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The Gardener {Part Four}
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Part Four
Things come to a head when you decide to confront the Mikaelsons, before your magic consumes you.
♡♡ Sorry for the slow progress on this one! I hope ya'll enjoy the ending! ♡♡
6.4k words - Warnings: little bit of smut, lots of violence, Klaus being Klaus, more brother fighting, Elijah down bad, lots of magical hijinks and lots of death..????...
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The building was a ruin, a pile of rubble, and the ground was covered in vines and roots, spreading out and delving deep into the ground. The street was cracked and broken, and the air was thick with the smell of death and decay.
Wolves, witches and any other enemy to the vampires were clambering over the ruins, hacking away at the wood, taking whatever they could.
Maeve was giddy, stumbling around cheering and encouraging the rabble. You watched her hack off a smaller branch and start whittling at it with a dagger, laughing and dancing around.
"Take as much as you can! Don't stop!" She shouted, a feral grin on her face.
She handed off her newly made stake to one of the wolves, who looked at it, confused.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, his brow furrowing.
"Stab a fucking vampire!" She yelled, and then turned back to her task, snapping off another branch.
You were watching from afar, sitting on the curb, your mind still reeling. You couldn't believe it. They were all gone.
Agnes, Beatrice, Ava, Liza, the coven, all of your friends, gone. But you could still feel their magic inside you, their essence lingering. It made you sick, the way it made you feel powerful, but it also filled you with guilt.
"This is the best day of my life," Maeve said, skipping over to you, her arms laden with branches.
"Really?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, definitely," she said, dropping her load on the ground, her eyes alight with joy, "it's not every day that you destroy a thousand year old evil and become a god."
"You're not a god," you said, shaking your head.
"Oh but I am," she said, her smile growing, "and so are you! Can't you feel it? The power, the energy, the magic, it's all ours now, the city is ours!"
She was practically vibrating with excitement, and you couldn't help but smile.
"It is pretty amazing," you admitted, looking up at the giant tree, "but I can't believe they're all gone."
Maeve's expression grew somber and she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.
"I know," she said, squeezing you close, "but it's okay. We all knew the risks, and we all did this together. They'll be watching over us, guiding us."
You nodded, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face.
"I didn't think I would make it, honestly," she said, letting out a soft laugh, "I was so sure I was gonna die, I didn't think I was strong enough, or smart enough. But I did, and I'm here, and now, we're gonna win."
You looked at her, a smile tugging at your lips, and then a werewolf jumped onto the curb, brandishing his new stake.
"I dedicate this stake to Klaus Mikaelson! The great abomination!" He bellowed, and the crowd of vengeful rabble cheered, pumping their fists and screaming. "I shall sink it into his heart and watch the life drain from his eyes!”
The group erupted into roars and cheers, and the werewolf ran off, the crowd following him, chanting and howling.
"That werewolf is too stupid to realize he's dead already," Maeve said, shaking her head.
"Then why give them the stakes?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because they need to feel useful," she said, shrugging. "And maybe there is a chance, like throwing a bunch of darts at a dart board. Who knows? Maybe one will hit the bullseye."
"Maybe," you said, staring up at the giant tree. "It's up to us though, isn't it? To finish this, to kill Klaus."
"Yep," Maeve said, smiling. "Then the rest of them… Including Elijah....," she trailed off, giving you a sideways glance.
"Yes, Maeve," you said, rolling your eyes, "I know."
"Do you?" She asked, her tone growing serious.
"Yes, and I'm fine. I don't- ....I won't let my feelings cloud my judgment," you said, holding her gaze.
"They died for this, Agnes, sweet Bea...," her eyes welled up with tears, "they gave their lives for this. I need to know, if it comes down to him or us, which will you choose?"
You hesitated, her words hitting you like a ton of bricks. You looked away, trying to avoid her stare, but she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.
"Choose."
"I will choose freedom from oppression always," you said, your voice low. "Even if it means killing him."
