Things Go Wonderfully Right..Or Horribly Wrong//Private W/Chogiwae //Closed

Elijah leaned against a tree, hidden from sight as he watched the human shuffle around for food. It amused him immensely, there was no doubt about it. Westly had picked the right berries by looking for what was eaten the most. Smart.

The vampire took another sip of the blood, lightly shaking the bottle, then put the rim against his lips again. They weren't very far from Lilith's manor. If Elijah knew Lilith–which he did–, she would have Onyx in the Room. No food, no sunlight, just plain darkness. Lilith hated disobedience. And Elyse… she would be incredibly close to his former mistress. Lilith would make sure to triple guards; she'd know he would try and rescue Elyse.

So going in and coming out with just Elyse wouldn't work out. He'd have a run-in with Lilith, and that was inevitable. So he needed to figure out a way to use Westly, as awful as that sounded. If he could get Westly to be a distraction for Lilith, Elijah could find Elyse. He could find her and leave, and… but she wouldn't leave, not without Westly. So that meant he would have to keep it from her, keep the fact that he'd brought her friend in the mess.

Her friend. Elijah removed the bottle from his lips and pinched his nose.

Goddamn it, there was no way Elijah would be able to live knowing he'd risked the life of someone Elyse treasured. He'd have to find another way to bypass Lilith.

(Elyse would most likely never even speak to Elijah again if she knew that Westly had died or was hurt so she could escape tbh XD)

As soon as the berries were picked and disappeared into his mouth, Westly moved on. The only sign that the berries had even existed was the fact that his mouth was ever so slightly stained the color of the berries. He seemed to be a little more awake, or at least rested as he continued on, this time eyes set on the ground. In the faint light, it would be horrible to try to scavenge for much more, and so plants would become his next best option.

He reminded himself that he was vulnerable at this time of night though, and if he wanted to avoid being vampire food, he would have to move quickly. That or eat in the morning, and he was damn sure that waiting until morning to eat was not a good idea.

(He knows xD It's a difficult decision)

Elijah felt bad for the human. He could live off of blood for a good while before it would be dangerous. The human could die from starvation even before Elijah could feel its pull on him. And he couldn't have him dead before they were able to rescue Elyse, so he sighed, capped his bottle, and set out to search for fruit.

He couldn't hunt; fire was not an option. But fruit was easily acquired, especially things like apples and other berries. A while later, he found Westly again.

"Here," Elijah said, tossing him the bag he'd filled with what he'd found. "Eat."

In the time that Elijah had disappeared, Westly had only found a small handful of things that were actually edible. He had given up and trudged back to camp, settling into peeling and cutting up the plants into pieces he could eat. It was far from enough to fill his stomach, but he hadn't been the best at foraging in general. Hunting had always been his specialty.

The bag being tossed at him jolted him out of his task, almost causing him to cut himself as he cursed. "So that's where you wandered off to. I was starting to worry as to how many innocent humans you'd murdered," Westly grunted, checking over his hand to make sure he wasn't bleeding, "My guess was at least five by now."

Pulling the bag towards him, he looked inside, hiding the look of both shock and surprise. the bag was chock full of apples, berries, and just-food. All things he absolutely needed.

(Let's forget about Elijah and Elyse. We love the hate relationship Elijah and Westly have)

Elijah rolled his eyes at Westly's comment, though a little smirk covered his lips when Westly began to check his hand for a potential wound. He'd already ate, so blood wouldn't have done anything, but that wasn't why he'd gotten amused.

"I don't kill needlessly," Elijah hummed, leaning against a tree, watching Westly with sharp eyes. "Only those who deserve it." the smirk on his lips widened. "Did you know that the more vile a human is, the worse their blood tends to taste?"

(They both mutually loath each other…I absolutely love it lol)
Westly rolled his eyes and pulled out an apple, barely glancing at Elijah, "Explains how somehow all the nice humans die." He polished the apple on his shirt, then set to work cutting it in half, then in slices, "So, exactly how many humans did you kill? Just have to have a rough estimate so I can make your death painful."

He started to eat the slices off his knife as he cut them, tucking the bag of food next to his bag. Westly didn't bother hiding his movement as he grabbed his stake and set it next to where he sat, going as far as to make eye contact with Elijah as he did so.

(I love it, too xD)

Elijah's eyes flashed a little before he blinked at the little emotion washed away. He didn't like killing humans. Just because he was used to it didn't mean he liked it. He began to follow the movement of Westly's hand, which enclosed around a stake and set it near himself. Elijah let out a little chuckle, blocking out what had once made him human.

