It's been five years since the Mikaelson family went into hiding.
Marcel Gerard has become invincible, able to take out any supernatural being, original vampire or not. His reign over New Orleans has been restored, but this time, he not only has hi...
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Elijah's arms slid under Evangeline's frail body and she allowed him to carry her up the stairs and into a bedroom.
"I apologize for my brother's behavior." He spoke quietly as they walked through the hall. "Although if you possessed that book, I'm assuming you expected as much from him."
Evangeline nodded slightly as Elijah placed her upon edge of the bed and slowly removed the handcuffs from her wrists.
"His reputation proceeds him." She whispered, her body shuddering as her power began to build back up again.
"Niklaus has always had a bit of a temper. You'll have to excuse him. He can never stand when someone conspires against him."
"I have no business conspiring against Niklaus, or any of you for the matter. I hope you know that." Evangeline spoke softly, playing tiredly with her fingers.
"I believe you."
"Thank you." She slowly looked up at him, their eyes meeting. "At least someone in this damn city does."
Elijah chuckled, kneeling before Evangeline and tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Would you like to clean up? I can run you a bath." He asked kindly.
"That would actually be lovely. Thank you." She responded, watching him as he disappeared into the bathroom, and soon, she heard the sound of running water.
When Elijah returned, he helped her off of the bed and into the bathroom.
"Will you be alright undressing on your own?" He asked, trying to look as gentlemanly as possible.
"Yes, I will." She nodded her head. "Thank you, Elijah."
"It's my pleasure. I'll bring you some of Niklaus's blood when you're done to heal your bite."
As he left the room, Evangeline stripped from her dirty clothing and looked around at her surroundings. She slowly tiptoed around the candles that Elijah had placed on the floor and slipped into the bathtub. The warm water enveloped her sore, tired body, and she laid back, closing her eyes. Her right hand hung off of the side of the bathtub, and with one quick flick of the wrist, she decided to light the candles on the floor, inhaling their vanilla scent.
Evangeline laid in the bath for a half an hour, resting and eventually cleaning herself of the grime she had encountered through her journey. Elijah had kept his word, making sure Niklaus stayed downstairs and she began to let a small sliver of trust in the second eldest brother slip into her mind. After she finished washing her body, scrubbing extra carefully around her werewolf bite, she stood up from the tub and slowly stepped out onto the bathmat below.
"Oh-"
Evangeline's head spun around to see the door wide open with Elijah standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"My apologies, love." He took a step back. "I didn't realize you weren't finished."
"I-It's alright." She stammered, quickly grabbing the towel from the sink and wrapping it around her body. "I shouldn't have taken so long. I apologize."
"Don't apologize, darling, you could've taken all the time you needed." He stepped over the doorframe and pulled a small vile from his pocket. "Freya got Niklaus calm enough for him to hand over some of his blood. Drink this and your wound will heal."
"Thank you." She carefully took the vile from his hand, examining the red liquid inside before popping off the lid and finishing it.
"Better?" Elijah asked, leaning against the sink.
Evangeline reached up and skimmed her hand along the skin of the bite wound. Slowly, she could feel it begin to shrink in size.
"Yes, much better."
"I hope you know that I do have some questions for you." Elijah licked his bottom lip as he watched her.
"I would be surprised if you didn't." She nodded, clutching the towel to her body before sitting on the edge of the tub.
"I also hope you know that you can trust me with your life. I vowed to keep you safe and you have my word that I will do so."
"You are a man of your word, but trust comes within time. I've had a hard time with it in the past."
"And that's understandable." Elijah agreed. "I'll start with a simple question, then."
"Okay."
"What is your name?"
Although every bone in Evangeline's body was screaming for her to keep her mouth shut, something inside told her she could trust him with this bit of information. Knowing this, her mother probably would've had a heart attack.
"Evangeline. My name is Evangeline."
"What an exquisite name for an exquisite girl."
Evangeline blushed unexpectedly, looking down at her toes. "It was my great grandmother's name."
"It's beautiful. Do you have any family nearby?"
"No. All of my family is deceased. I'm pretty much on my own."
"Is that how Marcel found you?"
She nodded. "I've lived in New Orleans my entire life. When my mother died, I was no older than seven years old. I lived on my own for a bit, until a month ago, when I decided it was time to escape all the memories here. Marcel was rounding up more recruits for his precious vampire army, and he turned me without realizing that I was already a witch. I thought I had lost my powers forever, but when I awoke, I was stronger than ever. Marcel quickly learned of my power, and kept me as his prisoner, doing his dirty work. I tried to leave a few times, but he had doubled the security. Marcel's been a real mess since his witch friend, passed. I got the sense he's trying to get me to replace her."
"Did you know of Marcel's plans for you?" Elijah asked.
"No. I don't know enough about Marcel to know if he was planning something. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. We'll figure this out together."
"Elijah?"
"Yes?" He asked, meeting her gaze.
Evangeline took a deep breath and spoke softly, unable to believe that she was going to reveal information about the journal to him. "Niklaus asked me where I got the book from. It was my mother's."
"Your mother's?" Elijah pondered. "Was she a witch too?"
"Yes."
"I wonder if I knew her. What was her name?"
"Céleste Dubois."
Elijah's face dulled, the color seeming to drain from his cheeks.
"Céleste was your mother?" He asked, astonished.
"Yes, why? Did you know her?"
"Yes, I knew her quite well. In fact, she was the first woman I ever truly loved."
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