Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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Realising quickly what Elijah meant, Murielle stepped backward, away from the other male vampire, who was now starting again in his attempt at an apology.
His head was bowed, but his eyes were lifted to Elijah's face, as grovelling as his pride would allow him to go, no doubt. He kept begging for forgiveness, even as Elijah pointed out every reason as to why he was clearly going to murder the man.
Murielle suddenly felt a small tapping on her upper arm, and she turned around to face the brunette woman, supposedly a doppelganger, looking at her. The fellow human whispered to her, "Please, you have to help me get out of here."
"I'm removing the problem, am I not?" She stared at the brunette with curiosity, Murielle wasn't entirely sure why the doppelganger was asking for her help. Through the whispers of the wind, she'd heard that where a doppelganger walked, enamoured men followed. They were like zombies trailing behind her, as if she held the only brain in the world. And so she highly doubted she would remain kidnapped for long.
If anything, it was a miracle that she had been standing here, trapped, for so long.
Elena nodded gratefully, although it wasn't necessary as the mysterious woman was clearly saving her unintentionally. "Yes, thank you. I'm Elena."
Murielle smiled, slightly betraying her usually friendly personality. "It's nice to meet you, Elena."
"Your name is..." Elena tried to prompt her; she had to know about the human woman who could stand up to an ancient vampire so easily. They could use someone like her as an ally in case of any dangers in the future.
"My name is something that Elijah does need to listen to our conversation to learn." A smirk once again adorned her lips as she tilted her head to face the vampire, whose eyes had been constantly flitting over to Murielle's form as he continued his conversation with the other vampire longer than was necessary. "You will find out soon, Elijah."
Despite being mildly amused, he rolled his eyes at her arrogance. When Trevor began pleading for forgiveness once more, his amusement quickly gave way to annoyance; he'd had enough.
"So granted." With those parting words, his hand struck Trevor's head clean off of his shoulders to roll about, discarded, on the floor.
Murielle had the misfortune to have misjudged the distance required to be out of the way for this murder. Therefore, being a tad too close, the blood that came flying from the gaping wound streaked across her dress, marring the pale blue of the fabric.
A few specs even managed to land on her face—those she languidly wiped away, keen to keep up the composed act when in reality she was trembling at the display. Her eyes couldn't stay on the body for long, as the sight made her slightly nauseous.
The cries of the other vampire in the room were horrific to listen to. Pain and loss were etched into every sob as the other vampire's eyes stared fixatedly at her lost friend/family. She kept sobbing in anguish while Elijah, with an unbothered air that wasn't an act for him, turned back towards the two humans.
