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Stolas," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Just Stolas."
As Elijah held Stolas's hand, the tension of the earlier exchange with Klaus seemed to dissipate.
His piercing eyes softened as he focused on the woman before him.
"Stolas," Elijah repeated, a hint of intrigue in his voice. "A name as unique as the grace you
bring to this gathering. Tell me, what brings you to this esteemed event?"
Stolas returned his smile, her eyes reflecting a blend of mystery and amusement. "I find myself
drawn to the dance of personalities. Your exchange with your brother added a touch of drama to
the festivities."
Elijah chuckled lightly. "Drama seems to follow my brother wherever he goes. I apologize if it
disrupted the serenity you were seeking."
Stolas waved off his concern with a graceful gesture. "On the contrary, it made the evening all
the more interesting. I appreciate a man who values truth and grace, even in the face of familial
challenges."
Elijah's gaze held a depth of understanding. "Navigating family dynamics requires a delicate
balance. I strive to maintain that balance, though my brother often tests the limits."
Stolas nodded knowingly, sipping her wine. "Family, the intricate tapestry of our lives. It's a
dance, isn't it? Full of twists and turns, grace and discord."
Elijah's smile widened. "Indeed, a dance that spans generations. And may I say, Stolas, you
have a way with words that mirrors the elegance you carry."
She inclined her head gracefully. "Flattery will get you everywhere. But let us not dwell on family
matters. Tell me, what passions and pursuits occupy your time beyond the intricacies of
aristocratic gatherings?"
Elijah's expression grew contemplative at Stolas's question. "Mademoiselle, my responsibilities
to my family often occupy much of my time. The Mikaelson name comes with a weight of duty,
and I find myself entangled in the affairs that accompany it. As much as I appreciate the finer
pursuits of life, they sometimes take a backseat to the demands of my familial obligations."
Stolas regarded him with empathy, sensing the burden he carried. "It must be challenging to
balance the desires of one's heart with the expectations placed upon us. Do you not yearn for
moments of respite, for pursuits that bring you personal joyElijah's eyes held a hint of longing. "Indeed, there are moments when I yearn for a simpler
existence. However, duty calls, and I must answer. The complexities of family and the centuries
we've lived through have woven a tapestry that requires constant attention."
Stolas nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "A noble endeavor, no doubt. Yet, I
cannot help but wonder if there is room for a dance or a fleeting moment of joy within the grand
choreography of your responsibilities."
Elijah's gaze softened, appreciating Stolas's insight. "Your words are a soothing salve, Stolas.
Perhaps, in the company of such grace, I can find moments of solace amid the demands of my
obligations."
Stolas's laughter, like a melodic trill, filled the air in response to Elijah's earnest admission.
"Solace is often found in the most unexpected places. I am delighted if my words can offer even
a moment's relief from the weight you carry."
Elijah's lips curved into a genuine smile, a rare sight that added a touch of warmth to his
composed demeanor. "Your laughter is a welcome respite, Stolas."
Stolas, her laughter lingering in the air like a gentle breeze, leaned in slightly, her eyes alight
with curiosity. "If I may indulge my inquisitive nature, there is something intriguing about your
presence. You don't quite seem like the other French aristocrats. Pray, where does your family
hail from?"
Elijah's smile retained its warmth as he considered Stolas's question. "Observant as ever,
Stolas. The Mikaelson family has a history that spans across different lands. We've journeyed
through various regions, each leaving its imprint on our legacy."
Stolas's eyes sparkled with interest. "A family with a diverse heritage, it appears. Your
demeanor carries a certain refinement that sets you apart. One might say there's a timeless
quality to your elegance."
Elijah inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Our roots are intertwined with the tapestry of many
cultures. It's a testament to the journey we've undertaken over the years."
Stolas, with a playful glint in her eyes, mused, "I suppose that explains the air of mystery
surrounding you. A man with a rich history, navigating the currents of different traditions with
grace."
Elijah chuckled, appreciating Stolas's astuteness. "You have a keen perception, Stolas. It is a
quality I find both refreshing and rare.Elijah, intrigued by the mystery surrounding Stolas, reciprocated the curiosity. "And what of you,
Stolas? From which lands do your roots extend?"
Stolas, her eyes dancing with a glimmer of mischief, responded, "Oh, my origins are a tapestry
woven from the warmth of North Africa and the romantic allure of Italy. My parents, you see, met
in the bustling streets of Rome, and their love story unfolded against the backdrop of ancient
ruins and Mediterranean sunsets."
