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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Dec 6, 2012 13:09:24 GMT -8
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when the door of the Mystic Grill opened. It was fairly busy for the time of day it was. School had just let out for the high schoolers. Many of them had proceeded to head over to Mystic Grill. To socialize or study. Well, who were we kidding? Nobody really studied here, regardless of what was said.
In any case, the door closed behind the entrant. A certain Elijah Mikaelson. His enhanced senses picked up on every conversation going on. Most of it was idle chatter that he had no care for. The children of these days were a sorry bunch. So focused on pointless nonsense. Despite having lived through all the centuries, even he failed to understand how humanity could fall so far. It was as though a black hole had opened beneath people's morality and had slowly drained it all away.
Yet there remained a few people who were not bastions of lust and stupidity. Such as the lovely Elena. She understood the role compassion and loyalty to others meant. It was the ties that bound humanity together. Without it, humans were no better than none of the other drooling instinct driven beasts out there. Like vampires. Elijah cringed at that thought.
Elijah saw a few he recognized. He smirked and decided to let them make the first move. Elijah made his way through the restaurant to the bar. He made no attempts to hide his presence. It was time that Elena and her crew of associates knew he was back. Certainly Niklaus would be interested at that. Elijah sat down at the bar as the keep approached him.
"What can I do ya for?"
Elijah replied in a crisp and elegant tone.
"A pint of Guinness if you would."
"Can I see some ID?"
Elijah rolled his eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He activated the compulsion and spoke.
"That won't be necessary."
The keep nodded and fixed him his drink. Elijah put some money on the counter to pay for it and took a sip. His ears picked up on someone approaching. This would be interesting. With a small smile, he turned to face whoever it was.
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Post by IGRAINE MALLORY on Dec 6, 2012 20:15:20 GMT -8
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Every night it was very much the same thing. She danced so many songs, her feet ached from the constant movements in four inch heels. Regardless of the pain, stripping was actually quite lucrative. If it wasn’t for the insanely large debt that had to be paid, the young girl might have been able to make a killing just by taking off her clothes and shaking her ass. Dancing on the stage was the only thing she had ever wanted in her life…just not that stage and certainly not taking off her clothing. Igraine was classically trained in ballet. Instructors had once told her she could really make it in the business if she continued with her training. Life has a funny way of ending a dream very quickly.
When her father Darren fell ill, it was all on Igraine to become the bread winner for the household. Bills had to be paid, food had to be placed on the table and doctors had to be paid. The young girl even had to drop out of college, so that she could work. As a waitress, she never seemed to make enough money, but somehow they always paid the bills. Little did she knew her father was making deals behind her back with a local loan shark. It wasn’t until her father finally gave up his long time fight, did the sharks smell blood in the water. Threatened, they had threatened to kill her or worse, to recoup the cost of money that her father had been borrowing to help keep them afloat. There was no way she could ever hope to come up with the amount of money owed. The loan shark proposed an idea that would change her career choice and she would become an exotic dancer.
One final glance in the mirror; eyes looking appraisingly over her appearance. Soft brunette waves cascaded down her back. The fedora sat on top of her head and her light blue corset was hidden by the white button men’s dress shirt. Clicking of four inch stiletto heels on the floor echoed in the small hall that lead to the stage. She was on for another number. Already three songs in for the night and two more. That didn’t even count all the lap dances she had to do tonight. The young woman was already tired but the more money she made, the closer she would be to being free of this life and could go back to dancing for real. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself. It was all an act and Igraine deserved an Academy Award for the performances she did night after night. Freedom was worth the degradation.
Her movements were graceful as her hips swayed to the slow sensual beat of the song she had chose. Fingers stroked up the dance pole as she worked the crowd. It had taken quite a bit of practice to get to wear she was now in her comfort with being naked in front of strangers. The first lap dance she had ever given was so bad, she nearly cried. But now, dancing in the lap of a completely stranger was second nature…and she was very good at making a man believe that he was what she wanted, instead of the cash in his hand. One hand held on to the pole as her corset joined the puddle of clothes on the stage.
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Another set done. Work was over Moving back behind the curtain, clothes bundled in her thin arms, Igraine moved back into the dressing. Several girls were getting ready. Her station was small but met her needs. A few family photos were taped against the mirror at her vanity. The used costume landed in a small pile by her chair. Quickly the young girl changed and left with her money for the night in tow. Drinks. The young witch needed many many drinks to drown the shame of another night from her mind. The drive was silent over to the Mystic Grill. Her blue ballet flats padded against the hardwood floor of the restaurant and bar. Bee lining it to the bar, the brunette sat down with a slight thump. The bartender already was pouring her drink. This was a nightly ritual after her shifts at the club. “Thanks.” Her smile was gentle as she slid over a few bills, to cover the next few drinks she would have before going home.
