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 Family Ties, Tag: Willow/Niklaus/Hayley/Open
Elijah Mikaelson
 Posted: Jun 7, 2018 | 4:03 pm
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“Forgive me, my brother. There is no power in love. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak. If I am going to win this war, I have to do it alone”

Those were the last words Elijah heard before his younger brother took him by surprise and drew the white oak ash dagger straight into his heart. Even though it was something he was very much accustomed too by now, betrayal, once again, by Niklaus’s hands would never seize to amaze how deep it ran through him at times like this. Especially, when Elijah just informed his brother of word alongside the secret weapon Marcel was using to assemble the witches, he also had a small army of vampires. Elijah knew, working together, they could destroy them from the inside, even with Rebekah’s known and clear disinterest. Simply, because she didn’t share Elijah’s wavering belief that Niklaus could be saved, but she may surprise them as of yet. Elijah hopped at least. He never did quite understand the rift that led his brother to dagger any of their siblings, if not for love, it could only be for hatred, boredom and safe keeping as if they were a possession. Elijah decisively had the opposite opinion to what mercy and family could do to win wars…

Back, even when they were all newly vampires and they had sired a lot of innocents which caused many unwanted attentions mainly from their father which they were trying to out run, fleeing to Europe and other hunters and werewolves alike also. Elijah had been there, when compulsion hadn’t been tapped into to cover their tracks, stressing regulations and rules and taking duties from the eldest brother, due to Finn’s pessimistic view of their immortal lives. To always stick together, even when his siblings wanted to go their separate ways. Elijah had been there to make sure that they always disposed of the bodies they fed on so they couldn't be tracked and lesson one; killed or turned whoever knew the truth about them. Maybe it was just some fantasy, because no matter how hard he tried to keep the family together the further they drifted apart. Aligning with enemies, lovers, against each other and perhaps Elijah had been guilty of this too, but what was a couple of disassociations compared to what his siblings had done. Above all he always reminded them of their vows, because nobody else was going too.

Always and Forever. It had got him this far hadn’t it?

When you look at it, Niklaus had done one thing that Elijah failed to do. Keep the family together, abrupt, being daggered and placed in a box one to many times. It sure enough kept them together and out of harms way of deceitfulness and treachery against each other. While the immortal hybrid fought his wars alone and not believing after all these years, that family was the true meaning of power.

Elijah, meanwhile, laid helpless with only his memories to keep him company. It is said, the wood from one tree and one tree alone, an ancient White Oak, would bring death to an Original vampire. When the tree burnt, all hope was thought to be lost. But the ash from the tree was saved and witches forged daggers which the ash could be bonded. This alchemical bond provides the necessary poison. As long as the dagger stays in place, the Original, for all intents and purposes, was dead. Unfortunately, Johnathan Gilbert’s journal entry was wrong. They weren’t dead perse, only desiccated due to the dagger speeding up the process of lack of blood consumption and slowing down his heart. Struggling to pump whatever blood remained, when it’s gone, his veins rub together like sandpaper. Those tainted memories were all he had to keep his mind preoccupied.

This time was different, the dagger had been removed and in a moment of hesitation, it hadn’t been replaced properly. He was more aware of his surroundings and even though he couldn’t physically move, the urge to feed was, by far, a little overwhelming considering he was known for being the restraint one. Solid oak with a hint of varnish, Elijah’s coffin, something he had been well acquainted too over the years was sealed from the outside, but he was aware of voices and the feeling of being in some sort of transition. Although scent is mostly a subjective characteristic, it is nonetheless helpful in identification. While odor should not be relied upon as the sole means of identity, in many cases, it can serve to confirm or deny a possible existence. There was a certain aroma nearby and in the air, one that can only be when magic is present. The instant thought that questioned through his mind was; what tedious situation had his family got him into this time?

Willow Rosenberg / Hayley Marshall / Niklaus Mikaelson
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Willow Rosenberg
 Posted: Jun 10, 2018 | 9:34 pm
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The trip into the Quarter was... interesting to say the least. The impromptu meeting with Marcel had left her flustered at best, but in the end, Willow was able to find and pick up any of the ingredients that she was going to need and shake off as much of the bad mood as wasn't going to be useful. Warding wasn't hard, though the size of the place may present a touch of a challenge; it was going to be weaving it in with the weakening wards that were already here to replace them. Essentially the visual that she was going with was to slide her own wards along the veins of the first, solidifying them in place to keep everything stable and then breaking the weaker blood wards.

Seems simple enough, yay magical theory.

Just breaking the wards first would leave them open to some kind of attack, or could potentially release something unknown on the property that unless warded against, would rise up and be a pain in the butt. And much as it might sound awful, Willow did not have time for unknown boogies rising from their tombs today. She just... she didn't. Her best friend and her other best friend's ex girlfriend still needed to be rescued from Hell, she herself needed to pick up their no-longer-rogue Slayer up at JFK whenever her plane landed, so however many snags that she could circumvent, that was her plan.