She studied your face, searching for any hint of a lie, and then nodded, letting go of your chin.
"I know we've never exactly been close... But it's just us, you and me now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've got your back, and you've got mine. Right?"
"Right."
She smiled and stood up, stumbling a little as she dusted herself off, looking around at the wreckage and all the people grabbing branches and chunks of wood.
"We don't have long, I don't think we can hold this magic forever. Not if we want to live," she said, turning back to you. "That means we have to go now," she nodded towards the tree.
"Now? Like right now?" You asked, surprised.
"Yeah, why not?" She said, shrugging, "we're going up against the biggest, baddest, most powerful vampire ever, the element of surprise is the only advantage we have. So, let's use it."
"I just thought, I don't know, we would have more time," you said, running your fingers through your hair.
"More time for what? More time for us to lose our nerve? To think about certain suit wearing obstacles? We gotta act now, while we can," she said, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.
You sighed, knowing she was right, knowing that there was no point in thinking about anything else. You couldn't save him, you had sacrificed too much for this already, it had to be worth it.
You stood up, giving her a small nod.
"Alright, let's do this."
The city was under siege, the French Quarter on fire. Werewolves had returned to the streets, attacking vampires left and right, their stakes at the ready. Witches were casting spells, creating traps and ambushes, luring vampires into their clutches.
It was chaos, the kind that Klaus usually relished, but this was different. This wasn't fun. He was being hunted, and he could feel the rage bubbling beneath the surface, the urge to destroy everything in his path.
“Niklaus!" Elijah's voice cut through the noise, and Klaus turned to see his brother rushing towards the entrance to the compound.
Marcel stumbled inside, covered in blood, a werewolf bite on his neck and a stake sticking out of his back. Elijah caught him, helping him to his feet.
"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" Klaus demanded, grabbing Marcel's shoulders and shaking him.
"Witches," Marcel said, gasping for air, the werewolf venom burning through his veins.
Elijah pulled the stake out of Marcel's back, guiding him to a sofa. Klaus watched them, his eyes narrowed.
"Witches are causing this?" He asked, his anger growing, "they're the ones responsible for the chaos in the Quarter?"
"Not just the Quarter, the whole city," Marcel said, wincing.
Klaus let out a sigh and bit down on his wrist, offering his blood to Marcel. Marcel hesitated, his eyes meeting Klaus'.
"Just take it, Marcel," Klaus said, his patience waning.
Marcel took Klaus' wrist, drinking the blood. The wound healed and the venom was neutralized, leaving Marcel weak and exhausted.
"What had made them so bold? Why now?" Klaus asked, pacing the room.
"Maybe it had something to do with this," Elijah said, his voice oddly quiet, and Klaus looked over at his brother, his gaze falling on the wooden stake.
"Is that?" He started to ask, but the words died on his lips.
"White oak," Elijah finished, holding it out to him.
Klaus stared at it, his expression completely blank, like his brain couldn't process what he was seeing.
"Impossible," he whispered, taking the stake.
"Apparently not," Elijah said, and Klaus could hear the fear in his voice.
"Where did this come from?" He asked, his hands shaking, he looked at Marcel, who was slowly getting up off the sofa.
"The wolves were the ones who attacked me," Marcel said, rubbing the spot where the stake had pierced him. "I killed a couple of them, but the rest fled. I think they are planning on attacking you,”
Klaus' eyes darkened and he stormed out of the room, the stake still in his hand. Elijah quickly chased after him, catching up to him before he exited the compound.
"Niklaus, wait," Elijah said, grabbing his brother's arm.
Klaus stopped and turned to face Elijah, his eyes filled with fury.
"They will pay for this," he growled, his grip tightening on the stake.
"There could be more out there," Elijah said, his eyes pleading, "we need to regroup, to plan, we cannot rush into this."
"You expect me to do nothing?" Klaus hissed, his anger rising. "You think I'll stand by and let my home burn? That I'll let these insolent fools threaten my family?"