Beside her sat a tall male in what seemed like a very expensive suit. Early thirties from the look of it…and attractive. An air of sophistication seemed to radiate from him…but then something dark as well. Curiously she looked over at him, her lips curling in a smile. “I’ve never seen you in here before. Are you new in town?”
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Dec 7, 2012 12:28:58 GMT -8
Elijah heard the person approaching. He suspected it to be one of Elena's circle of friends and allies. Quite an extensive circle it was. Full of vampires, werewolves, and witches. This little human girl that he admired so had the greatest circle of protection possible. Even his brother Klaus wanted to keep her alive. For different reasons of course. Elijah couldn't help but pity his brother. Someone who wanted love and a family. He just went about it in the wrong way.
To Elijah's surprise though, it was someone he didn't recognize. It was a woman of some kind. A lovely woman for that matter. She had nice brown hair and green eyes that weren't unlike sea water. Elijah smelled her. She wore some sort of perfume that masked much of her scent. Yet he could still pick up traces. Of alcohol and sweat. It was rather interesting.
The woman sat and turned towards him. She didn't recognize him. Elijah didn't recognize her either, but he supposed she was another one of the Mystic Falls natives. Well, it couldn't hurt to talk to her. Perhaps he could learn about the town's recent happenings without any bias from the supernatural posse. Elijah turned towards her with a small smile.
"In a manner of speaking. I lived here long ago. I've been back from time to time. Now I am back a little more.... permanently. My name is Elijah. And you are?"
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Post by IGRAINE MALLORY on Dec 10, 2012 9:03:10 GMT -8
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Her soft gaze felt back on the sharply dressed man. Just from his appearance, he reminded her of the business men that would frequent the club after they finished with their high profile jobs. But the thing with appearances, they were deceiving. Narrowing her eyes slightly, this one wasn’t like the other men looking to unwind, watching a pretty little thing shake her ‘assets’ on a stage. He was…well different. It was hard to explain but the girl could feel the darkness that radiated with him…and something else. Something that she just couldn’t pinpoint.
Regardless of the slight chill that moved down her spine, the small smile he offered her was sweet. His much larger body, turned in her direction; giving her his full attention. A smile on her lips increased. Listening to him, his voice was smooth and silky. He sounded well educated, definitely different than the men who she danced for. Elijah. His name was Elijah. So he had had lived her once before. Maybe as a child? Her head nodded in the acknowledgement of his words. “Elijah.” Igraine spoke out loud, testing the man’s name on her tongue.
Ever polite conversation, he asked her name in return. “I’m Igraine.” She spoke with a light chuckle. “My mom loved Arthurian tales, naming me after King Arthur’s mother.” Long ago, the girl knew her name was a little less than common. In fact, she had never met another Igraine her entire life. Her mother had always said she was one in a million and she supposed she was right. It had only been a few years since the young woman had discovered one of her mother’s secrets. The matriarch of the Mallory family was a practicing witch and that blood coursed through her daughter as well.
Finally taking a sip of her drink, her head tilted to the side, brunette waves flowed over her shoulder with the light movement. The strong liquor burned its way down her throat, in a calm tingle. The intention had been originally to throw back a few drink and go home, but something about him interested her. Why had he came back to the tiny little town? “So what made you come back to Mystic Falls? I mean there isn’t much here.” Giving a soft laugh, her finger ran over the rim of her glass, making it sing for them. “Was it family?”
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Dec 11, 2012 12:32:08 GMT -8
Elijah watched as Igraine examined him. It seemed she was sizing him up. Trying to see what to make of him. It was rather interesting in a way. But she would never be able to find about his true nature. What lay beneath the surface. No human was ever so perceptive. Though he hungered even as she spoke to him. He could hear the blood pumping throughout her body. The flow of the precious red liquid that sustained his life. It was so good. Salty and warm. And she looked especially tasty. Perhaps she would be a good feed.
Elijah decided that is what he would do with her. Have a little snack. Elijah wouldn't kill her of course. There was no need to do that. Just because his brother or Damon Salvatore were so ready to kill didn't mean he was. He was better than that.