Elijah's expression remained composed, but a subtle quirk of his brow hinted at his discerning
nature. "A captivating tale, indeed. Your heritage sounds enchanting."
Stolas continued her narrative, her words flowing like a carefully crafted melody. "They were
artists, my parents. Mother, a painter with a penchant for capturing the vibrant colors of the
desert, and Father, a sculptor who molded dreams into marble."
Elijah's gaze, perceptive and unyielding, bore into Stolas's eyes. "A beautiful story, Stolas. Yet, I
sense a hint of artistry in your words beyond the canvas and the chisel."
Stolas maintained her composure, her laughter like a playful dance. "You have an astute eye.
The tales we spin at these gatherings are but brushstrokes on the canvas of our own
narratives."
Elijah's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Indeed, narratives that sometimes conceal more than
they reveal. Your artistry in storytelling is commendable, Stolas."
As the enchanting tale spun by Stolas unfolded, Elijah's keen senses picked up on the familiar
undertone of escalating tension in the distance. He turned his gaze toward his brother Klaus,
who, true to his nature, had become embroiled in yet another heated argument.
Elijah's expression, though masked with politeness, revealed a flicker of apology to Stolas. "It
appears duty calls once again. My apologies, Stolas, but it seems I must attend to a family
matter."
Stolas, understanding and gracious, offered a nod. "Family comes first. I appreciate the
pleasure of our conversation. May your family affairs be resolved with grace."
Elijah, with a final polite smile, gracefully excused himself from Stolas's company. As he
approached Klaus, the passionate exchange between his brother and another man became
more apparent.
Klaus's voice, infused with a mixture of intensity and frustration, echoed through the room. "You
dare question my intentions? I've had enough of this insufferable judgment. My actions are my
own!The man, standing his ground, retorted, "Your actions affect us all. You bring chaos wherever
you go, Mikaelson."
Elijah, with a sigh, placed a firm yet gentle hand on Klaus's shoulder, attempting to diffuse the
tension. "Klaus, enough. Let us not further disrupt this evening."
However, the heated exchange continued. Klaus and the other man were locked in a battle of
words. Elijah, recognizing that the situation was escalating beyond control, decided on a more
direct approach. With a subtle movement, he met the eyes of the man arguing with Klaus and
compelled him to follow without a word.
Stolas, keenly observant, caught the discreet exchange. Shock painted her features as she
quickly scanned the room, wondering if anyone else had witnessed the mysterious compulsion.
In her search for witnesses, she noticed a blonde-haired woman strategically engaging the other
occupants of the room, diverting their attention.
Stolas, her curiosity piqued and a sense of shock lingering, decided to approach the
blonde-haired woman who seemed to be orchestrating the distraction. With a subtle yet
purposeful movement, she navigated through the room, her eyes fixed on the strategic figure.
As she reached the blonde woman, Stolas greeted her with a polite smile. "Excuse me,
mademoiselle. I couldn't help but notice the commotion over there," she gestured discreetly
towards Klaus and Elijah, "and the subtle exchange that followed. Did you happen to witness
anything unusual?"
The blonde-haired woman, maintaining an air of innocence, returned Stolas's smile. "Oh, the
drama of these gatherings. I must confess, I was engrossed in my own conversation. What
happened?"
Stolas, though polite, persisted with a discerning look. "I thought I saw something peculiar—a
moment between those gentlemen. Perhaps I imagined it, but it seemed like a silent
communication."
The blonde woman's eyes sparkled with feigned curiosity. "Silent communication, you say? How
intriguing! I must have missed it in the midst of all this excitement."
Stolas, not entirely convinced by the response, thanked the woman and returned to her
observation post. As she resumed her discreet watch over the unfolding events, a lingering
sense of mystery hung in the air.
Stolas, intrigued by the unfolding mysteries of the evening, decided to wait for Elijah to return.
However, as time passed, only Noticing Klaus's solitary return, Stolas's curiosity deepened, and a sense of concern crept in.
Determined to find answers, she gracefully rose from her seat, intending to seek out Elijah.
However, Klaus intercepted her path, a look of caution in his eyes.
"Where do you think you're going, my dear?" Klaus inquired, blocking her way with a seemingly
casual yet protective stance.
Stolas, undeterred, responded, "I was hoping to find your brother and continue our
conversation. Is everything alright?"
Klaus, with a charming smile that held a hint of warning, attempted to dissuade her. "Elijah is
occupied. It's best not to disturb him right now."
Unfazed, Stolas met Klaus's gaze, her eyes subtly changing to a vibrant shade of red as she
asserted her determination. However, she remained unaware that her supernatural display held
no sway over the seemingly unaffected Klaus.
