BLONDIE • the mikaelsons

chapter twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

I knocked on Elijah's door, nervously tapping my uninjured foot on the ground. He opened it a moment later, a quizzical expression on his face as I gave him a small smile.

"Emilia! What do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, holding the door open so that I could enter.

"I wanted to see you." I told him as I walked past him into the house. Elijah closed the door and followed me into the living room, his eyes trailing down my body, "I wanted to thank you for recommending that witch."

"You went to see her today?" Elijah asked and we sat down next to each other on the plush sofa.

"I did," I confirmed, "She has removed that curse that prevented my foot from healing."

"I am glad she was able to help." Elijah nodded, his fingers fiddling with his cufflinks.

"I did want to ask you something though," I began, "You told me that the witch owed you a favour but she didn't. She told me that you would pay. Did something get lost in translation?"

"No, nothing was lost in translation." Elijah shook his head, avoiding eye contact, "I thought you would refuse to see her if you knew I was paying."

"You're right, I wouldn't have." I confirmed, "Look, Elijah, I'll find a way to pay you back."

"No," Elijah said sternly, "It is my gift to you, an apology on behalf of my brother."

"Well, thank you." I said, placing a hand on his knee before asking, "Do you do that a lot? Apologise on behalf of Klaus?"

"More times than you can possibly imagine."

"I'm sorry." I smiled sadly, my heart aching on his behalf.

"You have nothing to apologise for." Elijah replied, placing a hand over mine.

"Neither do you." I retorted with a small smile and was rewarded with a quiet chuckle, "There was one other thing I wanted to ask you..."

"And what is that?" Elijah asked, expectantly raising his eyebrows.

"The witch broke the curse but my foot still isn't healed." I prompted, "And I don't particularly feel like waiting..."

"You wish to drink vampire blood?" Elijah finished and I nodded, "I can help you, Emilia, but I must first warn you. If you die with my blood in your system, you will become a vampire."

"And if I die without your blood in my system I'll just be dead," I shrugged, "I'll take vampirism over a prematurely ended life."

"Very well." Elijah agreed moments before veins appeared underneath his eyes and he bit into his wrist.

"Wait, are we doing this now?" I said hesitantly, suddenly realising how intimate the act of drinking his blood would be.

Elijah raised an eyebrow as he held his wrist out to me, "Unless there is any reason you wish to wait?"

"No..." I replied slowly, "Let's do this."

I shivered when my hands grasped his wrist and slowly pulled it towards my mouth. Our eyes locked as my lips met the wound he had created and a sensation of warmth filled me as I began to swallow his blood. I swore I heard Elijah's breath hitch as I lapped my tongue across his skin to clean away the remaining blood. I pulled away with a shudder as I reluctantly released his wrist.

"You're a messy eater." Elijah remarked casually as his thumb swiped at the corner of my mouth. A small speck of blood sat on the tip of his thumb and he held it out to me expectantly. Realising what he wanted me to do, I wrapped my lips around it and gently sucked. His eyes were dark as I pulled away.

"Did it work?" He asked.

"What?" I replied breathlessly.

"My blood. Did it heal your foot?"

"I'm not sure." I replied, leaning backwards to put some distance between us. I looked down at my foot, the one that has caused me months of physical and mental pain. "I guess I'm about to find out."

Shakily I stood, putting pressure on both of my feet. When I felt no sudden pain, I took my uninjured foot and balanced on my other. I blinked before a cry of disbelief left my mouth and tears sprung to my eyes.

"Are you alright?" Elijah frowned as he stood.

"I'm better than alright!" I grinned as I spun on my previously injured foot. I wobbled a little from lack of practice but for the most part, dancing was like riding a bike. I turned to face Elijah and my hands fell on his chest when I realised how close we were. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"It was no problem, Miss Gilbert."

I groaned playfully, "Are you seriously back to calling me that? I thought I told you to call me Emilia?"

"Miss Gilbert is more polite."

"Well, if we're being polite, I guess I'll have to call you Mr Mikaelson." I grinned up at him, "Or would you prefer Sir?"

His lips met mine furiously and I froze for a moment before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. My lips broke away from his when he sped us against a wall and a gasp left my lips. He stepped away from me and I let out a noise of protest.

"Be patient," Elijah warned, his eyes calculated as he slowly removed his suit jacket and tie. I rested my head against the wall as I watched him fold the jacket and place it on the couch we had sat on only minutes ago. The tie remained in his hands as he paced towards me, stopping when our noses touched. He brushed a fallen strand of hair behind my ear as our eyes locked.

"I fear you may become an addiction, Emilia."

"You should probably quit then." I dared him and he guided my hands above my head, feeling the silk of his tie wrap around my wrists moments later.

"Unfortunately for the both of us, I've been told I have an obsessive personality," Elijah said, his tone and posture casual. His eyes however, shone with danger that made me shiver in anticipation. "And you, my dear, are my new favourite thing to obsess over."

A/N: *evil cackle* One day I'll write spicy scenes for this book but that day is not today! I've got to give you something to look forward to don't I?

Which Mikaelson are you looking forward to Emilia meeting the most?

Originally published: June 23rd 2024