Blood In The Flames (Elijah Mikaelson)

My Bloody Family

As we walk, he places his large but soft hand on mine. "You look beautiful in that dress , Elizabeth. Also, I love when your hair is down."

A smile fills my face along with a small blush. "Thank you." The street lanterns light the path as we walk around the empty streets of New Orleans. "Things are starting to evolve, no?"

Elijah chuckles softly. "I suppose so. I have seen many evolutions throughout my 834 years. Although, this generation is my favorite." In the corner of my eye, I catch him staring at me.

I ask uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shook his head and smiled crookedly. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me." He stops and turns to face me. "Elizabeth, I know I have made many mistakes. The one I regret the most is losing you."

I was feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of this situation. I, finally, forced myself to speak, and immediately, though not very fluently, made him to understand that my sentiments had undergone a change since the period to which he alluded. Before I could, however, he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do. He steps closer and smashes our lips together. Even though I should be angry and pull away, I do the opposite. I wrap my arms around his neck, inviting him closer to where there is no space between us. I tried for years to fight my feelings for this man, but I can't anymore. As we kiss, the feelings I've tried to hide begin flooding back in.

It was the kind of kiss that made me remember that I was never so happy in my whole life than when I was with him. This is why I didn't want to forgive him....I needed to. We slowly pull away and he gently caresses my cheek. "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

My heart skipped a beat. "Elijah, I tried so hard to pretend that my feelings for you were gone. I cannot do it any longer."

He places his forehead on mine. "No more pretending, I beg of you. I love you, and I will love you until the day a white oak stake makes its way into my heart. Even on the Other Side, I'll love you then." From then on, Elijah Mikaelson was mine and I his. No more pretending, no more games. Just love.

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The next day, I was in Niklaus and I's art room painting. As I painted, I hummed happily as I thought of the night before. My lips still tingled from the passionate kiss. My thoughts are cut short when one of our workers came in. "Miss Elizabeth, Marcellus is getting himself in some trouble with the governor over slaves. I'm afraid for him." With a gentle smile and nod I immediately go to find Niklaus.

We were headed to the plantation when a shot rang in the air, making my heart jump in fear. As we came closer, we found Marcellus on a neighbor's front porch, dying from his wound in his torso. Niklaus bites into his wrist and offers it to him. "Here, let me heal you."

Marcellus shakes his head. "No. You always said we choose our family. So, what am I to you, Klaus? You made me a promise when you daggered your sister. It's finally time to make a choice. Turn me now, or let me die."

Tears form in my eyes. "Little Gerard, please not now."

He looks at me and takes my hand. "When I was younger you became like this, so I didn't lose you. I don't want you to lose me." Niklaus panicks. "You do not know what you ask of me! Becoming like me! It would rob you of all that makes you good."

Tears show in Marcellus's eyes. "I know what you are. Who you are. This is what I want! Please!" Niklaus considers this for a moment and looks to me. Reluctantly, I nod, finalizing his choice. He takes a deep breath before biting his wrist again and offering it to Marcellus. Marcellus drinks several gulps of his blood to heal, and then Niklaus snaps his neck.

~time lapse~

I pace back and forth across the room as I wait for Marcellus to wake. "Elizabeth, you need to rest." Elijah stops me and places his hands on my arms. "I will come get you when he wakes up, but he wouldn't be happy to wake up and find you looking like this."

I raise a brow. "Looking like what?"

Niklaus walks in with a fresh glass of scotch. "Like death, love."

This makes me scoff. "If you hadn't noticed, Niklaus, I am dead." Seeing as both brothers were not budging, I sighed in defeat. "Fine. As soon as he wakes, you better come and get me!"

Elijah takes my hand and kisses it. "Of course, my dear." With that, I left and took a long, hot bath. Elijah came for me an hour later. When I arrived in the room, I was immediately grabbed into a hug. It took me a second to realize it was my Little Gerard, and I hug him tightly.

He pulls away and looks at me. They already fed him and his veins were still out. "Marcellus you need to concentrate and remove the veins. Can't walk around with them." He closes his eyes and slowly the veins disappear. I let out a deep sigh. "I hope you're happy with yourself, you got what you wanted. Now, you're just like the rest of our family!"

Marcellus looks at me sympathetically. "Mama Lizzie, I didn't mean to make you unhappy, but I want to live with you for as long as I can. This was the only way I could stay with my family. As long as I have you and Klaus to help me keep control, then I have no worries."

With a soft smile I gently pat his cheek. "Oh my Little Gerard, you're so grown up. Just be careful, alright?" With that, another vampire is added to the Mikaelson clan. Sometimes I really can't stand my bloody family.