Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

CXLV - How Disappointing

This chapter is short af but it's good hahahahaha

but it's good cuz it adds suspense

hehehehehe I'm evil

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Chapter One Hundred & Fourty-Five

They injected the poison into my system regularly. I couldn't tell where I was, but I was almost sure that I was inside a bedroom. It wasn't an auto shop, which was what I had heard mentioned in the brief times that I was awake and coherent. I wondered if that was where Hayley and Jackson had been taken.

The bed that I was laying on was soft, and I tried to feet the sheets under my hands and clench at them when I quickly realized that it was remarkably difficult. I couldn't move without feeling like there were weights upon me. It must have been an after-effect of the poison.

Perhaps it wasn't a poison, and only a tranquilizer. Maybe it was my equivalent of wolfsbane to a werewolf.

I spent a long time wondering when they had gotten such a thing. When I wasn't entirely coherent, I had dreams. I dreamt of my family, and those were the good ones. The bad ones are when I dreamt of Mikael, and Tristan, and even Marcel when he was against us. The dreams of Tristan were the most frightening. Mikael was dead and Marcel was our friend once again, but Tristan... Tristan was very real. And he was the one that did this to me.

Over time, I began to realize that it was the same man who was giving me the needle every few hours. Aya spoke to him at some point, and I found out that his name was Eren. I didn't recognize him from other times I had been around the Strix, but I knew he was a part of them. He had light brown skin that seemed like it shone in the light, though that was probably my own mind playing tricks on me. His hair was dark, maybe even black. But one thing that I would always remember were his eyes. They were a bright green that reminded me of emeralds, and it seemed unfair that such an evil being had such beautiful eyes.

I didn't know how long I had been there. Time had no meaning to me, but what I did know was what Tristan was not coming to see me. I could hear the Strix lurking throughout the house, and one thing that they said was that Tristan would not be returning to the house. I didn't know where he was, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know why they felt the need to keep me here if Tristan didn't even want to see me.

One day, while I could see the sun setting, I felt energy begin to form back within me. Eren was late; only by an hour or so, but that was enough time for my strength to slowly come back.

I was able to stand from the bed, but I struggled to stay up and ended up falling. I groaned softly, but then began to crawl toward the balcony.

It felt like my hands were burning. My skin was on fire, but so was my soul. And my burning soul allowed me to have the strength to get to that balcony.

I reached up, only to feel something that was similar to an invisible wall. I almost screamed in frustration, hitting against the forcefield in anger.

I was going to hit a second time when a hand wrapped around my wrist, and I was dragged to my feet. Eren was holding me by the neck, an enraged look on his face. Then my back was against the bed, and he was on top of me. He held my wrists above my head with one hand, a wicked grin suddenly forming while his other hand squeezed my throat.

"You know, Tristan ensured that his most trusted Strix members had the numbers of every Mikaelson, as well as yours. Shall we give your dear friend a call? Perhaps Niklaus?" he asked.

I didn't say anything. I could only make out the spots dancing on the edges of my vision. He removed his hand from my throat, much to my relief, and took out his phone. He dialled a number, and I wasn't able to hear the voice on the other end.

"Oh, how disappointing," he looked down at me with a pout. "He isn't answering. Shall we leave a message?"

I still didn't answer.

"Oh, little hybrid," he grinned. "I suggest you hurry up and find your dear Roseia, otherwise she might be in quite a predicament," he said.

He leaned down, closer to me, and spoke into the phone.

"Roseia, why don't you tell him about how you're never going to leave?"

It only took him a few moments to notice the two devastating errors that he had made.

The first being that he had antagonized me.

The second being that he brought his neck - one pumping with vampiric blood, one thing that I particularly desired - a little too close to me.