"If they get to us, our sirelines go with us, you know that," Elijah said, his expression steely.
Klaus growled, his eyes flashing yellow, he hated feeling hopeless, stuck, weak.
"So what do you propose?" He spat, his words dripping with venom. "You want me to sit and wait for the axe to fall?"
"We need to stay here, let the vampires and werewolves handle each other," Elijah said, keeping his voice steady.
"It's not the wolves!" Klaus roared, pushing Elijah back, "it's the witches, they're the ones behind this."
"Niklaus," Elijah said, his voice soft, "how could they possibly-"
"I don't know!" Klaus yelled, throwing his arms in the air, his frustration and fear overwhelming him.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His mind was racing, going a hundred miles an hour. He had to fix this, had to end this, he couldn't let anything happen to his family, his home.
Suddenly, it was like a light switch had flipped in his brain. His eyes widened and he turned to look at Elijah, his expression grim. He sped past him, up the stairs to the study, with Marcel and Elijah quickly following behind.
Klaus ripped the portrait off the wall and opened the safe, pulling out a small, wooden box. He held it in his hands, staring at it, his jaw clenching.
"What's that?" Marcel asked, his brow furrowing.
Klaus didn't respond, just opened it, and Elijah felt his blood run cold, his heart shatter. It was gone.
"Impossible," Elijah said, shaking his head.
Klaus threw the box across the room, the wood splintering, embedding into the wall. He was breathing heavily, his entire body was tense.
"I told you," he muttered, his hands clenched into fists. "I told you what she was... what she was capable of..."
Elijah stared at him, his heart sinking. He remembered the day that he had met you, the first time you had come to the compound. He remembered how beautiful you were, so soft and full of light. How could you possibly be capable of such a betrayal?
Klaus lunged at Elijah, his fist colliding with his jaw, and Elijah stumbled backwards. He recovered quickly, his own fists flying, striking Klaus across the face.
They brawled, punches and kicks being exchanged, and Elijah grabbed Klaus, throwing him into a table. They crashed to the floor, grappling and struggling.
"You have always been blinded by your feelings for her!" Klaus spat, his fangs bared, his face inches from Elijah's.
Marcel grabbed at him, trying to pull him off Elijah, but Klaus shrugged him off, pinning his brother to the ground.
"You fell for the oldest trick in the book! My noble brother, always willing to see the best in people, even when they're plotting against you," he snarled, his eyes flashing yellow, "how many times has it cost us, Elijah? How many times have we nearly died because of your stupid sentimentality?"
Elijah snarled, pushing Klaus back and landing a blow to his nose, knocking him to the ground. He pinned him down, his hands wrapped around Klaus' throat.
"You think I'm the fool?" Elijah growled, his grip tightening, "it was you who pushed the witches too far, you took away their hope, their freedom! You're the reason they're fighting back!"
Klaus grabbed the stake and jammed it into Elijah's neck, his eyes widening in shock. He pulled it out, and Elijah gasped, falling to the floor.
"Enough!" Marcel yelled, and he yanked the stake from Klaus' hand.
Klaus stood up, breathing heavily, staring down at his brother, his face filled with rage. Elijah coughed and sputtered, blood spilling from his mouth, the wound slowly healing.
"If we are going to survive this, we need to work together. Save the family drama for later," Marcel said, his voice hard.
Elijah stood up, wiping the blood from his face.
"He's right," he said, his voice hoarse.
"So, what do we do?" Marcel asked, glancing between the two brothers.
"We hunt them down," Klaus growled, his eyes filled with fury. "Those foul witches and their ilk."
"And then?" Elijah asked, his expression grave.
"We kill them all," Klaus said, his voice barely above a whisper, and the room grew quiet, the weight of his words hanging in the air. He looked at Elijah, his face filled with determination, "Every last one."
