#mercycries

Sentence Starters

"You might be spending too much time with my papa, B."

”Our mom suggested flowers” Gwaine started as he gestured to the vase that gwen held on her hands ( which was big enough to almost hide her whole head)

“But that didn’t feel like enough” Gwen scrunched up her nose

”And my mom said that you can’t ever go wrong with a good wine” Hunter decided that was the right moment to pull out a bottle of wine out of his jacket “Granny Wendy and dad also sent food. Enough of it to feed a small country so why not go for a indoor picnic? Mo, Myra and your lily were on board with it”

     maria knows exactly who the young woman before her is , for she’s seen plenty of images on the television ( and has asked the s.h.i.e.l.d. agents about the young woman many times when they’d come to check on her ) , but there is something so POWERFUL about being here in person .     “ you are morgan . . . it is an honor to meet you . ”     she’ll carefully approach the other , an almost hesitant smile set upon her lips .

             Where? That was the question running through Elijah’s mind as he observed the doppelganger from a safe distance. Or rather... those were the questions. Where would he take her? Where would he find her alone? Certainly Elijah could have simply walked up to her at any point in time, ripped that necklace from around her pretty throat, and compelled Elena Gilbert to come with him. He should have considered that particular option about two weeks ago when he had first seen her. Before the Salvatore brothers had seen him and begun watching over her so damn closely.

They followed her like pups wishing to please their masters, and when Elijah had attempted to simply explain to them that all the hovering in the world would not keep her safe once Niklaus arrived... well, they had always been particularly stupid. No. Elijah would have to take this into his own hands. He did not want his brother to unravel the curse that bound his wold... and honestly? He could not bear to see a doppelganger dead. Not when she bore the face of women he had loved before.

No. Too painful a visual.

So he had been weighing his options. Elijah wanted to get her away quickly, but if Stefan and Damon were nearby, it would be loud, messy, and slow. Hence the decision to make ‘friends’ with Elena’s Aunt Jenna. Elijah even had her phone number saved in his burner phone by now. It was simple luck that just as he saw Elena heading home with Stefan, he also saw Jenna leaving the Grill with several takeout bags to juggle. Perfect.

Elijah moved quickly to bump into her and help her drop one of her bags... which he of course caught with a charming smile before it ever hit the ground. After one or two well-placed words, Elijah was helping her carry them home and being invited in. From the heartbeats and his keen hearing, Elijah knew that Elena was up in her room. Alone. Quickly he excused himself from the home, rejecting a very kind dinner invitation. He did not want to be labeled a kidnapper, even if that was exactly what he was about to make himself into. He didn’t need the publicity. Only after he was ‘gone’ as far as Jenna was aware did he re-enter the house.

Sometimes being a vampire was a pain, but in dark moments like these it was fantastic. Instantly he was behind the girl journaling at her desk, and without giving her a chance to react, Elijah cut off her air supply and helped her drift off to a quick, easy sleep. Pocketing her phone and throwing her over his shoulder, they were gone. When she woke later, they would be long gone, her precious Salvatore’s having been informed that she was going ‘willingly’ because she was ‘frightened’ and would ‘be home as soon as it was safe’.

It was inevitable they would come after her anyway... if they could manage to track him fast enough to be gone before NIklaus arrived. He thought he’d have at least a couple days head start as he tossed her cell phone from the window of his car. And when she woke? Well, that would be the test to see if Elena Gilbert shared the Salvatore’s stupidity. Elijah truly hoped not. It would make all of this far easier if she simply cooperated.

          When she finally finds her voice, WEAK and hushed as it may be, she is sure hours have passed. She’s vaguely aware of the pain that radiates through her, agony at her abdomen and a sharp sting at the back of her neck -- the flame is gone; she is no longer heda, just another HELPLESS CREATURE ready to beg for mercy; for the honour of death and not the cowardice of survival. Her eyes open slowly against the daylight, limbs too heavy to lift from the makeshift bed. She drags a sharp breath into battered lungs, too LOST to wince at the pain it sends shooting through her. An unsteady gaze finds the stranger at her side, a girl with features too soft and skin too clean to belong to one from the ground; eyes too kind, touch too GENTLE. Like Clarke.   “ Ai gonplei ste odon, Skayon. Let me die. ”   Please.