rhetorical question, as she clearly knew the answer. It was also to give herself a distraction from the fact that she was about to dig into his skin and pull out pieces from a wood that can kill him. Her first focus was the one close to his heart. She gently sunk the dagger into the hole it went through. She knew enough of human anatomy to avoid the heart, after all, all vampires were human at some point. But with how close the piece was, the dagger was even closer. "This is not going to feel good at all....I'm sorry...." She apologized as she had to also use the dagger to open up the hole even more so that she could get it out easier.
 
By this point, Elijah had begun to sweat. His vision was a bit blurry while he watched Isolde leave— and then return with scissors and her dagger. When she cut his shirt open, he didn’t really care how she would get the pieces out, just as long as she did. He knew he would heal after.

At her rhetorical question, Elijah couldn’t help but give out a pained laugh. “He—he wanted to know where you were,” he began, bracing himself up for the pain that would follow. And as she sunk the dagger into his flesh, he let out a shuddering breath while he cursed more from the pain. “God fucking damn it…!” He gritted his teeth, his fangs were out, most likely as an instinct, not because he wanted to cause harm to her. His hands dug into the couch as the dagger burned his flesh, cauterizing the open wound and yet causing it to bleed all the more at the same time.

He continued to give out shuddering gasps as she dug the dagger further, and he tried to continue to talk while she worked, mostly a distraction for himself more than anything. “I—I told him that you…you were—“ he grimaced again, shutting his eyes tightly. “Safe—“ he trusted Isolde would get it out. He knew what he had done had been reckless but…even after the memories had come back to him, retrieving Nyx was something he knew he would have wanted to do regardless if the memories hadn’t returned.
 
Isolde flinched at the way he cursed, feeling bad that she was causing him more pain. But it was either this or death, so it wasn't so bad...when you compare the options. Though at his words she couldn't help but huff. "I'm sure he believed you." Cutting a piece of his shirt she placed it around the wound where blood kept coming out. This really was not her ideal night.

"It would appear you got even more so on his bad side I'm afraid. He doesn't like it when vampires escape him. I'm sure he hates you even more than he did before. It's actually possible." She joked, trying to keep some sort of light into the situation. Mostly as a distraction to them both. At the sight of his fangs she was half-tempted to offer her wrist but she was using both hands at the moment to make sure he wasn't bleeding everywhere and that she could actually get the little piece out.

After much struggle, she managed to get it out. Slowly lifting the dagger out she grabbed the wood piece with her fingers and completely retracting the dagger. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was even holding. "Gods that was terrifying....the scariest one is out of the way though." She acknowledged, turning to him with a small smile. "Do you...need a break before I go for the rest?" She asked, wanting to make sure she didn't push him too far with the pain he must be going through.
 
Elijah appreciated her efforts to keep him grounded while she worked to pull the pieces from him. As his moans of pain were certainly not pleasant to hear— even though they were still moans. His breath was shaky once more, and as his chest rose up and down she would notice he was trembling ever so slightly.

While Isolde removed the piece of wood from where it had been lodged near his heart, Elijah suddenly reached up and grasped her arm with his hands. He looked at her intently as she removed it, soon letting go of her arms once it was removed. The pain he had felt was dissipating but remnants were lingering still. He steadied his breathing, but the wound where she pulled it from was still bleeding, despite her efforts.

When she had asked about a break he shook his head. “No—“ he said somewhat firmly, “please..help me.. remove them,” he begged. He laid there still, leaving himself in her more than capable hands. He took deep breaths as he steadied out and closed his eyes while she removed the last few. The dagger that cut and burned his flesh all at once was actually the worst part besides on how the first one felt. He had grimaced and cursed a few more times before she was finally done. Seeing her drop the pieces onto a small white tissue, he looked back up at her face. “I-I’m sorry that I keep worrying you,” he apologized softly, he wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew it was more than her blood he was attracted to.
 
Isolde kept her focus on removing the pieces, occasionally glancing at his face to make sure he was okay. She just kept telling herself that if she didn't, he would continue to be in pain. And despite that little voice telling her to finish what her father started, she ignored it. It grew quieter each day she spent with Elijah, like he was in a way reprogramming her way of thinking. But of course it had to do with the fact that maybe...just maybe...she was actually starting to feel something more for him. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud. Not yet at least.

As she finished removing the pieces, she felt herself relax a bit more knowing that was over and done with. Obviously it was worse for Elijah. Glancing around she noticed Nyx had eventually left, the bird was probably making himself comfortable in her room. Most likely making himself a makeshift nest while he's up there. She turned back to Elijah, left out a soft sigh at his apology. "Just...don't lie to me next time please. Both me and your witch friend were worried..." she gave a soft hit to his shoulder as she spoke again, "And don't be going into dangerous situations like that! You should know my family's reputation well enough to know that you're lucky he missed that shot with the arrow."


