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Cat and mouse  - Katherine Pierce  Two hundred years, give or take, it had been since Katherine Pierce had set foot on English soil, though who could blame here? This was the place where she had met the original family, ran from the hybrid and became the monster she was today. She had once been just a naive Bulgarian girl, sent off in exile to England for her sins. As a human, she mastered the skill to adapt herself into the English world, quick to learn the language and walk the walk. Though it had been short-lived, after meeting the Mikaelsons. The young thing she was had fallen for the tricks of Niklaus Mikaelson and his older brother Elijah and then torn between them before she found out the awful truth. Katherine had not known her family history, nor had ever thought about it, a downfall she had regretted not knowing. For if she had, she may have somehow figured out beforehand that she was the third doppelgänger in her family tree. A face and body she shared with them everything an exact replica even down to the last drop of blood and that was what Klaus had been after. Before then, she knew nothing of the supernatural world other than tales and stories told around a burning fire to keep children in at night, but then again all stories had to have come from some truth which was something she later learned, and she learned it the hard way. Fortunately for her, she had caught the eye of another during the time she was being lead a fool, a young man named Trevor and friend of the Mikaelsons. He had fallen for her and out of that desire lead him to telling her the truth, what he and the rest of them were; vampires. At first, she thought it was a cruel joke, that there was not such a thing until he proved her otherwise. He told her how Klaus intended on using her to break the curse placed on the wolves and vampires, how her death would come to pass if she did not run. Fear and the will to live took over her that day and changed from the sweet, innocent young woman she had tried so hard to become. Though, her personality had not been the only thing changed. Deciding she wanted to live, she ran from Klaus finding refuge in a cabin where Trevor had told her would be safe, to find his best friend Rose and that she would help, yet to her dismay Rose was not willing to help. Instead, she planned on turning in and handing her back to Klaus and in her desperation a plan was formed, attempting to take her own life, so that Rose would intervene and heal her with her blood; she had learned from Trevor that vampire blood would heal wounds and that was how he had been turned, drinking the blood from Rose and dying brought him back to life or rather living dead. Thus, she was given the blood and at the first chance she got, a noose was around her neck and she took her own life on the gamble that would come back. Even if she had failed, death at her own hands seemed better than at the hands of Klaus. Victorious with the gamble, Katherine awoke, the vampire blood had healed her body and brought her back. Her blood was no longer of use to Klaus and she prayed her would not proceed to hunt her, how wrong she had been. Over the years she had, had to learn how to adapt, how to control her newly found hunger, the lust for blood and all things that came with being a vampire. Though like most things, there came the perks, the speed, strength. Immortality and healing process and of compulsion, all things she caught onto quickly and used to her advantage. Though like most things, there were the downfalls, having to be invited into homes and of course the sun, yet finding a witch to help out was easy enough with the right leverage. Her will to be a survivor had led her down a long and lonely path, one full of lies and selfishness. She had come to terms with to protect herself she could only think of herself and thus her scheming and plotting grew. Over the years she had travelled the world and seen its wonders, from Paris to Rome and finally returning to England. It was a good bet, returning to the place they had last seen each other, no way would Niklaus guess she was to come back here, so soon at least. Thus finding a well established hotel in the centre of London was her first choice, settling in just find and returning to that old sense of security for a while anyway. For what she was about to happen, or rather who was about to make an appearance was surely going to ruin everything. The day had gone as well as any other day, she had gone to the town, flirted with who she needed information from, got it, used it to will and got what she wanted, that day it had been getting in the good graces of the local judge. Five minutes with the old man, and she had him wrapped around her little finger, like most men that cast a glance upon the beauty that was Katherine Pierce. “Two large bottles of your strongest liquor and the cutest bell boy.” She lips curled into a wide smirk as she spoke to the receptionist at the desk, “Send him up in about twenty minutes.” She added with a small giggle before turning from the woman and heading to the large staircase and began to ascend them, heading toward her room. Taking the steps one at a time until she was out of sight and then her vampire speed came into play, blurring off she appeared in front of the large white door. Placing the key into the lock she turned it, hearing the click she pushed the door open and took a step inside. The moment that she was inside, a shiver ran up her spin and the odd sensation that something wasn’t right came over her. Closing the door behind her, she took a look around, the large open area with a lounger and chair next to the fire seemed exactly how she left it. Walking a little more inside, she saw the door towards the bedroom ajar and with a tilted head she moved towards it. Upon reaching the door, the view of her bed came into her vision, including the figure that was laying on it. Her heart jittered against her chest as her doe like hues widened. “Kol..” She uttered lowly, before narrowing her eyes. Niklaus’s younger, more psychotic brother was right there, laying on her bed, in the room. He had found her.

