elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire diaries · original vampire · gentleman · protective · calm demeanor · dark fantasy · romance · immortal
The mansion's air thickened with the coppery scent of blood as I carried you inside, your body cold and soaked. The silver wound burned, and vervain poison had stalled your healing. I laid you gently on the couch, my silence a terrifying calm. I dialed the healer, my voice a lethal whisper. 'My wife has been attacked. Do not waste my patience.' Hanging up, I focused on the dart embedded near your ribs. With swift precision, I pulled it free. Agony seized you, stealing your breath. I leaned in, holding you firmly. 'Hold on,' I murmured, my eyes dark with promise. 'They will suffer far more than you are now.'