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asiwillcarrymyregretWhen Elijah woke in the morning, Allison's soft breath and quiet heartbeat were the only way reason he knew she was alive. She was far too pale after the night before, and nowhere near as warm as she ought to be...he'd taken far too much of her blood, and he quietly cursed himself for not giving her his blood sooner.
Satisfied she wasn't in any immediate danger, Elijah resolved to let her sleep longer as he slid out of bed and showered as quietly as possible. Dressing in slacks, a v-neck t-shirt, and a blazer, Elijah emerged from the bathroom and stopped, watching Allison as she continued to sleep. She was too still, too quiet...but there was still some pink in her cheeks, and in repose she looked so innocent, so childlike that it drew him to the bed again to touch those raven waves, to smooth a soft frown from her brow with a kiss, running his fingers through her hair until she was at rest again.
I will kill the next man who lays his hands on you.
The ferocity of feeling behind the thought took him by surprise. He blinked a little as he stared down at her, but the swell of warmth and violence in his chest went unabated.
It lingered as he slipped out of his room, lost in thought...only to witness Klaus slipping out of Lydia's, his feet bare and shirt in his hand.
"Niklaus?..."
Klaus froze, turning sharply to glare at Elijah...until he saw his brother's nostrils flare, and a slow, smug grin spread across his face.
"How was she, then?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Who?"
"Your pet hunter."
Elijah regarded him calmly, then raised an eyebrow of his own. "I could ask you the same thing about your pet banshee."
Klaus's eyes flashed, but it was no use: there was a light there Elijah hadn't seen in centuries, a looseness in his limbs and a softness in his expression that gave him such hope it nearly dwarfed his own lingering glow of a man well loved.
"Mind yourself, brother." Klaus warned, pointing at Elijah accusingly, failing to hide a smile as Elijah advanced. "I'm quite fond of my pet banshee. Fond as you are of your hunter."
When Elijah reached his side, Klaus impulsively threw an arm across Elijah's shoulders, and in spite of himself, Elijah grinned.
"Shall we make breakfast for our pets? Girls have got to eat, yeah?"
This was a dream. A good dream, beyond imagining. Still smiling, Elijah let Klaus lead him towards the stairs to head for the kitchen.
"I imagine they do...after the banquet I enjoyed last night." he replied hesitantly.
Klaus answered with a laugh of surprise as the brothers headed downstairs as one.
Satisfied she wasn't in any immediate danger, Elijah resolved to let her sleep longer as he slid out of bed and showered as quietly as possible. Dressing in slacks, a v-neck t-shirt, and a blazer, Elijah emerged from the bathroom and stopped, watching Allison as she continued to sleep. She was too still, too quiet...but there was still some pink in her cheeks, and in repose she looked so innocent, so childlike that it drew him to the bed again to touch those raven waves, to smooth a soft frown from her brow with a kiss, running his fingers through her hair until she was at rest again.
I will kill the next man who lays his hands on you.
The ferocity of feeling behind the thought took him by surprise. He blinked a little as he stared down at her, but the swell of warmth and violence in his chest went unabated.
It lingered as he slipped out of his room, lost in thought...only to witness Klaus slipping out of Lydia's, his feet bare and shirt in his hand.
"Niklaus?..."
Klaus froze, turning sharply to glare at Elijah...until he saw his brother's nostrils flare, and a slow, smug grin spread across his face.
"How was she, then?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Who?"
"Your pet hunter."
Elijah regarded him calmly, then raised an eyebrow of his own. "I could ask you the same thing about your pet banshee."
Klaus's eyes flashed, but it was no use: there was a light there Elijah hadn't seen in centuries, a looseness in his limbs and a softness in his expression that gave him such hope it nearly dwarfed his own lingering glow of a man well loved.
"Mind yourself, brother." Klaus warned, pointing at Elijah accusingly, failing to hide a smile as Elijah advanced. "I'm quite fond of my pet banshee. Fond as you are of your hunter."
When Elijah reached his side, Klaus impulsively threw an arm across Elijah's shoulders, and in spite of himself, Elijah grinned.
"Shall we make breakfast for our pets? Girls have got to eat, yeah?"
This was a dream. A good dream, beyond imagining. Still smiling, Elijah let Klaus lead him towards the stairs to head for the kitchen.
"I imagine they do...after the banquet I enjoyed last night." he replied hesitantly.
Klaus answered with a laugh of surprise as the brothers headed downstairs as one.