You made your way through the city, ducking into alleys and hiding whenever a vampire passed by. It was a bit odd to see the city so barren, the streets empty. You tried not to think about it, pushing away the memories of when they were thriving, full of vampires, witches and werewolves alike.
You didn't talk much, keeping quiet to avoid drawing attention to yourselves. But Maeve pointed to the trees and grass, the once green and vibrant plants that now lay withered and dead.
"Was that us?" she whispered. "Our magic?"
You just nodded, trying not to dwell on it. You had sacrificed a lot to get here, you couldn't lose focus now. You had to keep going, no matter what.
"We are going to die, aren't we?" She asked, her voice barely audible.
"Maybe, but so is everyone else," you replied, your voice equally low. "This is bigger than us, we have a chance to free everyone, to end the tyranny,"
You could feel the magic you had taken on, it was too much, twisting your insides, making you nauseous. You knew that the longer you kept it, the worse it would get. The ancestors didn't care that you were in agony, you were their vessel, a tool for their revenge.
"I've never really thought about the afterlife," Maeve said, a small smile creeping across her face. "But, I hope that it's peaceful, that my family is there waiting for me,"
"I'm sure it is," you said, your voice wavering.
"What about you? What do you hope the afterlife is like?" She asked, glancing over at you.
"I hope it's worth it," you whispered, "I hope that everything we did was worth it."
She nodded, her expression solemn. You didn't know what else to say, so you just headed towards the compound, the one place you didn't want to go.
As you grew closer, the damage done to the streets became more pronounced, the rubble thicker and heavier. You had to climb over fallen walls and dead trees, concrete stained with blood. There had been a fight, wooden stakes and branches lay strewn about the ground, but no bodies. Whatever wolves, vampires or witches had engaged them here were either dead or dragged away to be fed upon.
You tried not to think about it, clambering over the rubble, making your way through the gate, sticking to the shadows of the courtyard. It was dark, the sun hidden behind stormy gray clouds. You were glad for it, it would make sneaking around the compound easier, but a part of you wanted to see the sunshine one last time.
The bodies of a werewolf army lie strewn about the courtyard and the large pool of liquid in the middle of it. There were torn off heads, limbs, all in a pile and it was impossible to tell which person belonged to which body. There were a few witches as well, their bodies laying next to those of the wolves.
It was gruesome, the smell of blood and rot filling the air. You covered your mouth, trying not to vomit, but the sight was too much, the magic coursing through you amplifying your senses, and you dry heaved, clutching your stomach.
Before you had time to process what you were looking at, there was a strange shift in the air, and Klaus Mikaelson stood before you. He was covered in blood, his shirt torn and ragged. He was staring down at the pile of corpses, his expression blank.
"I presume it was you that caused this... massacre," he said, his voice eerily calm.
"No, pretty sure that was you," you retorted, and he smirked, a cold, hollow thing, turning to face you.
"I call it self defense. Why? Well they had these..." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and he held up a number of poorly whittled white oak stakes, "and were not afraid to use them."
He dropped the stakes, his eyes roving over you, then his gaze turned to Maeve, a cruel smile twisting his lips.
"I see you brought a friend," he said, his voice mocking. "Does she care to explain what's happening here, or am I going to have to torture it out of her?"
Maeve glared at him, her eyes narrowing, and she lifted her hand, a ball of flame appearing in her palm.
"We've come to kill you, to end your reign of terror," she said, her voice hard.
"Is that so?" He replied, his eyes gleaming. "I'm impressed, little witch, it takes a great deal of strength and cunning to kill an Original vampire."
He looked over at you, his expression turning dark.
"And quite a bit of debauchery too, considering the lengths in which you went to," he hissed, his tone bitter.
"This has nothing to do with us, Klaus," you said, taking a step towards him.
"Oh no?" He snapped, his voice rising, "sleeping with Elijah wasn't a calculated choice? That was all just a means to an end?"
"Don't," you growled, your voice low.
