Forewarned | Elijah Mikaelson

Tease

"Aha!" Cordelia yelled with triumph. Two weeks they'd been working on this spell and for two weeks they've hit wall after wall.
Currently, Delia had just broken down yet another wall as she caused the enchanted opal in the middle of the salt ring to crack. They were testing with small enchanted objects on a smaller scale, as the real spell would take too much power for one person to manage.
"Did I hear an 'Aha'?" Freya asked, entering the room.
"You certainly did!" Delia responded and held up the cracked gemstone.
"Does this mean we can do it on a larger scale? Meaning, maybe my beloved aunt." Freya inquired, clearly sarcastic about the 'beloved' part.
Rolling her eyes, Delia said, "Almost. We just need a few more ingredients for the circle. You know, to make sure we don't annihilate the entire city of New Orleans. It's going to take a lot of power to put your aunt down."
"Luckily we have two fabulous witches who can't die." Said a voice from the doorway. It was Rebekah.
"Not for lack of trying." Delia muttered under her breath.
Rebekah shot her a look.
"What?" She asked. "Well it's not like I try anymore."
"So what do we need?" Freya asked, getting the conversation back on track.
"Sage, more salt- especially for a circle that big-, mugwort, and camphor." Delia read from her grimoire.
"Great! I love a girls trip to the Quarter." Rebekah quipped. "Let's go!"
Delia exchanged glances with Freya and shrugged. She missed Rebekah, and if this was how they were going to hang out, by slaying an evil Mikaelson, then so be it.
"So, you bored Beks?" She questioned, deciding to tease her as she reached for her blazer and followed the sisters. "Or did you really miss me enough to go sort through herbs in a dusty witch shop?"
"One hint," Rebekah started as she walked down the stairs. "It's not the latter."
Delia laughed as Rebekah denied missing her, knowing full well that was the opposite of the truth. They walked past the parlor and saw Klaus and Elijah reading in separate arm chairs.
"We're going to some dusty witch shop to sort through countless poisonous herbs," Rebekah said as she poked her head in the room. "Don't wait up."
"Are we sure it's safe to release the abominable witch hybrid on the city?" Klaus smirked, not even glancing up from his book.
"You almost tear down the city one time..." Delia responded lightly as she leaned her hip against the archway. She was quite used to Klaus's teasing, it came with the territory when she was dating his brother.
"I'm just saying if it weren't for that ring, you'd be a ticking time bomb. Say, where did that ring come from again?" Klaus was now looking at her, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"I don't know, ask your brother." She said in an annoyed tone.
"Funny," Elijah said, continuing to read his book. "That wasn't the attitude you had when I gave you the ring."
She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing he was baiting her. Two can play at that game.
"And I seem to remember someone devoting his love to me. What's the matter sweetheart, memory going fuzzy in your old age?"
"On the contrary, I remember everything from that night, darling." Elijah glanced up from his book and made eye contact with her. They both smiled, they're memories floating back to the night they got engaged.
"Alright. You two are officially sickening." Rebekah announced, walking over to grab Delia's wrist and pull her towards the gates.
Delia laughed loudly, throwing her head back, and followed the original. She could feel Elijah's eyes on her as she walked away, making her feel a strange mixture of comfort and triumph.
It had been two frizz filled weeks of her attempting to crack the spell with Freya, and in those two weeks she and Elijah had been flirting, openly. At first it was just her, as she liked to mess with him. But soon he caught on, and meddled right back. They were shameless too, making all of his siblings either confused or uncomfortable. Neither of them cared though, they were having too much fun being in each other's company again.
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Delia sighed and wandered into the library. Spotting Esther's grimoires on the shelf, she decided now was as good a time as any to look through them for help. Either for defeating Dalia, or for her own curse.
Freya had to leave as Klaus requested her help with some werewolf business, and there wasn't much point in continuing the trial spells without her.