Klaus, with a raised eyebrow, simply nodded towards the direction from which he had come. "If
you insist on finding him, go ahead. But I warned you."
Undeterred by Klaus's cautionary words, Stolas gracefully moved through the chateau's long
corridors, guided by the distant sounds of a commotion. As she approached, the muffled pleas
of a man reached her ears. Hiding behind a pillar, she cautiously peeked around the corner, only
to witness a scene that widened her eyes in shock.
There, Elijah had cornered the compelled man, who pleaded for his life. Stolas, torn between
the desire to understand and the horror of the unfolding scene, remained hidden.
Elijah's voice, calm yet unwavering, cut through the tension. "Did you intend to embarrass the
Mikaelson family with your actions tonight?"
The compelled man, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, hastily replied, "N-no, please! I
never meant to cause any harm. I was just speaking my mind."
Elijah's piercing gaze bore into the man, assessing the sincerity of his words. Stolas, hidden and
breathless, continued to eavesdrop on the exchange, the weight of the unfolding situation
sinking in.
Elijah, still composed, pressed further. "Speaking your mind is one thing, but this could have
consequences beyond tonight. You are aware of the delicacies that surround us, the intricacies
of our social standing. Do you truly understand the gravity of your actions?"
The compelled man, now visibly distressed, nodded frantically. "Yes, please, I swear it. I meant
no harm. I beg for your mercy." emerged from the shadows, leaving an air of uncertaintyElijah's expression remained stoic as he absorbed the man's plea for mercy. After a moment of
contemplative silence, he spoke with a measured tone that conveyed both authority and an
unyielding resolve.
"Your actions tonight, whether intentional or not, reflect on us all. The Mikaelson family has
allowed you to persist in your unsightly practices, but I must impress upon you the importance of
discretion and respect for our reputation," Elijah stated, his words carrying a weight that hinted
at a history of secrecy and guarded traditions.
The compelled man, now more composed in the face of Elijah's stern admonition, nodded
fervently. "I understand. I'll be more careful in the future. Please, spare me from any further
consequences."
Elijah, however, remained unforgiving, a flash of intensity in his eyes. "Consequences are
inevitable. Tonight, you will bear the weight of your actions."
In a swift movement, Elijah's demeanor shifted, and he bared his fangs. Before the compelled
man could comprehend what was happening, Elijah bit into his neck, drinking deeply of his
blood. Stolas, hidden and wide-eyed, witnessed the unexpected turn of events, her heart
quickening as the reality of the supernatural unfolded before her.
The compelled man, now in the throes of feeding, gasped in pain, his plea for mercy silenced.
Elijah's eyes glowed with a primal intensity as he fed on the man's blood, a stark reminder of the
darker aspects concealed within the refined facade of the Mikaelson family.
As the unsettling scene unfolded, Stolas grappled with a mix of shock and fascination, realizing
that the Mikaelson family's secrets ran deeper than she could have imagined. Unable to resist
the allure of the unfolding supernatural drama, she quietly trailed Elijah as he picked up the
man's lifeless body, cradling it with an eerie ease.
Elijah carried the body outside, navigating the dimly lit corridors with a purpose that hinted at
practiced efficiency. As he stepped into the moonlit courtyard, a guard intercepted him, his stern
voice breaking the silence.
"What's going on here? Put that man down!" the guard demanded, his gaze narrowing at the
sight of Elijah carrying the seemingly lifeless figure.
Without hesitation, Elijah met the guard's eyes, and with a commanding presence, compelled
him. "You didn't see me. This man had too much to drink and stumbled out."
The guard's expression blanked as the compulsion took hold. "I didn't see you. This man was
drunk and stumbling."in his wakeNoticing Klaus's solitary return, Stolas's curiosity deepened, and a sense of concern crept in.
Determined to find answers, she gracefully rose from her seat, intending to seek out Elijah.
However, Klaus intercepted her path, a look of caution in his eyes.
"Where do you think you're going, my dear?" Klaus inquired, blocking her way with a seemingly
casual yet protective stance.
Stolas, undeterred, responded, "I was hoping to find your brother and continue our
conversation. Is everything alright?"
Klaus, with a charming smile that held a hint of warning, attempted to dissuade her. "Elijah is
occupied. It's best not to disturb him right now."
Unfazed, Stolas met Klaus's gaze, her eyes subtly changing to a vibrant shade of red as she
asserted her determination. However, she remained unaware that her supernatural display held
no sway over the seemingly unaffected Klaus.
