𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐀 ⚜️ E.MIKAELSON

[ The Names ]

CHAPTER 29
[ New Orleans, 2011 ]

The next morning, Elijah entered the compound angrily after a unsuccessful trip to Lafayette, finding Marcel in the centre of the courtyard sending out troops of vampires to search for Klaus and Rebekah. "Anything?"

"They're putting eyes and ears out everywhere. Daywalkers are working every contact we've got. Cops, dock workers, guys in the Treme... Word is out: anyone trying to earn favor with me gets a lifetime of it if they find them."

The older vampire nodded. "Good. I need a pen and paper."

He walked away, leaving Marcel stood dumbfounded momentarily before following him upstairs. "Hey, am I taking orders from you now, or are we in this together?"

Elijah began to remove his suit jacket, carefully folding it and laying it over the arm of his reading chair before snapping. "Pen and paper, Marcellus. Now!"

"I want her back just as much as you do, you know... The both of them." Marcel sighed before leaving. Elijah then began to unbutton his dress shirt as Georgia bounced into the room.

"Elijah! I got your text." She took a moment to catch her breath but as she looked up she tried her best not to stare as he stripped himself of his shirt. He had sent her an urgent text to come to the compound as soon as possible and after the state she had seen him in the night before, she didn't waste a minute in dropping everything.

"Wonderful, I need a witches expertise" he gestured to the black markings across his torso. She stepped closer, running her fingertips over what appeared to be names. "Monique Devereaux gifted me with these markings, claiming they are from Celeste"

"Okay... what do you want me to do?" She looked up at him. Elijah's eyes trailed over her before landing on the bandage that was wrapped tightly around her wrist. He lifted her hand gently, bringing it closer to him.

"Forgive me-"

"You were in a hurry. It's okay." Her face screwed up in pain as he began to remove the bandage.

"I hurt you." She looked up at him, using her free hand to grip his bicep as the cold air attacked her wound. "Let me heal you."

Georgia looked up at him. His eyes were swamped in sorrow and regret as he looked between her and the wound. "I'm okay, really-"

Elijah bit down on the side his palm before offering it to her. Georgia glanced at it briefly before pulling his hand to her mouth. His face twisted in pleasure, his eyes remained glued to her as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't remember a time when healing another had felt so carnal. His desires only grew as Georgia opened her eyes and looked up at him through her hooded lids.

"That should suffice." He whispered breathlessly. Georgia pulled away, looking instantly towards her healed wound. Elijah hooked his finger under her chin, swiping the excess blood from the corners of her mouth. He stared at the blood upon his thumb, losing all sense of his manners as he sucked his thumb clean.