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 "I'm sorry, Dad, I can't come home till I find Lydia and figure out what is going on with her.  Please don't come looking for me.  That is an order."

The whole leader card wasn't something that Allison had ever wanted to play with her father and she was sure she would get more than earful later about it but she knew he would listen.  She was trained to be a leader and he a soldier.  Sometimes that meant she had more pull than he did as a father but she also knew that it was the father that was worried.  Worried about her after nearly losing her just a few months before to a samurai blade.

Shifting, she swore she could feel something pull in the middle of her chest then but she knew it was just a phantom pain, a memory more than anything, though the scar would forever be there.  

Pushing away the thoughts when she saw the sharply dressed man exiting the shop across the street, Allison pulled herself a bit straighter as she leaned back against the wall of the alley with a narrowing of her gaze.  She knew who he was as she had been tracking him for over two weeks now.  Ever since the phone call from Derek Hale that brought her from Paris to New Orleans in search of her best friend.  The fact that she had come had miraculously kept the other pack members in Beacon Hills though she knew that itched at Scott and Stiles both.

Shifting again, she watched as Elijah Mikaelson made his way across the street and down away from her.  Glancing at her phone, she sent a brief message to Derek then, knowing full well he probably wouldn't answer her but that didn't matter.  He was watching Rebekah Mikaelson, the sister of the man Allison now tracked.  And somewhere else, their brother, the real target, was somewhere with Lydia though the girl had no idea just how close a couple of her former packmates were.

Sliding out of the alley, Allison started after Elijah, keeping her distance and her gait casual so he wouldn't pick up on her.  

Date: 2014-08-24 01:45 am (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (pensive} pursed lips / hmmm...)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
"Believe it or not, Miss Martin seems to be something of a good influence on my brother." Elijah replied with a bemused tone, features vaguely thoughtful as he leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers. "She's forceful, opinionated, and manipulative...all qualities that would get any other young woman with power killed, exceptional beauty or no. I'm well aware of her intellect, but Niklaus has killed brilliant people before...she has his attention, and she's captured it in a singular fashion."

A thing Elijah was beginning to understand, as the pretty huntress had his interest in a similar way. He had no confirmation of her identity outside of Lydia's observations about her beloved best friend, but already he was mentally selecting a room for her in Lydia's wing of the house, and making a note to have additional groceries ordered.

He wanted to know more about this girl. How she was trained, what she knew about werewolves and magic, what she could do against one of their kind. It was a purely tactical, completely intellectual interest...

...and there was the way she smiled. The girl in the soldier's uniform. That something so cold and so calculating could live in a human that still smiled like that...in a strange way, it gave him hope for his brother.

He needed to know more about her.

Date: 2014-08-24 07:19 am (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (over shoulder} puzzled / don't you know?)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
Adding 'unassuming' and 'generous' to the list of interesting qualities in the young woman across from him, Elijah smiled slightly and shrugged, a subtle shift of his shoulders as he left the rest of the beignets to Allison's attention, scanning the room for the waitress again. He was fairly certain Allison hadn't stopped for breakfast in her pursuit of him, and the neat way she was polishing off the beignets only confirmed it.

A little protein would not go amiss.

"Quite possibly against his will." Elijah admitted. "He's rather ill-equipped to deal with his own humanity...he's been so far removed from it for so long, it's rather like watching a paralyzed man learn to walk again for the first time: clumsy and unsure, but inspiring all the same. She's forced him to reconnect with things he's convinced he lost a lifetime ago...she'll either save him, or make him more dangerous than ever. I'm praying for the former."

Date: 2014-08-24 04:30 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (pensive} pursed lips / hmmm...)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
"We can." Elijah replied simply. "There are yet witches in this city who may prove trustworthy, witches who can advise your friend on the use of her power...and barring that, my mother was a very powerful witch in her own right. I have been looking through her grimoire to see if any answers may be found there."

When the waitress came back to their table, Elijah offered her a polite smile. "Another order of beignets, please...and are you still serving those muffulettas from Central Grocery?"

"Oui, Monsiuer. Come in fresh every morning."

"I'll take two: one for here, one to go." Elijah instructed, waiting until the waitress left to give Allison his attention again. "It's a staple of New Orleans cuisine, a rather large Italian cold cut sandwich topped with olive salad. They have to be seen to be believed...now that you're no longer operating covertly, there's no reason you shouldn't enjoy New Orleans as a tourist, and if you miss out on the food? Well, then the place is positively dull until Mardis Gras."

Date: 2014-08-24 07:37 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smirky} smug / positively gifted)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
"I'd be a poor host if I didn't see to the needs of my human guests, would I not?" he observed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She seemed rather entertained by the notion that he might be concerned for the welfare of another in any great degree...it saddened him a little, but her acceptance of his hospitality was heartening.

With another moment's consideration, Elijah finalized the plans in his head, then reached for his coffee to finish it along with the last of his own beignet. "You'll see how she feels this evening. Please keep whatever hotel arrangements you've made for the sake of appearances, the king of this city has eyes everywhere...I'll see the bill is paid, but from now on you'll be a guest in our home. There's a spare room in the east wing of the house, just a couple doors down from Lydia's. If you mean to protect her, you might as well stay as close as possible."

Date: 2014-08-25 06:18 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smirky} just a bit / superior)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
"I wouldn't offer if there were an issue." Elijah assured her as the waitress returned, setting down a plate bearing a behemoth of a sandwich, and a sandwich wrapped in paper which, unsliced, was as large as the plate bearing Allison's meal.

Elijah regarded the sandwiches he'd ordered...one for Allison, and the one to bring home to Lydia...with a thoughtful look, then a quiet huff of a sigh.

"Right...bit of overkill, perhaps." he mused aloud, expression sober but eyes sparkling with quiet amusement as he lifted his gaze to meet Allison's. "I can help you with that, if you don't think you can finish it."

Date: 2014-08-25 07:25 pm (UTC)
asiwillcarrymyregret: (smile} almost human / happy)
From: [personal profile] asiwillcarrymyregret
"Blood sustains us, but so long as we feed, our bodies function normally...allowing us to eat." Elijah assured her, a real smile touching his features, albeit with restraint as she tried to take a bite of the sandwich as a whole. Reaching out, he gently picked up the knife that was on her plate, half-hidden by the sandwich, and silently handed it to her so she could cut herself a more manageable piece and try again.

"Truth be told, I'm rather fond of Creole cuisine." he went on, still watching her with no small measure of pleasure as she indulged in her sandwich. "Most spicy foods, really. I find that the burn of the flavor reminds me most of what it was like to eat when I was still human."

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