Klaus, with a raised eyebrow, simply nodded towards the direction from which he had come. "If
you insist on finding him, go ahead. But I warned you."
Undeterred by Klaus's cautionary words, Stolas gracefully moved through the chateau's long
corridors, guided by the distant sounds of a commotion. As she approached, the muffled pleas
of a man reached her ears. Hiding behind a pillar, she cautiously peeked around the corner, only
to witness a scene that widened her eyes in shock.
There, Elijah had cornered the compelled man, who pleaded for his life. Stolas, torn between
the desire to understand and the horror of the unfolding scene, remained hidden.
Elijah's voice, calm yet unwavering, cut through the tension. "Did you intend to embarrass the
Mikaelson family with your actions tonight?"
The compelled man, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, hastily replied, "N-no, please! I
never meant to cause any harm. I was just speaking my mind."
Elijah's piercing gaze bore into the man, assessing the sincerity of his words. Stolas, hidden and
breathless, continued to eavesdrop on the exchange, the weight of the unfolding situation
sinking in.
Elijah, still composed, pressed further. "Speaking your mind is one thing, but this could have
consequences beyond tonight. You are aware of the delicacies that surround us, the intricacies
of our social standing. Do you truly understand the gravity of your actions?"
The compelled man, now visibly distressed, nodded frantically. "Yes, please, I swear it. I meant
no harm. I beg for your Elijah's expression remained stoic as he absorbed the man's plea for mercy. After a moment of
contemplative silence, he spoke with a measured tone that conveyed both authority and an
unyielding resolve.
"Your actions tonight, whether intentional or not, reflect on us all. The Mikaelson family has
allowed you to persist in your unsightly practices, but I must impress upon you the importance of
discretion and respect for our reputation," Elijah stated, his words carrying a weight that hinted
at a history of secrecy and guarded traditions.
The compelled man, now more composed in the face of Elijah's stern admonition, nodded
fervently. "I understand. I'll be more careful in the future. Please, spare me from any further
consequences."
Elijah, however, remained unforgiving, a flash of intensity in his eyes. "Consequences are
inevitable. Tonight, you will bear the weight of your actions."
In a swift movement, Elijah's demeanor shifted, and he bared his fangs. Before the compelled
man could comprehend what was happening, Elijah bit into his neck, drinking deeply of his
blood. Stolas, hidden and wide-eyed, witnessed the unexpected turn of events, her heart
quickening as the reality of the supernatural unfolded before her.
The compelled man, now in the throes of feeding, gasped in pain, his plea for mercy silenced.
Elijah's eyes glowed with a primal intensity as he fed on the man's blood, a stark reminder of the
darker aspects concealed within the refined facade of the Mikaelson family.
As the unsettling scene unfolded, Stolas grappled with a mix of shock and fascination, realizing
that the Mikaelson family's secrets ran deeper than she could have imagined. Unable to resist
the allure of the unfolding supernatural drama, she quietly trailed Elijah as he picked up the
man's lifeless body, cradling it with an eerie ease.
Elijah carried the body outside, navigating the dimly lit corridors with a purpose that hinted at
practiced efficiency. As he stepped into the moonlit courtyard, a guard intercepted him, his stern
voice breaking the silence.
"What's going on here? Put that man down!" the guard demanded, his gaze narrowing at the
sight of Elijah carrying the seemingly lifeless figure.
Without hesitation, Elijah met the guard's eyes, and with a commanding presence, compelled
him. "You didn't see me. This man had too much to drink and stumbled out."
The guard's expression blanked as the compulsion took hold. "I didn't see you. This man was
drunk and stumbling.A sense of both awe and trepidation washed over her as she witnessed the manipulation of
memories. Elijah, free from the prying eyes of the guard, continued his solitary journey, carrying
the body to a bridge overlooking a tranquil stream. With a decisive motion, he threw the lifeless
form over the bridge, the splash echoing in the night.
As the ripples settled and the water embraced its macabre secret, Stolas, determined to unveil
the depths of the Mikaelson family's secrets, chose that moment to reveal herself. Stepping out
from the shadows, her presence unfolded like a silent revelation.
"What is the meaning of this?" Stolas demanded, her voice tinged with urgency.
Elijah, momentarily taken aback by her sudden appearance and the directness of her questions,
scrutinized her. "Have you been following me?" he inquired, a subtle intensity in his gaze.
"Of course," Stolas replied without hesitation. "Your actions tonight demand an explanation, and
I intend to uncover the truth."
Elijah, now sensing that Stolas was no ordinary human, stepped closer, his curiosity piqued.
"What are you?" he questioned, his tone betraying a newfound awareness.
