RESURRECTION • ELIJAH MIKAELSON [ON HOLD]

T W E L V E

CHAPTER TWELVE; Him

It's safe to say that within the following days that would turn into weeks, the Original vampire and the Charleston witch didn't have the best of luck when it came to obtaining information about the 'prophecy' that they had come to find. It being a prophecy was their only progress. It was only word detected by the Harvest girl Cassie, the witch his mother's mind once inhibited. As for the rest of prophecy, they couldn't show many other people.

The French Quarter hosted a place where bad relationships thrived between vampires, werewolves, and witches; few could be trusted for you never knew if anyone had secret alliances. Sure there was Davina Claire, but she wasn't necessarily on the Mikaelson's side given their history, and her and Scarlett had yet to meet.

Yet during the time he spent with her, he always felt at ease in her company.

Even in their down time, when analyzing the prophecy for too long made their eyes burn, he found she had a love for popcorn, dramatic television shows, and running. Although the vampire didn't have a taste for the human food, he enjoyed the time he was with her. They had spent countless nights watching series of either Prison Break and Bones, yet Elijah found that the moments he liked most were when they would stay up too late, and she would often fall asleep on his shoulder.

It was in those moments where he realized that despite the chaos that surrounded their lives, they could still find a bit of normalcy.

But with good moments came rather distressing ones.

There were times when he watched the ever growing magic inside Scarlett escape. They often came in short bursts of power; light bulbs popping, small flames appear when her temper spiked ever so slightly. They were small mishaps, but they made the two anxious, knowing that this was leading up to whatever his mother planned.

And they both knew it was far from good. No matter her intentions, they would only result as a benefit her. It would only be a matter of time before they figured it out.

But one day, like any particular other, did they begin to realize his mother's intentions for the woman would be far more than catastrophic.

It was a normal day, one that Elijah spent at the Mikaelson complex and Scarlett worked an eight hour shift after meeting with her grandmother in the morning. The vampire and the witch had plans to meet each other after.

Despite the qualms of her magic, the two were also unsettled at the thought of the possibility that others could some for her talents no matter how undiscovered they were. So with that, she needed to train.

Scarlett already had strength and speed under her belt, her years of sports and time spent in a gym gave her that. But even that couldn't match the power of a vampire or werewolf. So they needed to prepare to fight back.

The two found themselves in Marcel's apartment, a change of scenery from her apartment. Elijah was there earlier in the day to train a new vampire of Marcel, so it seemed rational in the spacious living room.

But as the time ticked by, blow after blow, the two flew at each other, and Scarlett began to grow more frustrated. Not at Elijah for his speed to always catch her punches no matter the cunning motion, but more at herself because she couldn't never be able to match him.

"Elijah, I'm afraid this isn't working," she sighed, settling down on the couch behind their stance near the windows.

"It will," the man said as he joined her on the soft fabric, "because you don't need to be able to overpower them; you just need to out-smart them."

His hand lifted up to meet hers in an encouraging gesture. Taking his hand, they both rose from the couch as he led her over back to their original sparing spot.

"So, in this case, what would a vampire expect from a human? For them to roll over and play dead?"

"Well, you're not far from wrong," the man smirked as he rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves and removed his tie to move around better, the fabric once limiting his movement.

With his eyes adverted though, he didn't catch Scarlett glancing at the lines of his well defined muscles beneath the button up. She couldn't deny that the man was attractive, but even if possible, she knew any relationship beyond their friendship wouldn't work.

"A vampire wouldn't expect a human to fight back. So, let's try again."

The two repositioned themselves into their fighting stances. Scarlett tightened her fists yet remained defensive. Instead of waiting for her to take the first move, Elijah step forward, lunging at her in an attempt to block any opposing attack.

Yet doing as told, Scarlett did something he didn't expect. Instead of going in for a returning blow like she did in the past hours, she ducked underneath his arms before rising to pin him against the wall. Although his strength could empower hers and she paused for the next instruction, he smiled proudly as her hands held his shoulders to the wall.

"Like that," she breathed.

"Yes," he nodded, his brown eyes studying her hands before his eyes returned to hers. "But what do you do next? The head or the heart?"

"The heart," she nodded yet swallowed a huge lump in her throat when she reached the realization. She had to kill the attacker in order to survive. None of the training would matter if she couldn't do it.

Her hand moving over his chest, it stopped right upon the beating heart, hesitating. "Elijah, I don't think I can do that."

"You will, to survive," Elijah spoke softly, yet his voice firm. With his eyes boring into hers, Scarlett knew that she had to make an attempt. She couldn't always rely on the hope that she would revive herself because although it had yet to prove her wrong, it wasn't guaranteed.

Hesitating for a moment, she couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling that sprouted in her stomach. It wasn't from the uneasy she felt about attacking the vampire but about a fear that something was going to happen. But she pushed it out of her mind for the meantime, and plunged her hand into the vampire's chest.

Her hand only pierced his skin, her strength only allowing her to go so far [one that she was thankful for], but as she felt the warm of his skin, his blood coating her hands, she was shaken as a series of images flashed before her eyes.

They all came in under seconds but, they were forever burned into her memory.

A white stake with intricate carvings along the handle.

She stumbling back as her hands left him, but Elijah caught her before she completely fell away, his face slightly pinched with pain, but the shallow wound was already beginning to heal. "Scarlett, what happened," the man asked concerningly.

Her eyes darting around, the brunette felt disoriented, out of place. She had lost the sense of her being there within the short moment she blacked out. "Elijah," her voice sounded, confused.

"What happened," the man repeated.

"I don't know," she shook her head. Another feeling began to overtake her mind, one that screamed that being here wasn't right. She felt the need to be somewhere else, and although her mind couldn't place where, her legs were beginning to draw her to it. "I'm sorry Elijah, I think I have to go."

Thinking the training had overwhelmed her, he asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded despite the confusion clouding her hazel eyes. "I just forgot that I needed to pick up Wes from school," she lied, poorly for it didn't convinced the vampire but he let go of her arm.

Elijah watched her leave the apartment with worry, and he didn't stay in the complex for over a minute until he chased after her. He knew something was wrong from the moment that her expression changed from its always cheery look to a darkened mood.

But once he reached the thriving streets, the witch had already disappeared without a trace.

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