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Elijah Mikaelson

' I'm Davina Claire. '

Oh she had heard plenty of the male who had now been sat before her, the male who had so gracefully had made it aware that he wasn't at her disposal to be poked and prodded and to be used as an experiment for whatever they had planned. Her gaze remained locked on him, lips forming into an 'o' shape before pressing together tightly and slowly moving to her feet. She didn't care in this moment that she had been in pajamas, that she wasn't exactly the most presentable for company, but she had found herself wanting to reach out and to touch the marks that ran along his face. The same marks she had seen on vampires who had died, but here he was, a living resemblance of the death after being undead and he still walked.

' how are you alive? '

her own words had surprised her as she had hoped to hold more composure and to be able to hold her ground, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her and she couldn't help but wonder if this is what they meant when curiosity had killed the cat. But she had wanted to know, she had wanted to know that even with a dagger to the heart that he had still walked the earth as if he hadn't been touched by the thing that would kill any other of his counterparts that were not his family.

a smirk played against his lips as he looked down at his hands and then over at the dagger on the table and she had followed his gaze, lingering on the dagger before meeting his gaze once more. everything in him had to control moving forward, the way his fangs had constantly protruded and retracted, how he had craved blood more than anything he could possibly want. but Elijah was more than a monster, but he wasn't what he had once swore he wouldn't ever turn into again. he wasn't going to rip into the flesh of the female in front of him, but he wouldn't leave without assessing the situation, he wouldn't leave without knowing who she was and how she had acquired the magic she had.

' My family wasn't created the same way your dear Marcellus was. We are known as a special kind of monster. '

his tongue had darted out to lick at dry lips, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat, once again every movement fluid and almost pre-planned. as if every motion he made, whether it be the movement of his finger or the way his jacket had clung to him was already decided beforehand, that he had been calculated in a sense that he would always be a step ahead. But he had been placed in that box, he had the dagger in his heart. So while she had felt like he might always be a step ahead of her, it seems as if his weakness lay with his family. His weakness had left him a few steps behind when it came to them.

She could tell that he was hungry, that the veins in his body had thrummed with the want to sink his teeth into her neck, to take every drop he could manage that would satiate his thirst, but he still held back, he still managed to keep collected and calculated even when hunger burned his throat. ' you're hungry. ' she had pushed off everything he had said about how he was created, her focus now on the way his gaze flicked between her throat and her eyes, a gentle curve of her lips a silent treaty in this moment as she reached for a knife, one she used to sharpen the tools she drew with. ' you need to feed. '

her hand moved to cut at her hand, willing to offer him her own blood, but before the blade could touch her own ivory kissed skin, his fingers had wrapped delicately around hers, catching hold of the blade to make sure not to mark her. ' no, even in this current condition, i will not feed from a child. ' the look on his face was sincere, but also thankful that she had offered to help him but he did not want to harm a child to ease his hunger, him willing to feel the longing, the burning for as long as he needed. Even if she was a threat to him, to his family, he would not spill the blood of a child.