In response, Stolas's form began to shift, her features transforming into those of a majestic owl.
With each graceful movement, she grew in size until she stood before Elijah in her true,
awe-inspiring state—a magnificent, ten-foot-tall owl.
Elijah, his composure unwavering, regarded her with a mixture of respect and acknowledgment.
The air crackled with a newfound understanding as Stolas, in her imposing owl form, faced the
Mikaelson vampire.
Elijah, upon recognizing Stolas's true identity, couldn't conceal a hint of reverence in his eyes.
"You must be King Paimon. My witches have spoken a great deal about you," he acknowledged
with a tone that mixed respect and acknowledgment.
As their conversation delved into the supernatural, a passing guard happened upon them.
Swiftly adapting to the need for secrecy, Stolas transformed back into her human form, her light
brown skin concealing the raptor features that had briefly emerged.
The guard, oblivious to the unearthly exchange that had just occurred, continued on his way.
Once the coast was clear, Stolas turned her attention back to Elijah, her eyes reflecting a blend
of curiosity and determination.
"Paimon is my father," she disclosed, her voice resonating with a mix of familiarity and intricacy.
Elijah, acknowledging the familial tie, inclined his head respectfully. "Allow me to express my
apologies. King Paimon could never aspire to the elegance of a young mademoiselle such yourself," he complimented. With a graceful gesture, Elijah took Stolas's hand and placed a
respectful kiss upon it, acknowledging the unique connection between them.
"Now, I ask again," Stolas continued, her gaze piercing but measured, "what were you doing?
What had this man done that was so grave?"
Elijah, still holding her hand, met her eyes with sincerity. "This man was a witch, seeking our aid
relentlessly. However, his pursuits had taken him far below even my brother's standards," he
explained, his voice carrying the weight of both duty and judgment.
Stolas, absorbing his revelation, nodded with a thoughtful expression. The night, once filled with
opulent gatherings and clandestine actions, had transformed into a nexus of supernatural
revelations and a delicate negotiation between two beings from different realms.
Curiosity sparkled in Stolas's eyes as she inquired, "And what are your standards?"
Elijah, responding with a charming smile, said, "My standards, much like the moon above us,
are ever-changing and depend on the intricacies of the night. However, they always lean
towards elegance, discretion, and a touch of mystery—qualities that I find quite enchanting."
Elijah extended his arm, a silent invitation for Stolas to join him on a moonlit stroll through the
chateau's courtyard. As they walked, the atmosphere between them became an intricate blend
of shared confidences and the weight of centuries.
Amidst the ambient sounds of the night, Elijah continued to speak, revealing more about his
family's origins. "My family is originally from Norway," he began, his voice carrying the echoes of
a distant past. "Our mother, Esther, was a powerful witch who sought to protect her family. After
our brother Henrik was killed by a werewolf from a neighboring village, she sought a way to
shield us from such harm."
Stolas listened intently as Elijah delved into the origins of their family's thirst for blood, a tale
woven with tragedy and the desperate pursuit of survival. The moon overhead bore witness to
their conversation, casting a silvery glow on the courtyard.
"Our mother's attempt to safeguard us took a dark turn," Elijah continued, his eyes reflecting a
mixture of remorse and acceptance. "She used a spell to make us vampires, instilling within us
the need for blood to survive. It was an unintended consequence of her grief and determination
to protect what remained of our family."
Stolas, absorbing the weight of Elijah's revelations about his family's history, felt a sense of
kinship in the complexities of their supernatural heritage. She offered a sympathetic nod as they
continued their moonlit stroll, she found herself compelled to share a glimpse of her own origins"My own father, King Paimon, has many children," Stolas confided, her voice carrying a hint of
both pride and uncertainty. "I'm not quite certain if he would go to such lengths to protect us."
Elijah stopped, his eyes meeting hers in the moonlit courtyard. A thoughtful expression crossed
his face before he replied with a charming smile, "Fathers, it seems, have their own unique
ways of expressing love and protection."
In that moment, under the celestial glow, the Mikaelson vampire and the offspring of King
Paimon found a connection that transcended their supernatural differences. The night held
within it a shared understanding of the complexities of family and the delicate threads that
bound them across realms and time.
Stolas, her curiosity piqued, couldn't resist delving further into the intricacies of vampire
existence. As they continued their moonlit walk, she questioned Elijah about the powers he
gained from the blood.
"So, what powers do you gain from the blood?" Stolas inquired, her eyes reflecting a mix of
fascination and inquiry.