He threw back his head and laughed, a loud, mocking sound. Then he lunged, grabbing you by the throat, lifting you off the ground.
"I should kill you," he growled, his eyes burning with rage, "I should rip your throat out and tear your body to pieces."
Maeve's hands clenched into fists, the fire growing hotter, brighter, and she let out a scream, sending the ball of flame hurling towards Klaus.
He dropped you, flying backwards, crashing into the side of the building. You landed hard, the breath knocked out of you, your body aching. Maeve rushed to your side, helping you up. She pressed a stake into your hand, and you gripped it tightly, the wood smooth against your skin.
"Come on," she said, jerking her head towards Klaus, "let's finish this."
Klaus stood up, his shirt smoldering, the skin beneath it red and blistered. His eyes flashed yellow, and he lunged, moving faster than you could follow.
Maeve ran at him, the force of her magic causing Klaus to stumble, and he let out a roar, charging towards her. They collided in a flurry of blows, their hands and feet moving impossibly fast.
Klaus grabbed Maeve, his hands wrapping around her neck, and he began to squeeze. You ran at him, leaping onto his back, plunging a stake into his shoulder. He screamed in pain, throwing Maeve to the ground, and reached behind him, grabbing you by the throat.
He tore the stake from his shoulder, tossing it aside, and slammed you against the wall, his hands crushing your windpipe.
"Tell me, love," he sneered, his eyes boring into yours, "did you enjoy it?"
You stared at him, your mouth open, struggling to breathe, the magic within you bubbling and churning.
"All the pain you have caused, all the suffering, the lives ruined," he growled, his eyes darkening, "and you had the gall, the nerve, the audacity to pretend you are righteous,"
He was breathing heavily, his jaw clenching, and his hands tightened around your neck.
"To claim that you were better than me," he hissed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone, "to make Elijah believe that you loved him."
The magic inside you burst forth, exploding outward, and you sent a pulse of energy towards him, knocking him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, rolling a few times, coming to a stop against a stone pillar.
You collapsed in the heap, coughing and gasping for air, the magic flowing through you burning, searing. You screamed, your back arching, your limbs twitching, your muscles contracting. It was too much, the pressure, the pain, and the magic began to escape, slipping from your grasp, flowing into the air.
You watched it, like a wisp of soft twinkle lights, drifting away, it gravitated towards the wood, the stakes and branches strewn about the compound, to the beams above you. It sank into them, filling them, and the wood began to glow, burning with the same white light that flowed through you.
Maeve stumbled to her feet, stake in hand, it was disintegrating, falling apart in her palm. She knew this was her last chance, she couldn't afford to wait any longer, the magic was escaping her, draining from her body and draining her life.
She snarled and launched himself at him and they rolled across the ground, grappling and fighting. She screamed and struggled, the force of her magic beating against his chest, but he was too strong, pinning her down.
You took a single step forward, and then you felt it; a sudden rush of coldness, a wave of despair, as his hand touched your arm. You turned, and he was standing there, Elijah.
He looked like he had been through hell. His clothes were tattered, his face covered in dirt and blood. But it was his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that broke your heart. They were full of pain, a sorrow so deep, so profound, that you couldn't look away.
You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither of you saying a word. And then you heard a cracking sound, Maeve's scream, and Klaus' triumphant roar.
You saw her body fall, limp and lifeless, the white oak stake gone, Klaus holding the splintered remains in his hands.
The whispers grew deafening, chanting in unison, filling your mind, the voices blending together, drowning out all thought, and you were filled with rage.
You struggled in Elijah's grip, the magic swirling and coiling within you, ready to be released.
"Let me go," you hissed, your voice filled with venom.
He didn't budge, his grip tightening, but he wasn't looking at you. Klaus stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, his mouth twisted into a smug grin.
"It's over, brother," he said, his voice mocking, "kill her and end this,"
You snarled and kicked, lashing out with your magic, the air rippling. You struck him in the chest, and he fell backwards, his grip loosening, and you ripped yourself from his arms, turning to face him.
