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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Murielle was paused beside Finn as they stood before the portal. Her breaths were quick as something in the pit of her stomach told her exactly what was about to occur. But for Elijah, it didn't matter, just as it wouldn't have if it were Finn.
"Getting in will be easy; it's the getting us back out again that might prove tricky." She warned him, as soon as they stepped through the portal, they would probably be right next to Elijah in whatever dungeon he was being kept in. No warning, no preparation, no chance to case the joint as robbers would.
"Good job we're professionals." Finn said, staring at the swirling mass. This would be the first time he had stepped back into the world after nine hundred years, and it was to rescue his younger brother of all things.
Murielle laughed mirthlessly. She clutched Finn's hand, and not just because it was necessary to do so for the portal but because she really needed the comfort. There was a reason she was a recluse, and a reason why she wasn't a healer anymore.
With trepidation, she stepped through the portal, thinking of nothing else except how desperate she was to save Elijah.
They emerged in a dark room; Murielle could sense the dirt around them and knew they were underground. In a dungeon or basement, or something? It looked dingy, foreboding.
On the floor in the centre was Elijah, looking just as Damon had described him. A sleeping beauty, if you ignored the dagger protruding from his chest. He wore the clothes she had seen him in this morning and had a serene expression on his face.
Murielle was quick to action, as she knew that the vampires in the place would've heard her rapid heart beat immediately. She rushed over to Elijah, kneeling down beside him and gripping the dagger in her hands.
It looked just as the other one had—Finn's one. Their handles were identical. So it should be able to be removed just as easily.
With a firm pull, it came loose. She let it clatter to the ground beside her as she watched to see for any change in Elijah.
Finn pulled Murielle back from his brother, on the off chance that he was as ravenous as he had been when he had awoken from his long slumber—or paralysis. His worrying was for naught, however, when Elijah sat up, looking calmly around the room as if it had been but an inconsequential nap for him.
His relieved expression emerged when he saw Murielle looking at him, but she wasn't quite as happy.
"You idiot."
Despite being a vampire who had lived a thousand years plus, Murielle's gaze made him feel like a scolded child. The fires of hell within her gaze made him burn with shame to the point that he managed a sheepish look.
Because it didn't matter that he could survive alone, he knew she wasn't truly mad about him leaving but that he made her worry. It was just rotten luck that the one time he manages to work the portal without her he gets daggered by a human doppelganger almost immediately after.