"But I'm grateful regardless.." She added, looking down at the dagger in her hands. Fiddling with it for a moment, she then brought the dagger to slice open a small wound on her wrist. Making sure she didn't hit anything major as she offered it to him. "Here...it'll help more with the recovery than the synthetic blood will." She muttered, "though I might burn a little since the dagger is laced with vervain..." she mentioned. At least the vervain would stop him from drinking too much. Not that she was too worried about that, considering last night.
 
Elijah was finally getting ahold of his senses, his vision was clearing up and his body was slowly healing, despite not having any blood since last night. He looked to Isolde when she chided him on not doing that again, and he grunted slightly when she gave a soft hit to his shoulder. He grasped at it with his hand, obviously still weak from his previous situation. A weak vampire in front of her and her father would have ordered Isolde to finish the job.

He had offered her a weak smile, his eyes gazing at her, showing something other than his usual unreadable expression. “Thank you,” he began, his voice was gentle and warm. “And—I promise I will take every precaution from here on out. It should be I protecting and helping you…instead…you’ve done more for me than anyone else would have,” he admitted.

He was taken a bit back by her sudden cut, and he watched the blood bubble up to the surface slowly. The dark veins that usually appeared underneath his eyes almost as if on instinct — didn’t show this time. At least, if they did, they were very faint. Perhaps due to his current state— either way he gently took her wrist in his hands as she offered it to him, and tenderly brought it to his lips. Gripping her wrist lightly in his hands as his mouth sucked on her cut, drinking her blood slowly and gently while closing his eyes. Elijah took care not to bite down on her and go further, but he did pull back after a few brief moments, licking the wound with his tongue and causing it to heal.

He sighed softly and leaned back, and Isolde would see the color return to his face, and his wounds begin to heal. His breathing steadying out and reaching what a vampire would consider normal.

Elijah hadn’t cared that her blood stung a little on his lips— he had been forever grateful to have a human companion like Isolde. Even though he hadn’t directly asked for anything, she clearly was more than willing. A normal vampire would use that to his advantage but Elijah wouldn’t outrightly ask or even consider going for more blood from her. He would have been just fine drinking his synthetic blood and healing from that.
 
Isolde couldn't tell what she saw in his gaze, but there was something when she brought her eyes to his. She couldn't help but smile at his words, "You can't take all the fun from me! If you're doing all the protecting and helping, what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit here and look pretty!" She pouted jokingly. Though that demeanor shifted as he took her wrist to his lips, specifically the cut she made to drink from it.

Memories of him biting into her and drinking from her flooded her mind and that feeling...no, that desire came back. Her heart started to race ever so slightly at the thoughts. She shoved them away as much as she could once he licked the wound to heal it. She didn't pull her wrist back right away, as if...expecting an actual bite...but when she realized it lingered she jerked it back with her face becoming flushed.

Then another thought came into her mind, her baking! "Ah shit..." she muttered, standing up and rushing back into the kitchen. She almost tripped over the sofa as she practically ran, catching herself before she actually fell, "I'm okay!" She shouted as she gave a quick glance to Elijah. Granted she hadn't started actually baking anything but the oven was on and the kitchen was unnecessarily hot now. She turned it off before sticking her batter in the fridge. Peering out towards the living room she let out a huff, "I was baking before I learned where you were, forgot about the oven!" She explained before dipping back in to put things away. The vampire certainly had an away of inserting himself into most if not all of her thoughts.
 
Elijah hasn’t been expecting Isolde to suddenly jerk back her hand, and he too has become embarrassed even if he hadn’t actually done anything to warrant so. But like Isolde, he had thought back to that night, and he knew they both remembered now. The feeling of each other in close proximity— the scent of Isolde’s skin while he had littered her neck with kisses and bites—

Elijah was suddenly distracted the moment Isolde exclaimed out of nowhere— but when she finally peeked her head back into the kitchen and explained herself. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sheepish at this point. “Ah—well.. I’m..sorry?” He questioned but shook his head once she went back out of view.

He then looked to the stairs and figured he should go to his room. He stood up but preemptively sat himself back down. The room was spinning and there was no way he would be making it to his room without some help. But he figured Isolde was busy and when she’d return he would ask her if she could fetch one of his synthetic bags.
 
Isolde came back once she put her things away, chuckling at his apology. "It's not your fault. Well...I guess it is but at least nothing was in the oven baking." She shrugged, sitting beside him. Her gaze lingered on the open shirt, the way his blood surrounded where the wounds were healing. The vervain slowed the process down but they were getting better.