Elijah, with a thoughtful expression, began to list the supernatural attributes. "Strength, speed,
healing, and immortality," he stated, the weight of centuries evident in his words.
Stolas, intrigued by the revelation of Elijah's vampiric abilities, couldn't help but question further.
"Immortality? Really? Your mother must be very powerful," she remarked, a mixture of curiosity
and admiration in her voice.
Elijah's expression darkened momentarily as he revealed, "She was powerful. My brother..." He
paused, the weight of unspoken history lingering in the night air, "...Niklaus took her from me."
Stolas, realizing the weight of her words, quickly offered her apologies. "I'm sorry to hear that,"
she said, her eyes reflecting empathy.
Elijah, brushing aside the somber moment, replied with a solemn nod. "Yet, I still travel with him.
Always and forever."
Stolas looked at him puzzled, sensing the depth of familial loyalty but not fully comprehending
the complexities of the Mikaelson bond. Elijah, sensing her confusion, redirected the
conversation.
"Enough about that," he declared, steering the discussion away from the shadows of the past.
"Tell me, how do you pass the time in hell?"
Stolas, her gaze turning skyward, shared a glimpse of her existence. "I look for prophecies in
the starsElijah, intrigued by her unique pursuit, responded with genuine interest. "Astronomy? How
delightful. The celestial realm has its own language, a silent poetry written across the canvas of
the night sky. "
"They reveal glimpses of the future and echoes of the past," Stolas added, her eyes reflecting
the depth of her cosmic knowledge.
Elijah, a spark of fascination in his eyes, confessed, "I always wished to learn about the stars.
Immortality affords me a considerable amount of time to do so."
Stolas, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, responded, "I can teach you."
"Thank you," Elijah replied with a genuine smile, appreciating the opportunity to delve into the
mysteries of the celestial realm.
She wasted no time and immediately began their impromptu lesson. "Look, that's Aquila," she
pointed out, and Elijah followed her direction, his finger hovering over a particular cluster of
stars.
"That one?'' he questioned.
She gently adjusted his hand, saying, "Yes, it's an eagle. Do you see it?"
Elijah, captivated by her guidance, acknowledged, "Yes, it does resemble an eagle, doesn't it?"
Stolas continued, "Its brightest star is Altair." Elijah repeated the name, Altair, committing it to
memory as he gazed at the star.
He stole a glance at her, noticing the blue sparkle in her eyes as she passionately shared her
knowledge of the stars. Entranced by both her celestial wisdom and the enchanting night, Elijah
found himself drawn to the moment.
Stolas, seizing the opportunity to share a more captivating view, took Elijah's hand and led him
to a nearby hill. "This way, the view is much better up here," she said, a playful excitement in her
voice.
Elijah chuckled, caught off guard by her spirited energy. "I'm coming," he declared, his laughter
echoing in the quietude of the night. Hand in hand, the vampire and celestial being ascended
the hill, leaving behind the chateau's courtyard for a panoramic view of the celestial wonders
aboveAs they reached the summit, Elijah noticed some of Stolas's belongings already arranged—a
collection of books, pillows, and a cozy blanket beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.
Intrigued, he gestured toward the setup and asked, "Is this you?"
Stolas, with a warm smile, replied, "I've come out here every night during my time here." She
then proceeded to clear the area, arranging the pillows with a gentle fluff, creating a more
inviting space beneath the celestial canopy.
"To think we've only just met," Elijah mused, taking a seat beside her as she held onto his arm.
They lay down together on the comfortable arrangement of pillows and blankets, their gaze
fixed on the stars above.
Stolas, with a graceful gesture, pointed to a cluster of stars. "That's Delphinus, the dolphin," she
said, her voice carrying a soft melody that echoed the celestial wonders above.
Elijah, captivated by her celestial knowledge, followed her lead, his eyes tracing the ethereal
shape she outlined. Then, she gestured towards the majestic form of Sagittarius, the archer
centaur.
"Ah, one of the zodiacs, isn't it?" Elijah inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Stolas nodded, her eyes sparkling with the mystique of the night sky. "Indeed. Did you know it's
the only zodiac with a weapon?" She smiled, her gaze inviting Elijah to consider the celestial
symbolism.
Elijah, intrigued by the revelation, replied, "That has to count for something, right?"
In the midst of their cosmic exploration, Stolas turned her attention to the zodiac signs. "When's
your birthday?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper that danced with the nocturnal breeze.
"December 22nd," Elijah replied, revealing a piece of his earthly existence.
A knowing smile played on Stolas's lips. "You just missed it. You're a Capricorn."
