i'm a hunter on your trail [tag asicarrymyregret]

[nosuchthingasfate]

 "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.  

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[nosuchthingasfate]

"But you haven't found anything yet, have you?" Allison didn't seem so surprised. "That seems to be the way of it. Everyone knows of banshees but no one really knows much about them. Except for the one person I don't want Lydia anywhere near." There was a flicker of cold fury again but she pushed it away as she reminded herself that Peter didn't know where Lydia was. Or at least she hoped that he didn't know but if Derek could find her? Then maybe Peter could too.

Focusing on the conversation again as Elijah ordered more food, she couldn't help but look amused as she watched the exchange and then listened to him praise the food.

"Are you trying to make sure I eat?" She was amused to know that what she had heard about him was true. "You really are a caretaker, huh? Please don't take it as an insult." She hurried to add on, sitting forward a bit. "It's not a bad thing. It's probably another reason Lydia feels safe enough to stay with you."

[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."

[nosuchthingasfate]

Allison thought about arguing but she couldn't because what he was suggesting made sense. She could stay close to Lydia, to protect her, and still keep her room at the hotel for appearances. Even when her Dad checked the cards to keep track of where she was, he would think she was at the hotel and would never know she was staying with a house of vampires.

"Okay, as long as you're sure it's okay to have me there too." She told him with a little nod. "I would like to be close to Lydia while she is here."

[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."

[nosuchthingasfate]

When Elijah looked at her again, Allison was sitting back with an amused look and a smile she was trying to hide behind her hand. She could see his surprise at the size of the sandwich.

"I'm tempted to try and eat it, just because, but I don't think I could. I would probably just make myself sick and you would have to carry me." She chuckled, dropping her hand.

"So that means you can eat? It doesn't make you sick?" She nudged the plate towards him after grabbing a piece for herself. Then she say there for a moment, eyeing the size of it as she tried to figure out how to take a bite. Finally she attacked the one side, taking as big a bite as she managed. Then she made a muffled laugh, her eye sparkling as she brought her hand to her mouth again.

[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."

[nosuchthingasfate]

"I love spicy food." Allison smiled as she used the knife to cut them both more manageable pieces to eat. "So you will have to show me the best places to eat around here. If you want to."

Because she didn't mind the idea of hanging out with him a bit more. Now that they had an understanding, they could relax and it allowed her a chance to enjoy herself around him.

Picking up one or the pieces, she flashed him a small smile before she started eating again.