Igraine introduced herself. She was right in that not many today had that name. It was interesting how she noted that her mother was a fan of Arthurian legends. Funnily enough, Elijah had been around during those days. He had never met the great King Arthur himself, but he knew well enough that legend had warped his legacy far beyond what actually happened. History warped many things. What was once a great story got exaggerated. Then it moved from exaggeration to legend. And from legend into myth.
Igraine took a sip of her drink and adjusted her postion. Her long brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders. It was quite lovely. Elijah would enjoy feeding from her. She wouldn't remember it of course. And unlike others, he wouldn't keep her around as some blood slave. It would be a one time thing and he would move on. Elijah had no respect for those who kept humans around as pets. It was flat out indecent.
Igraine asked him why he had come back. She made the suggestion of family, which was more dead on than she realized. It was one of the sole reasons he had returned. He would try to talk to Elena of course, but family was his main reason. Elijah wouldn't let them harm Klaus in any permanent way.
"Family... is a part of it yes. I am an historian though. And Mystic Falls has a very... rich history. It's very fortunate that I can be with my family and still pursue other ends."
In this case, his other ends meant Elena. The historian shtick is what he told most humans. He worked since he knew far more about history than most. Elijah had lived through most of it. He spoke very casually and yet still kept the air of sophistication. It was in his every move.
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Post by IGRAINE MALLORY on Dec 17, 2012 12:34:54 GMT -8
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There was just something about this man that she could not put her finger on. Something felt different. Of all the people in the Grill, Elijah sent a chill down her spine. Every fiber in her being told her that she should get up from the bar and walk away…no not walk away but run. It was if the spirits themselves were trying to warn her that this man was trouble. It was a curious feeling as she continued to look at him. He did not seem to be dangerous…but then appearances were deceiving. She herself did not look like she could do much damage to anyone. Igraine had the body of a dancer. Lean long legs, small petite torso, continuing up to an innocent looking face. No one would know that she was a witch, with powers that could kill a human or bring the average vampire to their knees. Albeit that her powers were not as strong as a practiced witch, she still held a novice rank, but was learning and growing stronger in her gifts.
As the girl studied him, he seemed to be doing the same thing. His calm handsome face stayed on her as she spoke to him. Dark eyes locked on her, making her shift on her bar stool. She was used to men’s stares on her. Their lustful eyes meant little to her. Elijah’s was more interesting. The intensity of his gaze was well…intense but intriguing. What was with this guy? Her nose crinkled for a moment as she attempted to figure him out and failing. Should she even bother. He was just some guy she met in a bar but there was something about him that intrigued her, keeping her in place and ignoring the urge to leave.
So she had been correct..at least partially correct in thinking that he had family in the area and they were the cause that he was here. So there were more people that he knew in town. That was one thing where the two differed. Igraine’s family was gone. Her mother had died many years before and only just a few years ago her father had passed on; leaving her alone in the world. Nodding her head when he spoke about his family, the historian comment caught her attention. It had never been her favorite subject in school but she had always liked history. “Are you an author or something?” She knew of the rich history in the town, even down to the vampires and witches that resided in Mystic Falls. Out of curiosity, she wondered if he knew about the tales. Surely he had read them in the old history books of the legends. Wonder what he would have thought if he found out that it had all been real? A slight smile curled her lips upward. “Must be fun to do what you like.”
The way he spoke of other ends gave her an ominous feeling again. Talking to him gave her a range of emotions, as if she were dancing a very dangerous line and had no idea why. Her fingers still moved around the rim of her glass, absently. He was far more interesting than her drink. “You staying in town, like permanently?” As soon as the question came out of her mouth she cringed slightly. How much of a busy-body did she should like. Next she would be asking way more personal questions. “I’m sorry, if Im asking too many questions. You’re interesting.” Ever the bold one she had no problem telling him that he was interesting.
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Dec 17, 2012 19:07:02 GMT -8
Igraine was continuing to try to make something of him. And continuing to fail. Though it was only for a brief moment, her nosed had made a small cringe. It was something that a vampire could easily pick up on. Elijah could tell it wasn't annoying her. It was... almost scaring her. She was used to being in control of a situation. The fact that she couldn't get a read on him was worrying her.