He looked like you had stabbed him in the heart, his expression crumpling. You felt dizzy, drunk almost, on the power. Everything was so vivid, so intense. Your senses were overwhelmed, your head spinning. Maeve's magic flowed through you, and you could feel her essence, her soul. The voices of your ancestors were a chorus in your head, a chorus calling for the deaths of all vampires.
Elijah moved, reaching out, trying to grab you, but you sidestepped him, dodging his attempt to restrain you. You turned towards him, the anger and pain that you had kept locked away, bubbling to the surface.
"You're all monsters," you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"We are," Elijah said, his eyes full of anguish.
You felt a surge of emotion, your vision blurring, and a tear rolled down your cheek.
"I wish I had never met you," you whispered. "Why... Why did you have to take everything from me?"
He didn't answer, just stared at you, his face pale. You could hear Klaus chuckle behind you, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
"Come now, love," he drawled, "that's hardly fair."
You spun around, the magic inside you thrumming, your fingers twitching.
"You have no idea what's fair!" You snapped, your voice shaking.
Klaus smirked, taking a step towards you, but Elijah blocked his path, standing in front of you.
"Move," Klaus snarled, his eyes glowing yellow.
"No," Elijah said, his voice strained.
"You can't save her, brother," Klaus said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on Elijah. "She took too much on, look around,"
The ceiling was collapsing, the walls crumbling, the foundations cracking. All of the wood and plants were rotting and dying, pulsing with the same white light that you could feel pulsing through you.
"She chose this, to die for her cause," Klaus sneered. "How noble of her."
Elijah pushed him away, his jaw clenched, and he looked at you, his expression pained. Klaus grabbed him, pulling him away, and he let out a shout, struggling against his grip.
"Just let her go," he snarled, "it will be over soon."
Elijah shook his head, his tear filled eyes now turning to rage, and he punched him, hitting Klaus so hard, he stumbled, releasing his hold. Elijah's eyes burned with anger, his fists clenched.
"No, I will not kill her," he hissed, "not now, not ever."
"You're weak," Klaus spat, wiping the blood from his mouth, "she betrayed you, she lied to you, and you can't bring yourself to end it, to do what must be done. You are a fool, a pathetic, sniveling, little fool."
Elijah charged at him, his hands grabbing Klaus by the throat, slamming him into the wall. He punched him repeatedly, his knuckles smashing into his face, his eyes filled with hatred.
"You have only ever despised those I love," Elijah snarled, his fist connecting with Klaus' face, "because you are a coward, afraid of any emotion that does not serve your own selfish desires."
Klaus laughed, spitting blood, his lips split, his nose broken.
"You will never learn," Klaus said, his voice thick with disdain.
"And you will never understand," Elijah said, his voice barely above a whisper, his fist connecting with Klaus' face once again.
You could hear the whispers, the voices, the magic in the air calling to you. Your coven was gone, they were dead, but their spirits lingered, their voices echoing in your mind. You held all their power now, their legacy, and the weight of it was crushing. You were barely holding on, with Maeve dead all the magic was yours, and it was destroying you.
Your knees buckled, and you fell to the ground, your body wracked with sobs. You were alone, all alone, and the power was too much. You couldn't hold on anymore, your grip was slipping. the pain too intense, and you let go.
Everything went white, the light blinding, and there was a horrifying crack, and the earth beneath you exploded. The ground gave way, and you fell, the air rushing past you.
You screamed, falling, falling, and the voices grew louder, the light blinding. And then everything went black.
~~~
You awoke slowly, a dull throbbing ache in the back of your head. You couldn't feel your legs, your entire body was numb.
You blinked, your vision blurred, and slowly everything around you came into focus. There was rubble everywhere, a huge pile of it. The air was filled with dust, making it hard to breathe. There was a rumbling sound, as debris began to rain down, a piece of rock became dislodged and tumbled down, smashing into a pile of bricks, shattering them.
