Drapetomania

Sinners and Saints

Elijah stood standing in front of Davina and Bellamy. His skin grey, the veins under his eyes appearing and disappearing. He was hungry and the sounds of the witches' heart beats wasn't helping at all. Yet, he stands straight and elegantly as if he didn't want to rip into their necks and suck them dry.

"You're the one they call honourable." Davina began carefully in an attempt to not set off the clearly starving Original.

"They didn't mention you being so handsome." Bellamy mumbled under his breath, knowing the Original would hear him. He sended a cheeky wink Elijah's way when Elijah smirked at him and not so subtly checked Bellamy out.

"And they also say that you keep your promises, is that right?" Bellamy asked after coming back to his senses and getting to the matter at hand.

"Yes. That's what they call me and what they're saying is true. And yet I followed my brother here to New Orleans to engage in a war. So, I ask you... does that sound honourable to you?" Elijah questioned with a small smile.

"You don't look well." The Claire remarked instead of answering his question. 

"Well, only this morning I had a mystical dagger embedded in my chest. So, I'd say I'm holding myself together quite well. Davina, Bellamy, I believe that us three have the power to end the war between witches and vampires before it truly begins. I, by keeping my brother in line. You two, by behaving as your true self, not some tools for Marcel or the witches." He offers.

"Why should we trust you? You could be lying to us and yes, you may be honourable but like in magic there are loopholes in vows and words. So how do we know we can truly trust you?" Bellamy interrogated him.

"Well, for one thing, despite of my ravenous hunger, I have not tried to take your blood." He calmly argued.

"And why not? We're the only ones here." Davina chimed in shrugging.

"Even in my present condition, I would not fed from a child." Elijah told them, disgusted at the thought.

Bellamy decided to test him and walked over to Elijah and held out his arm. Davina looked worriedly at him but the De Luca ignored her and stared into Elijah's eyes, fully putting his trust into a vampire he didn't know much about. Said vampire was staring into Bell's eyes also, mouth agape, shocked by the bravery the witch was currently showing.

"Well, for one we are 17 almost 18 so we're old enough to not be called children and two you should feed, Elijah. A conversation is much more enjoyable on a full stomach." Bellamy teases with a boyish smile on his face.

Elijah, after getting lost into the boy's eyes, brang Bellamy's arm to his mouth and sank his fangs in it. Bellamy winced a bit, when he felt his blood slowly leave him, but quickly steeled his face to not show his pain. Ten seconds or so later Elijah finally let go of the boy's arm with a delighted gasp as his skin regained colour. The Mikaelson grabbed a handkerchief and wrapped it around Bellamy's bite wound.

"I sincerely thank you, Bellamy." Elijah thanked him and kissed the back of his hand as a sign of gratitude.

Bellamy felt the air leave his lungs at the original's action. He quickly regained himself, shot Elijah a sheepish smile and moved to sit down at his vanity, wanting to comb the glass out of his hair while Davina was already busy drawing.

Elijah walked around the cozy attic and picked up Tim's broken violin, examining it.

"Do either of you play?" He asked curiously.

"I do. But it's from a friend of ours." Bellamy trailed off a sad smile present on his face.

Elijah sat on a chair and examined it until he, and the two witches, heard someone coming up. Elijah managed to find a hiding spot, thanks to his vamp speed and the two others made themselve look busy.