Hi unplanned return to Hollow Bones with thanks to @febuwhump febuspecial DAY 2: body modification and DAY 3: bear trap
takes place after Escape Flight and before Found
Elijah knows he shouldn’t be doing this; the ghost of mothers words haunt him.
Be clean and no one will know the monster
But that’s long gone, the monster he was, was clear to all that saw him as blood dripped from him, there was no clearing his mess.
Even now he knew his suits were useless to hide it, after all, how exactly was he going to hide the white feathered additions to his person with tailor fabric.
White had alway been a pain to clear blood from but at least the feathers- his feathers seem easier to clean off it.
His wings in question ache with every pulse of blood, stiff from the breaks he can’t fix and the only thing numbing them, these strange limbs that shouldn’t be his but were and the instincts that came with them, was hunger.
For centuries he had smothered the full extent of his blood lust refusing to give him to the blood baths he wanted to indulge in, he couldn’t manage his siblings if he fell as far and then eventually the countless innocents would weigh on him, these weren’t innocents.
The only thing keeping him decent was the stolen pants from the first hunter he had found.
Hunters in the bayou, a threat to Hayley and her pack, a perfect excuse to stop holding back.
The newest pack of hunters had arrived this morning and had split up, leaving Elijah forced to keep his attention on all of them to make sure they didn’t venture too close to any of the dens the crescent pack had been hiding.
Elijah had already failed twice, and arrived too late to save a wolf he would prefer not to fail again.
Since he arrived he had noticed the pattern as the hunters appeared to lay traps during the day and return at night with guns, sadly they had yet to work out guns were useless against him nor that he had been letting them come and go during the day to get more information.
So far he had gotten little besides the fact they had been sent by Kingmaker Land Development Inc. which had cause him to discover the witches in the lab had managed to mess with his memories as he found the name familiar but when he had tries to think back he realised more his memories of his time a blur of emotions but no solid memories.
He remembered what their plans had been and the earliest time of his captivity but much after his wings had appeared was muddled.
More of a reason to go to Freya to see if his sister could clear it up but he couldn’t risk leaving the bayou to the hunters. He could-should call her but the few times he had tried with a phone pick up from one of the corpses he was littering the area with his hands had frozen.
So he was going to stay and indulge in his bloodlust until the full moon and he could find Hayley and whoever was bringing Hope to see her, and they had better kept that up since his adoption or he would be having words.
He frowned as he once again found himself distracted by clearing dried blood from the-his neck feathers, it was a little too easy to fall into a mild trance when preening, another way his control had been taken from him.
He felt his teeth sharpen from the rage he was failing to calm, he took a breath and closed his eyes to enjoy the unfiltered sunlight on his skin.
The sole positive of this whole mess so far, a millennia since he had been free to feel it without the danger of burning and now he could, it was calming.
“Fucking mangy mutts.” a low voice carried to him from supernatural hearing shattering his short lived peace.
Hayley and her pack, those that had been trying to protect Hope, left vulnerable because of Klaus’ spite and Dahlia, collateral damage like Gia.
Elijah, it seemed, was done giving them the days free of his hunting, he was gaining little information and surely the sooner he finished all the pawns, then those playing the game would have to make an appearance.
He moved from branch to branch, going almost silently through the tree as he went for his first target when he spotted it, the perfect way to get them to come to him and without hesitation dropped from the trees to land on a bear trap.
Letting out an honest howl of pain, even as he bent down to rip the thing apart, fragile bones under feathers or not he was still a vampire with hands unlike the poor wolves these things were hunting.
The damage to his leg was healed completely by the time the first hunter arrived clearing, the sounds of the rest following to converge here.
The first hunter died without letting out a scream, dead before he even knew it, Elijah looked up to meet the eyes of the next still licking blood from his lips.
Those that followed were not so fortunate.