She pulled one of the many grimoires off the shelf and proceeded to sit on the loveseat. It felt wrong, reading the spells of the woman who cursed her. But here she was, and she wasn't about to back down now. She had just made it through about a third of the book when she heard someone enter the room. Looking up she saw Hayley, carrying Hope.
"Oh, hi." Hayley said, evidently not expecting to see her.
"Hello." Delia said with a smile.
"Have you seen Klaus? It's just his turn to take Hope for the night." Hayley questioned, gesturing to the child in her arms.
"I think he's still out with Freya." Delia responded.
"Ah." Hayley said and turned to exit the room, but then stopped, rethought it, and turned back to face the hybrid. "I-um. I just wanted to say thank you. Everything you're doing with the spell and Dalia. I know you have a history of protecting the Mikaelsons and, I'm just grateful you're helping keep my daughter safe."
"Well she is the next generation of the Mikealsons, God help her." Delia chuckled and set aside the grimoire as Hope began to fuss.
"Oh- honey- um. Can you take her? Just for a moment so I can get her bottle."
"Of course." Delia smiled and stood to take the baby from Hayley's hands. As she took Hope, her cries grew louder. "Oh, shhhh." She said and began to hum an old Italian lullaby she'd learned as a child. As she did, she sat back down on the luv seat and put Hope in her lap.
Hope was beginning to calm, but Cordelia knew just what would do the trick. She positioned her hand in front of Hope's face and rubbed her two fingers together, creating sort of a glitter- like vapor in the air. It mesmerized the baby just as Hayley found the bottle and looked up to see what Cordelia was doing.
"Woah!" She said in slight awe. "You know, most witches are annoying, but you're kind of cool." She reached out and Delia handed Hope back to her.
"Oh no, most witches are annoying. I can attest to that." Cordelia agreed with the wolf. "Even when I was human I didn't like them; so stuck up."
They both laughed and then silence fell on them again.
"You know Hayley," Delia said. "You thanked me before but I should really thank you. You've entrusted me with the safety of your child and I don't take that trust lightly."
Hayley laughed lightly and said, "You sound just like him."
"Who?" The witch questioned.
"Elijah. You complement each other. I can see why you two fell in love."
Cordelia chuckled humorlessly.
"Once upon a long ago." She said in a slightly resentful tone. "But that chance at love was taken from me. Again, by annoying witches."
"Well you're here now. Don't waste it." Hayley said. And with that, she left the room.
Cordelia pondered these words. She was here now. And now, she didn't have to worry about hurting him. Why was she wasting it? Sure, they flirted back and forth, which felt amazing to be able to do again, but there were other amazing things she wanted to feel again with him.
Feeling rejuvenated, she marked the page and then put Esther's grimoire back on it's shelf. She exited the room and walked toward her own, down the hall. As she did, who should exit his room but Elijah himself. They exchange a lustful gaze as they pass each other.
Just as she reaches the other side of him she hears, "Those jeans work for you, you know."
She stopped in her tracks, feeling inspired by her conversation with Hayley earlier.
"Yeah?"
Hearing her stop he turns to face her, just as she does the same.
"They work for me too." And he looked her over.
There was no doubt about it, they were on the same page. She vamp sped forward stopping just in front of him. Without thinking, she reached up and kissed him passionately. Almost as if muscle memory kicked in, he mimicked her actions. Kissing back harder, if possible.
She pushed him back against the wall and reached further on her tiptoes, somehow wishing she could melt into him. He began to take off her jacket. He wasn't even aware he was doing it. It was just as if the clothes were stopping them from truly connecting. She copied his movements and began to unbutton the top of his shirt.
Knowing they couldn't stay in the hallway he lifted her up, hands grasping her thighs, and sped her into his room. They never broke contact. Their lips just melded perfectly with one another. It was like if they stopped, broke contact, reality would close back in and they'd wake up separate from each other again. After so long apart they each found it hard to believe they were in this situation again. They refused to stop, to separate, just in case this was all one perfectly wonderful dream and they had to wake up soon.
But it wasn't. He was here, and so was she. And they had a lot of lost time to make up for.

(Long one guys, sorry! But I hope you enjoyed it! I'm glad people are reading it and liking it!!)