"I can...dress the wounds if you'd like." She gave a quick glance to the stairs before looking back at Elijah. Though the question about one of his blood backs made her tilt her head. Was her own blood not enough? She thought human blood would help more but maybe she was wrong...wait why did that matter? Anyways she would agree and go to get one regardless of the question in her mind. Maybe if she'd let him drink from her like before...no. As much as that desire lingering in her mind and body, this certainly could not be the time.

She would come back with one of the blood bags, handing it to him as she sat back down. She'd make a note to clean up the blood from the couch. Why was she so concerned with keeping things clean here all of a sudden? Not like this was her permanent place of residence...it was temporary...right. That hit her like a rock. It was their deal after all...she'd help him and then she'd be able to go back to the Guild. But she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore...especially now that she had Nyx with her. A lot of things were going through her mind and she wasn't sure how to answer them all. It was frustrating.
 
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Elijah had requested a blood bag in place of Isolde's blood because he knew full well if he had continued to feed off of Isolde, he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop himself this time. He was afraid of hurting her and causing too much blood loss, especially on top of everything from last night -- he knew she would have to take some time and recover first, if anything.

When she had mentioned that she could dress the wounds if he'd like, he shook his head gently at her. "No- I will be alright, they will heal," he murmured out to her, his eyes falling on the bag in his hands. He wondered if he should switch to normal blood now, considering that he had already indulged on Isolde's-- synthetic blood would not be sufficient anymore. Elijah would be able to hear what Niklaus would say regarding this matter, taunting at him for even trying the synthetic blood, telling that one could not deny their very nature. To be a bloodthirsty creature was in the Mikaelson line.

And so, he began to drink from the bag, but slowly at first. Perhaps it was the way it tasted on his tongue, or felt in his stomach -- Elijah, appearing to Isolde would seem that the blood he was ingesting was either bad, or his body was rejecting it. Thankfully he had only ingested a little, and some sputtered up and out of his mouth, but he used his hand to wipe what did. "Shit," he cursed lightly. He wasn't sure what was wrong, or why all of a sudden the synthetic blood was not working for him anymore.
 
Isolde nodded at him denying her dressing the wounds. "Okay." She shrugged. It made sense, sometimes she forgot vampires healed easier than humans did. Though she tended to forget more when she was around Elijah than anyone else. Maybe it was because he didn't act like the normal vampires she encountered.

She frowned at the way he seemed to dislike the blood. Perhaps the taste or just the whole thing all together. Can synthetic blood go bad? She had no idea why he didn't seem to enjoy the blood that he had been feeding off of for however long he had been. It wasn't until he spit some of it back out that she spoke, "Is everything okay?" She asked as she stood up to go to the kitchen, "Let me grab some napkins to clean it up." She said before going to grab a few paper napkins and coming back, handing them to him. "Here."

"What's wrong with the blood? Can it go bad?" She asked them right after the other, pausing to let him answer. If he even had the answer. Maybe...she knew the answer herself. Or the timing was just coincidental. But this only happened after he drank her blood, before last night he never had a problem with synthetic blood as far as she was aware. "Is it...because you've drunk human blood after a long time that your body is rejecting the synthetic blood?" She was hesitant in asking the question, maybe afraid for her wellbeing since she's the only human within an easier grasp. But she wasn't, at least not as much as she should be. She trusted Elijah, last night was a way of showing that. If that was the case, that his body rejected the synthetic blood since the taste of her blood, she wouldn't necessarily mind giving him a taste every now and then. Considering he had restraint to not take more than what he needed. Unless that was going to change too, but right now she trusted him.
 
Elijah had not fully heard what Isolde had said to him, for his gaze was fixated on the blood that was smeared across his fingers. A slight ringing in his ears ensued as she brought him back to reality and offered him the napkins she had grabbed from the kitchen. He took them and wiped both his mouth and hands rather slowly, seemingly lost in thought. Normally, he would have had a handkerchief in one of his suit pockets to wipe excess blood off, but clearly he wasn't in a suit, and had been once again in a tattered dress shirt. No amount of dry cleaning would fix that problem.

When she asked the myriad of questions, he looked to her. A state of confusion crossing his eyes as he tried searching for answers in her own. He was utterly perplexed and wasn't quite sure on how to respond. "I--" he began, furrowing his brow as he couldn't quite place on why the blood was no longer sufficing. "I'm not sure... I usually have no issue going back," he admitted and set the bag down on the coffee table in front of the couch. His hand came up and he touched at his chin, his fingers moving over his lips slowly while he trained his eyes on the bag before him.

He then glanced to Isolde. “Your blood however… has not caused me any sort of discomfort,” he told her truthfully but she would already know that. He leans back against the couch more, “But— if I’m able to get my hands on actual human blood bags, perhaps I can test a theory,” he adds, but he wasn’t going to ask Isolde for anymore blood than he needed.
 
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