That raised certain questions about her. Many people had the common arrogance that they were in control of their lives. It was a defense mechanism in our brains. Few were the people who actually were smart and calculating enough to maintain control of everything around them. Igraine was one of these people to some extent. She wasn't a vampire though. Did she know of their existence though? It was entirely likely in a town like this. Yet even if she did, she wasn't taking vervain. Not that there was much of it left anyway. Much of the town's supply had gone up in smoke.
Elijah decided to not take off though. He could compel her if he had to. Even if he fed on her, she would remember nothing. Plus, he could find out what she knew about vampires. Or any other supernatural creature in this little town. She asked him if he was an author. Perhaps a test to see if he was being honest with her. Elijah would shut down this attempt with the truth. He gave a small chuckle and answered.
"Not really. I've published one or two obscure books but haven't really made a career of it. I find studying the history is far more interesting than writing about it. I just examine what I find more often than not. Mystic Falls will make for a very rich examination I think."
Igraine then asked about his plans for staying. She was letting her curiosity control her. It was making her ask questions that most people wouldn't be so prying about. Igraine saved herself by saying she found him interesting. Which wasn't exactly a lie. This little conversation dance was all quite amusing to him. Elijah gave another small chuckle.
"You are too kind. To answer you, I can say that for the foreseeable future I will be around. Unless my family were to leave. In which case..... I might find it prudent to leave with them."
Elijah left the exact meaning of that vague. He didn't need to share anymore than was necessary. Especially if she was already aware of his brother's antics. He didn't want to be grouped in with Niklaus's murderous tendencies by a stranger like Igraine. He wanted to form his own impression on people. Elijah decided to let some of his curiosities to be sated.
"If you don't mind though, I have a question of my own. How exactly did a lovely lady such as yourself wind up here in Mystic Falls? I don't remember seeing you around here the last time I visited."
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Post by IGRAINE MALLORY on Dec 20, 2012 22:22:18 GMT -8
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Still there was something about this Elijah that she could not put her finger on. Perhaps if she could touch him, she could get a better reading on him. It was a tough that would have to wait. It wasn’t like you just randomly reach out and touch a stranger…well at least not when she wasn’t working. Giving a light huff that a normal person would have just written off as a soft exhale of air, there was little else she could do. This man, this Elijah was going to remain a mystery. At least for the moment. There was something thrilling but a little frightening about the thought. So much more than the boring and disgusting men that frequented the club. He had manners and looks. Still she couldn’t help but wonder what was his flaw. The looks were too perfect. On top of the gentle tones to his masculine voice and his careful mannerisms. It was something straight from the Stepford Wives. There was no way he was so perfect without some kind of fatal flaw.
Still in the back of her mind,. It was as if the spirits tried to tell her to leave. Blinking, she dismiss them from her thoughts. Sitting here with him was completely innocent and she was certainly too smart to go anywhere with a stranger. It hadn’t been too long since she had discovered that vampires and other supernatural creatures seemed to gravitate to Mystic Falls. All the tome that her mother had left her had spoke of creatures other than witches, that they should be held with an air of caution. Werewolves were animals during the cusp of the full moon; slaves to its power. It was a curse for taking a life. Vampires were far darker. They were not to be trusted and avoided at all costs. Vile silver tongued creatures. Six months ago she had met one. He had tried to compel her, not realizing that she was a witch and was not subject to compulsion. Igraine did the only thing she could as he still tried to take a bite out of her, she used her powers to hold him back. Perhaps she frightened him, as he fled, leaving her weak from the large amount of power she used and gasping for her breath. Using too much power caused her asthma to act up.
He wasn’t an author but he enjoyed his history regardless. It only added to her intrigue. Listening, he spoke that he would be staying for a while in Mystic Falls, unless his family left for any reason. Well why would they just leave? The comment made her a little curious but she stayed quite. He seemed to be family oriented as he spoke about them with some form of loyalty in his voice. Nodding gently, she remembered what it was like to have that kind of loyalty. Still she is being loyal to her father, paying off the massive amount of debt with her dancing. “Family is important.” She nodded and quickly occupied her mouth with another healthy sip of her drink.
It was his turn to ask the questions. He had such a charming way of asking her, there was no way she could deny him. Silver tongue it seemed. Raine’s lips curled upwards at the lovely comment. So often she heard comments about her looks but they were crude and disgusting. His was gentlemanly and sweet. “I was born here.” The young witch began, turning more towards him, having been taught at an early age to look a person right in the eyes as you speak to them. “Depending on the last time you were here, I might have been in school. I was studying dance until the last year or so out of town. I used to be a ballet dancer.”
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