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11/27/2021 06:54 PM 

The Awakening Starter Post

 

Elijah Mikaelson
The Awakening RP The Resurrection | Mentions: Location: Beacon Hills, CA
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The shadows of a church shifted as a young woman scrambled to place what she needed in order. She didn't have much time and she knew that this would be her last stand. When Hannah Rodriguez sought out a resurrection spell she knew that other witches were spying. They had turned away from her years ago and strangely she found security in a vampire. She owed Elijah Mikaelson everything as everyone in her own Covent had turned their back on her. Now in Beacon Hills, California the young witch intended to repay that debt and bring him back.

She had so nearly finished the ritual. His form growing in the midnight blue suit she had placed within the circle. That was when the doors of the church began to bang. Her barricade wouldn't last long. All Hannah needed was a few more minutes. She could see his skin take form and become a light gray, turning healthier by the second. His eyelids still closed but he did begin to breathe. That was when the doors suddenly slammed open -- a harsh wind sweeping over the open lobby of the church. Hannah rose to her feet almost instantly, turning to defend what she started.

When Elijah woke up his vision was blurred. He saw the deep oak color of the wood ceiling above him. Blinking harshly he tried to focus his gaze and shifted to turn upon his side. There was screaming that soon came to his ear. He stretched his jaw, which seemed to pop his ears painfully. That was when a figure was thrown into a nearby wall. A woman then quickly ran up to him, carefully picking him up off the floor.

"Elijah, listen to me! The spell isn't complete. You need time to heal but I was able to bring you back," Hannah said, trying to fill in as many details as she could.

The vampire looked toward her and familiarity struck him almost instantly. She was a Spanish woman that he helped through charity work back in New Orleans. She was a witch passing through, but her Covent made it a point to leave without her. Elijah working to preserve antique structures supplied her with a place to stay while Hannah planned what to do with herself. Looking past her, he could see three witches who had been thrown to the sides, scrambling to get back to their feet.

"Look at me, Elijah," Hannah said in a tone between soft and stern. "You're not at full strength. I can stall them, so you need to run. You have to stay healthy or you won't get your memories back!"

"My memories?" he asked after a deep breath.

It was then that another harsh wind rushed past them, with Hannah stepping in the way to block it. The spells clashed between witches and she looked back at him over her right shoulder.

"Go! Go now!" she yelled.

Elijah hated this. It went against every personal code he ever set for himself to leave an ally behind to their fate. However she was right. He was nowhere near strong enough to take on one witch let alone three. He needed to feed before he could even think to do any type of fighting. He finally relented and reached for a nearby pillar. Finding the means to steady himself on his feet, Elijah moved to the side entrance of the lobby. This allowed him to pass through a side hall, past the dining area toward the back door. He could hear the crashes of battle behind him along with screaming and breaking bones. As much as he would have wanted to find someone for a quick feed and then come back it was likely too late now.

The truth was that he just couldn't move fast enough. Elijah's lack of energy made his movements lag, feeling like as if he had come out of a deep freezer without any kind of warm attire. He was stiff as his body was still adjusting to being alive again. Finally, he came to a back alley where a man was warming his hands over an oil can fire. Taking careful steps to sneak up behind him, Elijah reached out. Taking hold of the man by the curve of his head and the middle of one arm, the vampire extended his fangs and sank them into the side of his neck. When he began to scream in pain Elijah swiftly covered his mouth. The last thing he needed was for these witches to come chasing him down. The homeless figure struggled but the sharp dressed man managed to grapple him and hold him still as he fed. Finally releasing, the vampire pulled him toward the side wall where he laid him down carefully.

"A thousand pardons…. I never thought survival was always honorable," he said at a light whisper, tugging out a handkerchief to wipe his chin and lips.

Now… the task at hand was to figure out where exactly he was.
"Always and Forever"
 
 

 

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