Elijah stood outside the door, his fingers lightly gripped the handle as if it was his only lifeline holding him conscious. He was vibrating with rage, annoyance, and stress. He still had not calmed down from Marie's barging into his territory and even laying her eyes on Suri with agony and fury. Annoyed, because when Suri had been speaking to him only seconds prior, her heart rate increased when he had asked her for the truth. She was lying, there was something else making her sick. She was basically laying there, looking as pale as the day he met her. Her eyes were smudged purple, and her lips had almost a bluish tinge to them. When he saw her his chest aching with an heavy emotion he couldn't quite place. It was like fury mixed with overwhelming guilt. That brings him to the stress, the cold blooded and skin crawling stress that plagued him. Marie was threatening the Convocation-- the grandmasters in charge of ancient supernatural law. Two representatives from each clan were elected to uphold the law between the seven groups-- vampire, witch, fairy, werewolf, shapeshifters, nephilim and cambion. They had a sacred duty to punishment anyone refusing to follow the ancient laws set when man kind was just finding their feet. He hadn't made enemies on anyone on the Convocation persay, but Marie was like the serpent who tempted Eve. She wormed her way into the lives of four Convocation members, twisting herself into their lives until she was almost impossible to wrangle out. He grit his teeth and made a small hissing sound unconsciously, infuriated at the thought of her scampering to them for her own personal vendetta. Refusing to fully blood a vampire wasn't illegal, but it was frowned upon and an investigation could follow after if she pressed hard enough. Elijah peeked through the crack in the door, barely able to see the sickly girl through the crack. What he could see was her shivering and rubbing her slender throat and wrists, wincing as she did so. That was when it happened. She pulled down the turtleneck and exposed the bloodied and bruised ring around her neck. It looked like someone had strangled and scratched her throat as if trying to tear her head off.
Tear her head off...
His entire body locked up as he stared, watching as her equally bruised wrists fell into view as she tried to hide them. Elijah hadn't even noticed that his hand against the marble wall was dug into the stone like it was butter.
This could not be happening. This could not be real.
Someone had to of seen these injuries, and the fact no one reported them to him enraged him, until he realized the reason as to why. He bit his lip, hard enough to draw a bead of blood from his sharp fangs. He retracted his fingers from inside the wall, trying to hold back any bit of sanity he had left as he took deep breaths to calm his shot nerves. The daylight shimmered around him like heat waves, bouncing off his body like they were repulsed by his existence. He pushed himself away from the door, rubbing his eyes and burying his fingers in his ebony hair.
"Fuck." He muttered, the only word he could muster as he felt something warm run down his cheek. He pulled his hands away, expecting to see blood from puncturing his skin on accident but instead a clear liquid was on his skin. There were actual tears running down his cheeks from the tsunami of emotions he was riding on. Its like he was on a neverending roller coaster of emotions and memories spilling over him like a waterfall falling in the basin below.
"This can't be real. This can't be happening." He was staring at the tear in disillusion, bewildered by the act of vulnerability his body was showing. He cringed and held back more tears, his eyes burning with sadness and pain. He shoved himself away from the door, feeling the pane of glass to the sea pressed against his back. He barely felt the cold of the glass from the burning in his stomach and chest.
"Zio?" The voice pulled him from his disbelief and snapped him back into reality. He turned over to face a stone faced Luca. Even though he was trying to unceremoniously stay straight faced, his eyes spoke volumes of worry for his uncle.
"What is it?" He straightedge himself and put back on a emotionless mask to hide his turbulent feelings. The two stood in silence for a moment, almost as like they were in complete understanding of each other.
"Is everything okay?" His question was almost enough to shatter Elijah on the spot but after millenia of handling grief her stayed stoic.
"Yes," He lied, "Just drained from Marie's disturbance." It came out as a growl and Luca shrunk at his uncle's snapping tone.
"I am sorry. I have informed the staff to ban her from the premises. I've also started to contact trusted witches we have worked with in the past to create a barrier to keep her out."
"The Convocation would make us take it down since she is my creation."
"A disowned creation because of familial first degree murder," Luca was not boiling, "The Convocation has a law against creations murdering or harming family without the creators consent."
"That may save us temporarily but that does not protect Suri if she leaves the house." It was almost like they had a idea click together at the same time-- their braincells linked together for moment.
"You could--" Elijah shook his head violently at the notion in the air, as if he was trying to swat it from the air with his head.
"No I am not putting her under my name." Luca stared at his uncle like he had three heads.
"Why?" Elijah was red faced with embarrassment and shock.
"I made a rule that she may not have relations with any man in the house. Without rules we devolve into anarchy." Luca raised one slender brow at his uncle's desperate plea.
"You know that was never going to stick." Elijah was sputtering and trying to cover himself, his walls completely crumbling around him.
"Marie will just come after her. I am not going to lose Sara--" He bit the inside of his cheek, horrified by his works. Beams of light danced around the two unearthly beings, almost like shimmering ghosts of the past floating around them.
"Sara wouldn't want you to stay lonely forever. She never wanted you to be sad a day in your life," His words cut deeper than any blade had pierced Elijah before. He knew he spoke the truth. He knew Sara was trying to send him messages from the other side. He spent centuries commissioning necromancer and psychics to speak to his departed wife to no avail. Now, after six hundred years of silence she was sending him messages brighter than the Las Vegas strip. All of them were contained in the sickly copy cat sitting in the room before them, unaware of what her presence and existence meant to the four thousand year old husk of a man.