Stiles Stilinski-Mikaelson

Sinner and Saints

Elijah is standing in front of Davina waiting for her to react to his presence. It's difficult for Elijah. He's been in a coffin for what feels like months, considering his chapped lips, dry mouth and unending hunger. His eyes keep falling downwards, towards the witches neck. He can hear the blood rushing through her carotid artery and it's taking more effort than he thought it would, not to just attack.

"You're the one they call honourable." Davina finally says.

The words bring a smile to Elijah's lips.

"Yes, that's what they call me. 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 informs whilst lying through his teeth.

He came here for his brother, yes. But not to participate in war but to make sure his brother didn't end up doing anything that could get Stiles hurt. And then when he found out about Hayley, he planned on staying, not just for Stiles but also for his family...for himself.

"You don't look well." Davina points out.

"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, I believe that you and I have the power to end a war between witches and vampires before it truly begins. I, by keeping my brother in line; and you, by behaving like your true self and not some tool for Marcel or the witches." Elijah explains.

"And why should I trust you?" Davina questions.

"Well, for one thing, in spite of ravenous hunger, I have not tried to take your blood." Elijah reminds.

"Why not? I'm the only one here." Davina states.

"Even in my present condition, I would not feed from a child." Elijah denies.

He then watches as Davina picks up a pin and pricks her finger. Elijah keeps himself stock still, not allowing for any movement. Davina walks closer to him with her pin-pricked finger out in front of her. Carefully the witch places her finger against his lips, allowing a drop of blood to rest on his bottom lip.

Then she pulls back and slowly Elijah licks the blood of his lip. It's not enough, not by a long shot. But's he's an original and he has pushed himself to survive on as little blood as possible just so he knew he could do it. Elijah feels his skin clear of the grey sheen, making him look far less dead. It causes Davina to smile.

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"We had a deal! You protect my unborn child, I dismantle Marcel's army. And whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Hayley to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches." Klaus yells angrily at Sophie Deveraux.

"I had nothing to do with it, swear." Sophie says.

"Really? And why should we believe you? Why shouldn't I just remove your head from your neck?" Stiles growls.

"Hayley and I linked, remember? She dies, I die." Sophie informs.

"What?" Stiles asks, voice ice cold.

This is the first he has heard of them being linked.

"You didn't know?" Sophie questions.

"No, and I will be having words with those who knew and said nothing." Stiles grits out as his glare goes from Sophie to Klaus and Rebekah, who look, rightfully afraid.

"This doesn't matter right now. Who were they?" Rebekah inquires.

"They are a faction of extremists. Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had of the baby." Sophie says, making clear that the witches don't know about the twin situation yet.