There was a ringing in your ears, and you could hear the muffled sound of shouting, a distant siren. You tried to move, but your body was heavy, your limbs were leaden, and you were stuck under something warm and solid.
You looked up, and Elijah's face came into view. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in an unnatural way, his neck was at an odd angle, his hair caked with dust. He had you caged under him, his body covering yours, protecting you from the worst of the destruction.
"Eli?" You croaked, your voice hoarse, the sound of it muffled.
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking, his gaze focusing on you. His pretty brown eyes full of heartache and despair.
"Why?" He whispered, his voice breaking.
"I had to," you said, your voice wavering.
He looked down at you, his eyes roving over you, taking in your injuries. He moved slightly, pushing up against the rubble, his immense strength allowing him to lift the heavy wooden beam that was pinning you.
You winced as the movement jarred your legs, a sharp stab of pain shooting through you. You were sure they were broken, the bones in your lower half crushed, shattered.
"You used me," he whispered, his voice trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks, "you made me care for you, made me think..."
He broke off, shaking his head, his eyes filled with anguish.
"And then you betrayed me," he continued, his voice hollow.
The voices were screaming, the magic within you burning, searing.
"I was always told vampires were evil," you pleaded, the pain in your chest unbearable. "And then, I met you, and it was like, everything I knew, everything I believed, it all changed. You made me see the world differently."
His face crumpled, and he looked away, his shoulders shaking.
"I had a mission," you said, your voice cracking, "I was to destroy you, and bring peace back to this city."
You looked at him, pleading, your eyes welling up. You felt a stake next to you, the wood felt so hot, the magic inside it vibrating, the whispers in your head growing louder, a cacophony of sound.
"I never meant to fall in love with you," you cried, the tears rolling down your face.
"Killing me, would cause the thousands I sired to die too, many of them innocent. Who are you to decide who is worthy of life or death?" He asked, his voice trembling, his gaze full of anger.
"It doesn't matter," you said, the words spilling out of you, "they're all monsters."
"Just like me," he whispered, his eyes searching yours, "just like you."
"No," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You lifted the stake, pressing it against his chest, the wood burning against your skin.
"This is a mercy," you said, the tears rolling down your cheeks, "an end to the suffering, a chance for peace."
"Do it," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Kill me."
"I don't want to," you cried, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable.
"Do it," he yelled, his voice laced with anger, "End it. Put me out of my misery."
"No," you choked out, the pain overwhelming. "I don't want to, but the voices, the magic, it's too much, I can't, I can't hold on," you sobbed, the stake glowing brightly.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his breath tickling your face.
"I can't watch you die," he whispered, his voice soft, his face twisted with agony.
He kissed you then, a soft, gentle kiss, his lips brushing against yours, and you clung to him, the stake pressed against his heart, the wood burning. You knew you didn't have it in you, to make the choice that would end him, forever.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, the pain in your chest overwhelming, "for everything."
"Me too," he said, his voice filled with sorrow, he took the stake from your hand, casting it aside. You watched as it slowly disintegrated, the weapon you sacrificed everything for, turning to dust. Just like the magic you had inside you.
Elijah placed his hand on your cheek, cupping your face, his thumb brushing against your skin, his eyes meeting yours. Then he groaned, pushing hard against the debris that trapped you both, lifting the heavy wooden beam that pinned you to the ground. He pulled you free, holding your broken body close, and you felt his arms wrap around you, his touch gentle, careful.
You looked around, the devastation was worse than you thought. The entire compound was gone, the building demolished. There were fires burning everywhere, and a thick layer of dust and debris covered everything. The city was eerily silent, the sky dark, the only light coming from the fires. You were the cause of this, the destruction, the death. You couldn't take it anymore, the guilt, the shame, the pain.
