Hex Girl

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Wild, right?

      Elijah settles himself down beside her and encourages her to snuggle in against his side, his fingers threading through her hair to gently scrape his blunt nails against her scalp, looking to relax her against him. She’s still tense, but he’s not remotely surprised, holding her close to his side as he kisses her forehead.

    ❝ Darling. You are incredibly powerful, but that doesn’t mean that you can fix every single problem that your friends bring to you. And if they don’t understand that, then they don’t remotely deserve you. Sometimes, there are going to be issues that crop up that you can’t quite deal with, and that’s fine. It’s natural. ❞

      He frowns when she speaks, sliding a hand down her side to hitch her thigh over his waist and draw her closer to him as he strokes his thumb gently against her skin.

    ❝ I understand, darling. And I would be exactly the same way. But there is also something to be said about being clear headed in emergencies. You cannot do that if you’re almost falling down exhausted. ❞

   His words give her pause. 

  “ I . . . I guess I never thought of it that way. I just thought that I have to fix everything because I have the ability to fix everything.” 

   The concept really is foreign to her. Her guilt has never allowed her to have such thoughts. There can be problems that she cannot solve and it’s still okay? She’s still useful and wanted and deserving of love?

   If it were anyone other than Elijah she’d take offense. What does he know of having such power? He’s never been a witch. But he has centuries of experience with witches and magic. He knows the limitations of such things better than she does; she’s still learning. And he’s never lied to her before.

   More than that, she recognizes his concern for her well being over everything else. Remembering his offer to provide her with his powerful blood but the same offer not at all extended to Damon amuses her a little bit. He will still love her if no one else does.

“ what are we meant to do? “ he questions because the thought that they would trust anyone else and something were to happen to her - it was one that he simply could not abide. he wouldn’t even accept it as a suggestion either. he won’t lose her, it’s something that he downright rejects. she’s the one thing that’s keeping him alive, even after everything. “ we can’t just accept everyone. “

a sigh parts from him as he looks away from her. “ I was worried. I had been before finding you. I was worried in the past as well, especially when I found myself alone. “ there were so many decades he spent apart from his family and the feeling had been nearly reminiscent of extermination.

a sharp breath is taken in as he looks away from her. it hurts, the very thought of them. out there somewhere. maybe they were thriving without him. “ I’m sure that they’re just fine. they’re true immortals, aren’t they? “

   She has upset him. He might go silent again and not speak again for days, or even a month. Something she is used to, but she doesn’t want it to be because of something she did.

   Her hands cup the sides of his face to turn him back towards her. Where she can draw him near and rest her forehead to his. “ You are my family now. If we ever find the others, and they’re alive, that would be great. If not . . .”

   It isn’t something she likes to think about. People she knows being the walking dead. Someone they’d--Klaus would have to fight and destroy. It threatens to overwhelm her, so she takes a shaky breath and opens her eyes to look at him.

   “ But your family is different. You’re all survivors. You’re much older than they are. Stronger, faster. From what I remember, you all liked the finer things, but you didn’t always have them. Maybe they’ll find us since we’re not traveling anymore. If you really wanted, I could try a locator spell. We’d have to find some maps, of course, but I could try...”

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  “ What decision is there? If I don’t do it, people will die.”

  Isn’t that always the way? The responsibility she was born with. If she doesn’t do it, no one will do it. So there’s no thinking about it. It just is.

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   She isn’t sure if he’s joking or not. She doesn’t take it like one. She is very used to disappointment. More than most, she would say, but she doesn’t talk about such things.

   She doesn’t talk about all the times she had been excited for her dad to come home for a birthday, or school play, or dance recital--only to see her grandmother there in his place. A voicemail promising ‘next time’. She’s still waiting for ‘next time’.

   She doesn’t talk about the nightmares from childhood, when she was left alone and couldn’t find anyone--not her father, never her mother--to tell her everything was okay. It was just a dream. She had to do that herself.