Walking the house and the grounds was the part that took (hopefully) the longest. Willow tossed the herb mixture (that didn't smell great) and smeared the oils (which smelled much better) all along the lines of the property that were easily walked, anything else she'd be able to connect the dots and fill in the blanks with how thorough she was being. Finally she was able to settle back out on the veranda with her chalk circle. They'd warned her against using magic here, that Marcel's 'pet witch' would be able to locate her. Willow's caring was at about zero about all of that.

First of all, Willow wasn't hiding. If Marcel had had a problem with her putting up the wards here, then he should have said something earlier. Second of all, she wasn't a New Orleans based witch. She was a damn California based witch and while she'd respect many of the rules of a given city, they didn't fully apply to her. Her magic was learned, it wasn't bloodline magic. There were so many things about the magical conditions within the town limits that were making Willow want to scream.

But this wasn't a problem for today, this was a problem for some time in the very near future. Taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly while letting go of all of that tension that wouldn't serve with this spell. Letting her eyes fall closed, Willow started tracing the old blood wards with her own when she felt the something strange... Almost like someone was reaching out...

Elijah Mikaelson Hayley Marshall Niklaus Mikaelson - Who's that knocking on my wards?

**Templet by Kef**


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Elijah Mikaelson
 Posted: Jun 14, 2018 | 5:15 am
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Visions flashed before Elijah’s eyes. A series of events that made none of the slightest sense to him as of this particular moment. He saw Hayley and his brother congregating with a witch that was unknown to him. From the images in front of his eyes, it was unclear why, but Elijah made an educated guess it was something to do with one of two things. First the unborn child, which even though he was locked in a box, would find a way to protect with no questioned asked or secondly, the rather nasty curses surrounding Hayley. Even in that moment of briefly watching his brother with Hayley, he knew Niklaus could be saved. That this baby might be the kind of redemption Elijah was looking for, for his brother and certainly something Niklaus needed.

The scene that played out before him had been interrupted as it focused on the witch casting a spell on the blood wards that surrounded their home. Elijah was intrigued, if not a little frustrated that his brother would agree to this without consolidating him with at least some plans. Or was this, Niklaus’s plans, stuff Elijah away while he ran around gathering such duplicity to him and their family. After all, it was by his brothers hands he was in this mess and he didn’t need any more to have clean up after Niklaus.

Elijah was certain this witch was not part of the French Quarter and therefore she wouldn’t be using the ancestral magic from the earth. He wasn’t sure how Marcel’s army of vampires would react to that. If only his brother would have listened to him. They might have had one less thing for them to worry about… Once he was awake, there were quite a few hearts he would like to grab hold off. He was an Original after all, they would show him some respect.

Elijah and his family were linked to those blood wards in a very similar way to how his mother had linked all his siblings together including him when she tried to rid and overcome the abomination she had created and caused. Although it wouldn't destroy thrm it was pure Mikaelson blood ran through those walls, it aided in many things, protection mainly, which is why he felt strangely drawn to this witch in his daggered state. He didn’t feel threatened, it wasn’t the fact she was destroying the wards, he could feel she was improving them. Yet, he still couldn’t help but wonder why a witch would help the Mikealsons after everything. He had seen enough here and closed his eyes. Concentrating on his bloodline he pulled the witch into one of his memories, temporarily allowing access to his mind.

The memory he chose was if not containable, it served as a distraction and it was a perfect incarnation of daily events of what he just saw in the previous visions. Being in Elijah’s memory lowered the playing field and gave him a slight advantage. Nothing that could give anything away or put anyone in danger, in case the unknown witch had alternative motives. It was the moment he told Niklaus, Hayley was pregnant with his child, surrounded by the coven of witches that put Hayley in this terrible situation and somewhat a bargaining chip to do their bidding. It showed Niklaus’s brief denial that the baby wasn’t his and out of moment of weakness told them all to kill both mother and child. It showed Elijah’s word that he would protect the both and that he would fix Niklaus’s behaviour. As this was a memory, events could not be changed but he could communicate. As Elijah swore if any of the witches in the coven crossed him he would be back alongside his brother to finish them, his eyes darted to the unknown witch with a slight smile, as if to suggest his last comment applied to her as well.

“Forgive me for my rudeness” Elijah started, straightening the handkerchief in his chest pocket and turned to face the redhead. The other people that had surrounded them momentarily ago had depleted, leaving the two alone. “I have had better days” He looked amused as if this was an inside joke. “You see, those blood wards you are tapping into are connected to my siblings and I. You have been quite helpful sharing some information with me, might I suggest you be a little more closed minded..." he paused for a moment. He didn't mean to sound rude but he it had been a whole month since he had fed and that entitled him to be a little out of sorts. He wanted her on his side and not against him. It could be the only chance he got to get out of his coffin. choosing his words carefully he said; "... I could help you with that and before I go on to ask you a favour, would you kindly explain this magical facade you are concocting with my brother?”




Willow Rosenberg / Hayley Marshall / Niklaus Mikaelson
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