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- Elijah Mikaelson

~~ Originally a Roleplay starter ~~ The fire crackled within the hearth, eating the half charred logs with flames almost as high as the mantle itself. The heat that emanated from the fire fashioned a comfortability throughout the room, harmoniously giving off a bright glow. Of course, the fire was not the only source of light, dual lamps contributed illuminating the study of which currently homed the owner, sat in a large armchair comfortably. The Mikaelsons had an expensive and extravagant taste that was dated, classical and displayed their age; furnishings and aged materials loitered the space to the liking of the male who had fashioned it in such a way. Although, he shared this space with the likes of his siblings, he took pride and found great solitude within the study. Elijah was more or less a solitary being, unless it was the likes of him blood; his family. Family. Honour. Two values which the noble Mikaelson held close to his heart; It was no lie, for he had shown time and time again throughout his long immortal life just how much those meant to him. Nothing would be put higher in his regards against his family, for albeit he knew how eccentric and brutal his siblings could, in his eyes they were all he had to live for. He had and would continue to sacrifice all he could in order to protect them, to aid the quest in finding their true happiness. Happiness was in fact a pipe dream, even Elijah himself knew that, however he refused point-blank to let go of his hope, his lifeline that was finding the happiness he and his family rightfully deserved. Did he believe his family was perfect? No, he was not foolish to be blinded at the facts; he and his family had destroyed the lives of many and caused chaos over the years all for the name of family. He would not change a moment of his past, rather he would live it all over again and do it exactly the same; for as stated it was in the name of family. Elijah Mikaelson was what others described as the honourable and noblest of his siblings, and he lived up to that title as best as he could. Albeit, we were no stranger to the malice and vindications of what he was; a monster. When push went to shove, he was more than willing to do what it takes, be it murder or other means. The past provided enough evidence to say that no one should underestimate him when it came to his own morals and values, that was indeed for sure. He had believed that once his half-brothers curse was lifted, and he was able to access his full hybrid potential, then they would be able to settle and live with a little more peace and less bloodshed. He had been far too hopeful, even when the birth of his niece filled him with even more hope. There were constant threats upon his family and the livelihood of those he cared for and considered a part of his family, in some way or another. Of course, there were certain criteria, so to speak; of those close to his family. The value most importantly being that of trust; trust was another trait the noble original admired. The current book that was wedged between the gap of his thighs, nestled perfectly there with one leg crossed leisurely over the other. His suit jacket had been long since discarded over the side of another chair. He had arrived home only days ago and had kept to the shadows, surveying the happening within the city undetected; or at least for the most part. He was good at covering his tracks, after all he was an original and had plenty of practice doing as such, yet he knew he was not as highly guarded as before, deep down a part of him wished to have them know he was stalking around. Sooner or later, he planned on making himself known at one point after. His index finger slipped under the parchment of the next page and flicked the fragile piece over in a small movement, allowing his gaze to find the beginning of the next line. It was a novel of sorts; one he had read more than likely a thousand times over the years and still he did not get bored; a sucker for the classics as his younger brother Kol would proclaim. He enjoyed the old-time classics that brought him back to another place in his life, and his thirst for knowledge and sophistication fuelled his need to read. It was well after nightfall, thus his ventures within the town were put to a standstill, despite being a creature of the night himself. As his vision crossed over another line, the overwhelming feeling that indicated a presence within his own that was not his own. His gaze flickered from the book upon his lap towards the threshold of the study door that lead out into the dim lighten hallway, a tilt of his head and raised brow as he listened and waited for any sign of an intruder. He knew someone had entered the home, albeit who? Closing the book, he straightened his posture and waited, an expression of curiosity and expectancy written over his features. An influx of some sort of anxiety filled him in a strange way, was he nervous? No, anticipated was more the reason for who would dare to enter this home, knowing that one of his family members could be inside. Had it been the likes of Kol or Niklaus? Their head would be on a chopping block before they could reach the halfway point of the doorway.