   She doesn’t talk about the times that she’s thought just once that a guy was coming over to talk to her--but he wasn’t. She was just an obstacle on the way to Caroline or Elena. Or both. 

       he sighs , a shred of frustration betrays his seemingly calm state .  luckily for him , she can’t sense it behind the closed door    —   or can she? .   she has already shaped a drastically different perception of him in her head , and he has to remind her of the fact that he’s not as different as the person he claimed to be when he was with her .      

       ‘   i’m not here to kill you , damn it—    i’m not some sociopath .  ’   a lot of times he catches himself wondering if he is , but diagnosing himself for something he’s unsure is one dangerous territory to tread on .  his tone reveals partially his frustration , but he has good  reason for it ; after all , he is being accused of something he hasn’t even attempted to do yet . 

       ‘  i’m not leavin’ , by the way . ’    he informs , determined to talk to her , one way or another .    ‘  and if i have t’ stand out here and tell you what i need t’ say  , i’m gonna .  ’     but he sure hopes he doesn’t have to resort to that .    ‘  please just open the door .  this is gettin’  embarrassing …  ’

   “ You’re embarrassed? I can’t imagine what that must be like!” 

   She starts to get up right away; driven by the vengeful energy she suddenly feels. How dare he come here and ask her to listen to more lies. Why does he bother? His cover is blown. She knows what he wants now. She knows what this is. He never liked her. 

  If she doesn’t stay angry, she’ll break down and cry again. She’s cried so much already.

  The whole reason she got up and stomped over to the door was to open it, then slam it in his face. That’s what he deserves. 

   But then she jerks open the door and has to see him. Look at him. Be this close to him. This man who said his name was ‘Dean’. This hunter. She’d done her best to rub out his image from her mind. But now here he is. After she threatened him not to ever return, he still came.

    She and Bonnie have always had their issues. In fact, she’s pretty sure that for the majority of their friendship ( pre-supernatural messiness ), Bonnie could barely stand her. Granted, she had every reason to. Still, it means she’s certainly no stranger to butting heads with her best friend. 

❝ I’m sorry, who will be thinking of something else? ❞  Brows lift, arms fold over her chest and she settles Bonnie with a look. Making it clearly obvious that she’s not giving in until that ‘I’ turns into a ‘We.’  ❝ Bonnie, I want you to understand — ❞ She’s stubborn, and irrational when it comes to her friends. Especially Bonnie.  ❝ There’s literally no way in hell I’m letting you stop your own heart. I will chain you up in the Salvatores’ basement if I have to. ❞  Her head tilts, lips pulling into a self-satisfied smirk.  ❝ But yes. I would be happy to help you research an alternative to witchy-suicide. ❞      

   “ It’s not as dangerous as you’re making it out to be, you know.” Maybe if she were to explain it better, Caroline would relax. “ The spell is sound. It’s been done before. Old magic--really old magic--sometimes calls for such things. Can you hand me the yellow book above your head?”

   Trying to go about things this way will take much longer. “ We’ll need coffee. If you won’t let me stop them during their summoning, I guess we’ll have to stop them before. First thing we have to do is find traces of this cult-thing existing elsewhere. If we know how long they’ve been around, we can have a better idea of how strong what they’re trying to summon is. Worst case scenario is their god is some kind of demonic entity that I’ll have to put down--which may require sacrifice. Best case, it’s all made up and they just worship a statue from Etsy.”

    he hesitated at first , but once he already decided to go with it , he eventually insisted .  as he stood outside , he waited patiently , hoping that she’ll listen .       ‘    — bonnie , it’s me .  open the door  …  please . ’

   The last voice she wants to hear. What the hell does he think he’s doing?

   “ Are you stupid? I thought I told you to get lost.”

   She is most certainly not getting up to make it easier for him to off her. If she’s going to be killed for no reason, she damn well intends to be comfortable while it happens.