Mind over Matter ↠ Elijah Mikaelson

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Elijah slid into his seat on the front row. Silently greeting Rebekah, Kol and Finn. Niklaus still away, keeping charge of Aurora; though he might not be doing such a good job.

Elijah rubbed his wrist secretly, below his sleeve to ensure that his wound from where he had bitten in had healed.

"Where have you been?" Rebekah leant over and whispered in Elijah's ear

"Let it be, sister" Elijah said as the harps began to play, indicating the bride had entered and had begun to walk down.

Elijah's head turned, as did the rest of the people in the room, to see Marianne. Still as breathtakingly beautiful as Elijah had left her, but somehow she still managed to surprise him. Her pale skin glimmered under the light of the crystal chandelier. The White flowers within her grasp showing an resembling her purity.

Tristan stood at the end, holding his hand out for her. Marianne acted so graciously, if Elijah wouldn't have known her, or the circumstances, he would believe this to be a proper wedding.

Tristan was the man to begin the vows, reciting a poem he had once heard and that they had both decided upon to read "I Tristan de Martel, take thee Marianne Auclaire to be my bride. There shall be one end for us both; one bond after our vows; nor shall our first love aimlessly perish. " he began, looking deeply into her eyes and practically melting at the sight of her tilted head as she looked up to him. "Happy am I to have won the joy of such a consort; I shall not go down basely in loneliness."

Tristan spoke slowly, remembering every word and every feeling, wanting to preserve the moment for so long "Each world holds joy, and in the twin regions shall the repose of our united souls win fame, our equal faithfulness in love" he finished with a grin on his face.

Marianne remembered Elijah's words, if ever she felt uneasy then turn to him. She could feel his eyes burn into her skull as she could feel the pressure of everyone around her. Her eyes glanced to Elijah and she gained comfort from the few seconds she could see him.

And then she began "I Marianne Auclaire, in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, Tristan de Martel, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit to be my chosen one." She couldn't bare to look at Tristan for too long, she locked gazes and the broke off and so on.

"To desire and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself." She didn't mean any of the words she spoke, and a few weeks ago she would be okay with it. But the fact was that she wished that when this was over, she could leave with her family and Elijah. But nothing was going to happen. It would all end in heartbreak.

Tristan turned to the table beside them and lifted a gem in crusted dagger; handing it over to his bride "I hereby present you with my ancestors dagger; for you to hand it down to our children"

The thought of having children with him struck a nerve. Marianne lifted her blade and gave it to Tristan "I present you with my fathers sword" she said the father which you killed is what she really wanted to say.

Once the blades had been exchanged in a ceremony of loyalty and trust. They each retrieve their rings and slid them on each other's fingers.

"It is now I can say; I bare witness to this Union and can pronounce you man and wife" the man who stood before them called out. Earning a few cheers and claps from the audience.

Marianne gulped and let out a bubble of laughter as the pair turned to the faces of their friends and family. She had actually done it.

"What do we do now?" Marianne whispered as they stood exposed to all.

"We celebrate, of course" Tristan lifted her up and spun her around; dragging her down the aisle and into the room where they would feast and dance and be merry altogether.

As she danced, linking arms with Tristan and spinning around in some folk dance from their past, she could feel the golden band burn on her finger. Even though the dancing had dulled her nausea, and even though Elijah was nowhere to be seen; Marianne remembered everything bad about this.

"You seem down, my wife" Tristan observed as Marianne stopped the dancing.

"I am just very tired, my head aches like never before" she held her head "maybe it is the pressure of it all and it finally coming true"

"Then whilst I entertain our guests; please return to our chambers" Tristan emphasised the our, as now Marianne did not have her own room, but she had to share now.

Marianne nodded and pushed her way through the crowds of people classed as close friends, but she had never seen any of them before.

'Congratulations' and 'I'm incredibly happy for you' she heard people try to approach her and tackle her with the stereotypical lines to say to a new bride. But she passed them quickly, entering the quiet and untouched hallway.

Marianne dropped to her knees, her head hung over the large plant pot as she threw up.

"Marianne" Elijah was in the area when he heard someone that didn't sound very well. He brushed her hair back before she could contaminate it. "I would ask if you are okay, but this answers my question"

"I will be fine" she managed to push out as she finally lifted her head "I just have not been feeling myself since I was visited by Grace.

Marianne turned and went to stand to her feet when she was pushed back, into a fantasy vision world.

It was like Marianne inhabited someone else's body. She looked down at her body. That was strange, instead of a wedding dress, her body was a heavily built man. A wooden stake carved intricately in her hand.

Below her feet lay bodies upon bodies drained of blood. "Mikael" she heard someone call, her glare turning to the man who called him "I have found them, I have found your children"

"Marie" it was the first time Elijah had used her nickname, she had shot back into reality with a jolt. Realising she had been laid on her own bed.

"I- I saw something" she came to the sharp realisation of what was happening, she sat up and shuffled "it's Mikael, he's coming"