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ElijahxKol Phone call

The cold air was bitter as it kissed his unnaturally cold flesh, most of it hidden under the contours of the rich material that was his suit. He stood upon the street long since stopping his idle walk in order to speak into the device currently lodged before his palm and ear. The voice that pooled through the speaker into his ear, was that of his younger brother, who was currently halfway across the world to him. After the memory loss and consequences that came hand in hand, the elder original had taken a sabbatical of sorts; off to re-find himself in his grief that his own actions had led to. The younger was, of course, checking in; in his own way. It had taken a long time for the male to realize the reasons behind his younger siblings' behaviour. "You never cease to surprise me, Kol." His lips curved gently, twitching into a small smile. "Witch business, what a surprise." His tone took that of a playful mock, a tease of sorts as he listened to the quick wit that cussed back at him. "Ah, yes. I am sure your fun with the little witches pleases you greatly. One may begin to believe that you prefer them to your own blood." The tease continued to muse from his lips, which caused the reaction it was supposed to; irritation and frustration. "At least I can kill them without having to exert myself after I am done with them." Kol's voice snapped into his ear, causing his lips to spread a little wider, causing them to part and display his pearly whites. "Besides, at least I can have them at my disposal when I want them." the tone in which his brother used was more than expected, he was still bitter about their past and how he was treated; Elijah couldn't blame him really, he had been more than neglectful over the years even when he believed he was doing good. His expression suddenly slackened, a seriousness seeping in as the next statement muttered from the device. "Which is more than I can say for the likes of my blood over the years.". There it was, despite how close the family had finally become, he was still quick to the defence. It was embedded within him, after all, and Elijah was learning how to handle such quips and comments in a more meaningful way that appealed to the need inside his younger brother. A sigh passed his lips as he brought his hand to his face, the pads of his thumb and index fingers finding the bridge of his nose and pinching it. "The past does not define us, brother." He all but whispered, "I respect and understand your scepticism. However,” He admitted, pausing a beat. "I am always here for you." The scoff he heard was followed by a small laugh; amused by the response he had got, evidently. "Yes, Elijah. You are here for me, yet you are where exactly?" The coy smirk could be heard in his voice, ever the smart ass. Elijah's eyes rolled slightly as he shook his head, despite Kol being unable to see it. "Running away from your problems?" A mocked gasp was then heard. "I am surprised you didn't have at least some bloodshed, you are slacking big brother." "You are deflecting as usual." He mused, matter-of-factly. "I give you my word, brother." He said firmly, promising what he had already said; that he was always there for him, in every sense of the word; at the moment just not physically. "I will be returning by the morning." He then added, making the rash decision, that it was time to come home. "I will see you soon, Kol." And with that, he said his goodbye and hung up, in order to return to his family.

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ElijahxKlaus Phone call

Having done something which the male had deemed to be more than just ‘pretty awful’ eat away at him, like a parasite. He knew he had to work hard to justify his action, albeit what could be deemed worthy enough to justify what he had allowed to happen. The more demanding the reparations his subconscious required, the worse he knew it would become. Everyone dealt with such things differently, how one feels about a certain thing could be completely different from the next and thus, his guilt was like gasoline within his gut. He felt as though his insides were slowly decaying with the toxicity to the point a simple spark could set it ablaze at any given moment. The fire that was already kindling within him burned so badly he felt like nothing but a shell, an outline of whom he used to be. What felt like a long time in the past, the person he used to be; the calm and collected noble Elijah Mikaelson was no more; the guilt he felt would have travelled down a path which he would refuse to walk and go on pretending he was who he wished to be. Alas, this time he had gone to far into the abyss that he could not be that same man he had tried so hard to be. If he could scrub his mind clean like he scrubbed the blood from his white shirt, perhaps things would be far much manageable. He wished to be himself again, yet just as the saying goes; those that ignore the past and do not learn from their past transgressions are doomed to repeat it, over and over again. His emotions were like a full force hurricane that was untameable despite how hard he tried, the vortex of numbness pulling at him, tempting him to do the worst thing that could ever come to the likes of him. As tempting as it was to jump into the depths of nothingness to turn that switch off. He refused. The buzzing of his phone stopped him in his tracks, dropping the handkerchief that he was using to scrub at the droplets of blood, he pushed his hand into his suit pants pocket and pulled out the device, swiping the answer icon and bringing it to his ear. His unfocused eyes strained ahead of him as he swallowed a lump which had formed in the back of his throat as he heard his brothers voice at the other end of the line. “Elijah. Where are you?” Niklaus’s voice called to him, causing a small sigh to pass through his lips. The voice held the usual tone in which deemed to be the signature manner in which his brother had perfected over his long-life span, and yet Elijah detected a hint of concern in his in voice; due to how his own behaviour had been of late, since the return of his memories. “I had to take care of something.” He mused lightly, his own tone taking on a Stoic and void of emotion; as best to his current ability. Niklaus was of course not fooled by the mask Elijah had been trying so hard to keep, they knew each other like the back of their own hands after all. ” What exactly does that mean, brother?” He asked, the concern creeping into his tone more and more. ” It is bad enough I have to take the position of keeping everyone else in check, Elijah, don’t make me have to keep you in check also.” There was a warning hidden within those words that caused a soft scoff like chuckle to pass the elders lips. “Niklaus, you need not worry about the likes of me. I was simply taken care of, the remainder of Antoinette’s minions. No more, shall they threaten our family.” He mused matter-of-factly, glancing down at the bodies at his feet, swiftly crossing over one corpse that lay limp, bleeding out. “The matter has been taken care of.” He added before hearing an over dramatized sigh from his brother. “Elijah.” Irritation seeped quickly into his voice. “If you had simply asked, I would have been of assistance.” he mused down the phone, Elijah could envision the shaking of his head as he had spoken. ” After all, this is my doing.” Despite the mocking tone he had used, Elijah knew the true meaning behind those words; how Niklaus regretted allowing him to have his memories taken away and how he had visited him in France, causing him to find out secretly who he was; or visited more and discovered what had been going on with that woman. “It wasn’t your fault.” Elijah stated quickly, “Niklaus. It was my choice and thus, it was no one but my own fault.” He explained with reassurance in his voice. “This is my mess to clean up, and I shall do it until I have redeemed myself.” No one else could make this go away, no he had to face his own transgressions head on, without the help of anyone else. “I have to do this, you understand.” ”Elijah.” Niklaus began, only to be cut off. “I must go. I will return to the compound in due time.” He stated before pulling the device from his ear and hanging up the call. The device was placed back into his pocket before he surveyed the surrounding area, the bodies he needed to see to disposing.