Elijah, responding with a charming demeanor, chuckled softly. "Well, I suppose the stars had to
align just right for us to meet tonight."
Intrigued by the celestial being's capabilities, Elijah watched with wide eyes as Stolas opened a
portal effortlessly. Impressed, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
Stolas vanished through the portal and returned moments later, carrying a bottle of wine. Elijah
raised an eyebrow, impressed by her ability to traverse realms. "It takes a lot for me to get
drunk," he remarkedUndeterred, Stolas flashed a mischievous grin and disappeared again, returning with another
bottle of wine. The two sat together under the cosmic tapestry, sharing stories, laughter, and the
richness of the aged wine.
After a while, as the night unfolded with shared moments, Elijah proposed a new venture. "Let's
go find Niklaus. I believe it's time you two meet," he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes. The
duo, slightly tipsy from their celestial libations, set out in search of the infamous Klaus, eager to
introduce him to the cosmic connection that had ignited under the stars.
Stumbling through the courtyard, Elijah and Stolas, slightly tipsy from the celestial wine,
embarked on their quest to find Niklaus. The night air echoed with their laughter and the
occasional misstep, their journey a testament to the unexpected bonds forged under the cosmic
embrace.
As they ventured through the chateau's grounds, Stolas, her playful spirit shining through,
suggested, "Let's go see if that body is still there." Elijah, amused and intrigued, agreed, and
they made their way to the stream.
To their surprise, the body had washed far away, carried by the gentle current. Stolas, looking at
the scene with a glimmer of mischief, turned to Elijah. "Well, it seems the night has its own way
of tidying up, doesn't it?"
As they lingered by the water's edge, Elijah began to climb out of the stream. Stolas, seizing the
opportunity for mischief, couldn't resist. With a playful splash, she doused him with water. Elijah,
caught off guard, laughed and turned around, a mock expression of shock on his face.
"Mademoiselle, that is very improper," Elijah teased, a twinkle in his eyes.
Stolas, her laughter echoing through the night, splashed him again, reveling in the spontaneity
of the moment. Not one to be outdone, Elijah retaliated with a playful splash of his own. The
stream became a stage for their water ballet, a delightful interlude in the cosmic journey they
were weaving under the star-studded canopy.
As Elijah and Stolas engaged in their playful water escapade, a guard, drawn by the commotion,
emerged from the chateau. He stood at a respectful distance, waiting patiently for Elijah to
acknowledge his presence.
Elijah, still caught up in the water play, eventually noticed the guard's presence and turned to
him. "Yes, what is it?" he inquired, his tone composed despite the playful atmosphere.
The guard, maintaining a formal demeanor, relayed a message from Klaus. "Your brother has
asked me to fetch you. He says he's ready for dinnerElijah, catching Stolas's eye with a subtle glance, chuckled before responding with a touch of
amusement, "Ah, tell my brother to come find me himself." His laughter echoed through the
courtyard as he added, "And perhaps inform him that I have more pressing matters at hand than
hand-feeding my little brother."
Stolas, appreciating the playful defiance, nodded with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Elijah,
with a lingering smile, watched as the guard, unsure how to respond to such boldness, complied
and made his way back to the chateau to relay Elijah's response. Meanwhile, Elijah and Stolas
continued their water play, their laughter and the gentle sounds of the stream weaving into the
nighttime symphony under the cosmic embrace.
"Can I help you find dinner?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'd love to learn
more about your feeding habits."
Elijah, appreciating the offer, replied with genuine warmth, "That would be wonderful, Stolas."
The celestial being and the vampire, still damp from their impromptu water play, made their way
from the chateau into the town. The night enveloped them as they strolled through cobblestone
streets, adorned with the soft glow of lanterns. The town, quiet and serene, offered a stark
contrast to the lively soirée they had left behind.
Stolas, her otherworldly presence blending seamlessly with the mundane surroundings, guided
Elijah through the narrow pathways. As they walked, she occasionally paused to admire the
quaint architecture of the town, her eyes alight with fascination.
"These buildings have a distinct style," Stolas remarked, her voice a melodic whisper that
seemed to carry the weight of centuries. "Notice the thick walls and small windows? They're
designed to withstand the tests of time and perhaps offer a bit of sanctuary from the world
outside. You and I will be able to see if they hold up."
Elijah, intrigued by her insight, nodded appreciatively. "Indeed, the craftsmanship is
remarkable."
Stolas, eyes gleaming with curiosity, gestured towards a set of rounded arches. "And look there,
the rounded arches. Is this different from Norway?" she inquired.
