Sweet Creature ✷ Elijah Mikaelson

𝖔. new york, new york

SWEET CREATURE  / 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

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PROLOGUE: IN THE NAME OF ALL YOUNG LOVERS.

𝐼. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
𝐼𝐼. WHAT WILL YOU DO?

TRIGGER WARNING ✸ for character death & gore
(if you're surprised to see that so soon in the fic then hi! you must be new!)

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2009, NEW YORK.

𝐼.

Call it a superstition, but he'd always theorised that a bad person had a distinctive taste.

He'd noticed it centuries ago and when he'd believed in some non-descript higher power, he'd thought it was the soul rotting from the inside out. It was the first man-made pollution, made as dutifully as the original sin, and he'd torn a blood vessel and watched it leach from the body. A lie they couldn't hide and a deceit that couldn't pass.

Sure, there were other indicators of a bad person that had led a bad life, but he'd always believed that the taste of them was the most telling. There was something about a life of treachery that made the blood taste richer, made the harm and the struggle more satisfying.

A human who had taken hundreds of lives tasted more far delectable to the palate than a saint. 

Or, even just a human that had terrorised one.