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Elijah Mikaelson - Passion piano 

Sitting upon the bench positioned in front of the grand structure of the piano located in the corner of the large room, shiny and pitch black of colour with rows of ivory and black keys. Slender fingers brushed across the keys endlessly without a hesitant muscle; A tailored and perfect construct of practice and elegance. The male sat with a picturesque composure, his posture up right and suitable for such an activity. His head was held high while he played the keys from muscle memory, his gaze clouded with heavy lids never once meeting the rows of keys, for they slowly closed. The music flooded the surrounding air, taking him back to a place he had long forgotten, an endless series of memories and dreams that filled his heart and mind. The music was powerful, the act of making such a beautiful sound with just his fingertips came from the depths of his very dark and pitiful soul. The music fills the air without effort, like waves filling holes in the sand; music had the ability to elevate the spirits in any person like tidal waves of emotions, he believed it could touch the heart of even the darkest of hearts. One of the greatest things about music is that it could save a life, it can give one the strength and will power to lift themselves into a higher power. It works with the emotions and aids them in finding some kind of peace. Thus, he could never get enough of it. Music was a life source that, in even his darkest hour, could mend and heal the deepest of wounds. His mind opened up to the memories of times gone by, the good, the bad and the painful. He homed those memories within a box in his mind, the symphonies opening it freely. The most beautiful of memories were usually the worse to recall; cutting deep as though they were shards of glass sealed deep within the bones of his structure. He could hear the laughter of his family within the melody his fingers created. As if the angels above looked down upon him and granted this moment, ascending the sounds of memories his orchestral exuberance. Family. That was what this all had been for, had it not? The transformation from mere human children to immortal beings that would since then plague the earth causing havoc at every turn, in order to survive. As a family unit, the Mikaelsons had the pact that was made a thousand years ago, which still weighed heavy on the likes of the remainder of the family who were still in the world of the living. Had their lives not been cruel enough? Had they not suffered at the hands of fate enough? One would think that, by now, any of their past sins would have been accounted for by now, albeit that seemed to be a simple pipe dream that would never come to life. But there was still hope, at least the proclaimed noblest brother of the Mikaelsons refused to give up on. His stubborn grasp on that. There was always something lurking around the corner in wait, waiting to capture the correct time to strike at the family, thus he made it his mission to make use of the calming times. Why sit and worry about what was coming next; it would come either way, thus enjoy the time before it comes around. With a tilted head to the side, his lips curled at the edges, shaping a small yet genuine smile that reached his eyes. The corner of his eyes crinkled causing shapes like crows feet as a small chuckle passed through his then parted lips, lightly his wet muscle slipped over them wetting them before drawing back inside, It was carefree moments like this that swelled his heart.

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