Elijah considered her question, a hint of nostalgia in his gaze. "Yes, it is. In Norway, we primarily
used wood, maybe because we hadn't cut down all our trees yet." He chuckled at the thought of
his homeland.
As they continued their stroll, Elijah directed her attention to a lone figure in the distance. "Look
over there," he said, pointing. Stolas followed his gaze, and Elijah added with a touch of
concern, "He seems all alone.Stolas, her ethereal presence radiating assurance, responded to Elijah's concern. "Does that
matter? You're so powerful; I'm sure you would be able to handle any situation that would arise."
Elijah, appreciating her perspective, softly replied, "I like to be discreet. The rest of my family,
not so much."
He took her hand, and together they approached the lone man. Elijah, ever the diplomat, offered
a friendly greeting. "Lovely night, isn't it?"
The man, seemingly uninterested, responded with a nonchalant "Sure," and continued about his
business. Elijah, hoping for a more engaging interaction, looked to Stolas, silently urging her to
join the conversation.
Stolas, with a charm that transcended time, spoke to the man, "The stars are aligned in your
favor tonight."
He paused, raising an eyebrow. "What are you on about? Are you a witch? Tell me now."
Sensing the tension in the air, Elijah, with a subtle yet commanding movement, approached the
man. In hushed tones, he spoke with an authority that cut through the night's stillness. "You
didn't mean to question her, and you will address her with the courtesy she deserves."
The man's demeanor shifted abruptly, as if a spell had been cast over him. "I apologize, miss. I
didn't mean to question you. The stars, of course, are always in alignment with your grace," he
said, his tone now laced with deference.
Stolas, impressed by the display, clapped her hands and remarked, "That's a wonderful trick.
How do you do that?"
Elijah, with a serious expression, corrected her, "It's not a trick. My family and anyone we sire
can do this. We can also sire those we've turned."
Stolas, contemplating the implications, commented, "That must be very useful."
Elijah nodded solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of their existence. "It is."
The man, his eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and concern, looked up at the night sky and
commented, "The stars are beautiful. Now, can I please go?"
Elijah, his expression turning serious, stopped smiling. "No," he declared with unwavering
authority. "I want you to invite us into your home."
Reluctantly, the man complied, leading them through the dimly lit streets to his modest dwelling.
The creaking door opened to reveal a run-down home, a stark contrast to the opulence they left behind at the social gathering. Stolas, taking in the humble surroundings, expressed
sympathy, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the disparities between the fortunate and
the less privileged.
"Oh my," she murmured softly, "others are not so fortunate."
Elijah, acknowledging the stark reality of their existence, responded, "No." Gazing at the man,
he inquired further, "Do you have family?"
The man, his eyes reflecting a lonely truth, replied with a quiet, "No."
Elijah exchanged a nod with Stolas, an unspoken understanding passing between them. With a
calm yet chilling demeanor, Elijah turned back to the man. "Do not be afraid, and do not
scream."
As the night's stillness enveloped them, an eerie quiet settling over the run-down home, Elijah's
actions unfolded with a somber grace. He approached the man and, with a deliberate and
controlled movement, sank his fangs into the man's neck, drinking his blood. The air grew thick
with the weight of supernatural forces, weaving an intricate dance between the living and the
undead.
After having his fill, he withdrew from the man's neck with a calculated precision. He retrieved a
handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth, ensuring no traces of blood lingered. As he
did so, he cast a glance at Stolas, who observed the scene with a mix of fascination and
appreciation.
Noticing a droplet of blood in Stolas's long, wavy hair, Elijah's expression shifted to a rare
moment of remorse. "My apologies," he said, a tinge of regret in his voice.
Stolas, however, seemed unfazed. "Oh, I didn't even notice," she replied casually. With a
graceful sweep, she brushed her fingers through her hair, gathering the errant strands and
securing them behind her ear.
As the handkerchief was neatly folded back into Elijah's pocket, a sudden knock echoed through
the quiet room. Both Elijah and Stolas exchanged a glance, an unspoken understanding
passing between them. Elijah, maintaining his composure, approached the door and opened it.
To their surprise, Klaus stood at the threshold, bloodied and disheveled. The gravity of the
situation dawned on Elijah as he noticed people screaming and running in the distance. Klaus,
his eyes betraying a primal hunger, spoke hurriedly, "I tried to find you, but I grew ever so
hungry."
Elijah, recognizing the urgency of the moment, motioned for Stolas to follow. "We have to go,"
he declared, the weight of responsibility evident in his expression. The trio, bound by a web of familial ties and supernatural affiliations, stepped out into the night, navigating the
unfolding chaos with an air of determined grace.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone