#v;badboy

   Elijah pulled into the driveway of the Salvatore Boarding House. He parked his car near immediately then walked to the front door and knocked, very loudly. Once - twice - finally four times. He was being impatient, rocking on his heels and shifting from one foot to the other awkwardly. He stared down at his feet and tried to tediously plan out what he was going to say - how would he explain this? He wasn't sure, really. Because telling Damon he wanted to swoon Nik, his own flesh and blood, was probably not the most... normal thing.

   Incest was frowned upon in this day and age, but... Elijah did keep telling himself - Esther had Nik by another man. Therefore, they weren't... full siblings. And he didn't even look at it as incest anymore. Not technically. Nik and Elijah shared no blood. (He'd just keep convincing himself, make excuses and the likes, that he was definitely NOT dirty.)

   He sat at a table not too far from his sister and her lover. He tapped his fingers against the table, staring, with complete aggravation and displeasure. He shifted in his seat then stared down at his hands before looking back up. Marcel had her wrapped around his finger. He tensed his jaw and fidgeted in his chair. Sophie walked over and sat down next to him, watching Elijah watch Marcel and Nik. She snorted then handed him his coffee. "Are you seething over your sister? She's doing her job." Sophie muttered lowly. Elijah looked over at her, then back at Marcel.

   "No, she isn't. Something is wrong. Because she genuinely looks to be in love." He muttered. He leaned back in his chair and stared down at the coffee in his hands. "He's changed it. A whole new ball game. He's... done something. And I won't allow it." He got up and walked out of the house, Sophie closely followed behind him. He slid his hand against his face then turned and pointed at Sophie. "I'll have to win her back. One way or another." He pursed his lips. "I'll swoon her back. I've... done that before." He recalled the 15th Century.

   "I can and will." He nodded then turned around to start walking. "I'd hate to burst your bubble, Elijah but your sister is into the bad boys. And you're far from a bad boy. You're like... The guy someone'd bring home to their mother." Sophie caught up to his side, he stopped dead then turned to her. He grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her - just to see how it felt. Just to see if... maybe he was overreacting. And he felt nothing. He'd wondered on many occasions if he'd felt something for Sophie, and had simply redirected his irritation towards Marcel, but no. He felt nothing.