You buried your face against his chest, letting the tears flow freely. He held you, his embrace warm, his touch comforting. You could feel the heat of his breath, the beat of his heart. The voices grew louder, and you were drowning in the sound, the pain was excruciating.
"I'm dying," you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt, "and I'm afraid."
"Don't be," he whispered, his hand rubbing your back, his voice thick with emotion, "I'll be with you, every step of the way."
"I love you," you said, your voice trembling, the tears streaming down your cheeks.
"I love you too," he whispered, his voice choked, "with all my heart.”
He tightened his grip, holding you closer, his arms wrapped around you, his chest pressed against yours.
"Please," you begged, "please, kill me."
You felt his lips on yours, the taste of blood and tears. His fingers dug into your back, and you felt the pain, the fire in your bones, your muscles, the magic tearing through you, burning, scorching. You were going to die, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
"Not yet," he said, his voice breaking, and you felt the sharp pinch of teeth in your neck.
The pain was intense, like a fire, burning through you. You screamed, arching against him, and he pulled back, his eyes wide, his pupils blown, the veins beneath them protruding. He was feeding from you, draining you, killing you.
You felt the darkness creeping in, the whispers fading, the voices growing quiet. Then it was all blackness, nothingness, a void. You were floating, drifting in the darkness, and then you felt something, a tether, a rope, and it was pulling you back, calling to you. It was not the continual haunting drone of the ancestors, but one singular, familiar voice. The voice of the person you loved the most.
Epilogue
A soft sigh escaped your lips as Elijah's warm hands held you underneath him, the movements of his hips slow and controlled.
His hands roamed your body, the look of lust on his face making your heart skip a beat. You would never tire of the way he made you feel, the way he knew what he was doing. This slow, lazy dance, the intimacy of it, the gentle brush of his lips, the smooth silk sheets on your bare skin, the pleasure he made you feel. It was all overwhelming, intense, the sounds you were both making echoing in the room.
You stared up at him, the golden glow of the fireplace shining on his skin, his dark eyes staring down at you. A rare smile was on his lips, and he sighed in contentment, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the bed creaking beneath you. It didn't take long for you to fall apart, the sweet pleasure ripping through your body, Elijah following soon after.
The two of you laid there for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying the peaceful silence. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't stop the questions racing through your mind.
"You're thinking too much, my love," he whispered, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.
"I'm sorry," you sighed, shaking your head, trying to dispel the memories that were plaguing you.
"Talk to me," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at you. "I want to know what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."
You closed your eyes, not sure where to begin. "I... I just miss it sometimes," you whispered, unable to meet his gaze, feeling the shame burning inside of you. "The power, the magic. It was so overwhelming, so intoxicating, and now... I feel empty without it."
"I know," he replied, his voice soft, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair. "I can't imagine what that was like, having all that power, feeling it consume you."
You nodded, the guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders. You knew what he was feeling. He was angry, hurt, betrayed, and you didn't blame him. It would take a long time for him to forgive you, if he ever did. You were grateful that he was even giving you a chance, allowing you into his life, his bed. He had been so patient, so understanding, so loving, and you didn't deserve it.
"I'm sorry," you said, your voice cracking. "I shouldn't have brought it up, I know it's a sore subject for you, and I'm sorry."
He sighed, shaking his head, his hand resting on your hip, pressing your legs apart. "No," he whispered, his eyes full of sorrow, his touch tender, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. "It's not a sore subject for me, not anymore," he said, his voice firm, his words ringing true. "I forgave you a long time ago."
You blinked back the tears, his words washing over you, filling you with relief, with joy, with hope. You didn't deserve his forgiveness, his love, but you would cherish it, cherish him, for the rest of your life. And now that you were immortal, that would be a very long time.
You never expected to find peace or love with Elijah Mikaelson. Of all the ways your paths had crossed, this one was by far the most unexpected. Laying here, in his arms, a vampire, his wife, was never part of your plan. You chose this, him, and he chose you, and that's all you ever needed.
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