"You think you can kill me. How amusing," he chuckled. "You know, I do wonder how you'll taste. Vile, like your fellow rebels? Or perhaps sweet, like how you claim your innocence? Too bad I promised Elyse I would bring you no harm."

“I take no promises that I am anything less than utterly disgusting tasting,” he replied calmly, going back to calmly cutting up his apple as he continued, “I assume killing vampires is grounds to taste disgusting anyway. Other than that…I’m not very concerned about morals. Or opinions of taste from half crazy vampires. Neither will help me or Elyse survive.”

Westly turned and made eye contact with Elijah as he finished speaking, taking the care to pop another slice of fruit into his mouth while doing so. He wanted nothing more than to stake this vampire and go about his merry way saving the one person he cared about, but if this bloodbag has promised Elyse he wouldn’t hurt him, then it was the smarter decision to travel with him. At least then he had some semblance of protection from other vampires.

“As for thinking I can kill you…I will do so even if it means I die along with you. But first we have a mutual interest in getting the most stubborn human around out of a vampire nest.”

Elijah's lips formed a taunting smile.

"You think getting rid of the world of monsters like me makes you a terrible human?" he asked, an eyebrow raised amusedly. "I assume that speaks for itself, doesn't it?"

He finally reached back into his bag to take out the bag of blood he'd been drinking from earlier, uncapping it and taking a sip while Westly continued to talk.

"The one who has her is called Lilith," he provided, licking his mouth. "She's one of the strongest, oldest vampires to exist. It's in our best interest to avoid running into her, but we'll be unsuccessful at any attempt because she'll most likely keep Elyse close to her."

Pushing himself away from the tree he'd been leaning against, Elijah capped his blood bag again. "Get some sleep, human. We continue at dawn."

The absolute last thing that Westly wanted to do was sleep so near a vampire. He couldn't imagine how Elyse could handle being around this bastard, or how she would care for him. If anything, he figured she was just oblivious to the constant look of impending murder in his eyes. When they got her back, he would make sure she saw it.

"And risk the chance of you killing me in cold blood?" He replied, raising an eyebrow, "Do you assume I'm dumb? I'll stay awake and plan out something. If anything, you won't kill me, but you'll have one of your bloodless buddies come by and do it for you while looking the other way.'

Sleeping in the woods normally was flirting with death, but this was sleeping while looking death in the eyes. He couldn't take the chance of putting Elijah more in charge of rescuing Elyse than he was already. Sleep would have to wait. No matter just how much he wanted to give in and get a few hours of blissful sleep after a long day of walking.

Elijah massaged his forehead, trying to get rid of a headache he shouldn't be getting anymore. Humans…

"If one of my so-called bloodless buddies come by, human, you won't be the one they'll be after," he said slowly, almost as if he was talking to a child, his red eye practically glowing. "I've told you thousands of times, but I suppose you're as stupid as you look, so I'll repeat myself. I require someone who is not associated with Lilith to be able to rescue Elyse. If I kill you, I would not be able to do that. If I wanted to kill you, I could do it right now. I could wrap my hand around your goddamn throat and crush it within a second; you wouldn't even see it coming. I could do anything to you. But I won't." He let out a low growl, his words a threat. "However, if you don't shut up and go to sleep, I won't hesitate to cut down a liability and find someone more willing to listen. Do you understand?"

"I understand fully, temper tantrum," Westly growled back, "Before I even think about listening to something you say though, I will warn you not to treat me like a child that can't understand something. Put yourself in my shoes, or even Elyse's. Do you really think we're going to willingly listen to a vampire that could kill us before we blinked? Use that big stupid head of yours and think. We already risk being killed just by being out in the forest, let alone with a blood-lusting vampire that swears they won't hurt you. If I take the chance of falling asleep, I risk never waking up again."

He glared daggers at Elijah, a move he clearly learned from the blue-eyed girl they both cared about. But he didn't continue arguing. Just grabbed his bag and set it on his lap, resting his stake and knife ontop before leaning back against the tree warily. For his friend, he would trust this stupid blood bag. Or at least he would pretend to.

Westly closed his eyes slowly, evening out his breathing to the point where he could hold the illusion of sleep, even if he wasn't. He just hoped that he wouldn't actually fall asleep while doing so.

Elijah rolled his eyes and followed suit, though he settled on a tree branch. As a vampire, he didn't require sleep. Blood fixed everything. It didn't mean he couldn't sleep, though. It was different for him, that was it.

But right now, he needed to keep watch. He couldn't afford to be caught by Lilith or her other dogs. If he was, it would be game over for him and Elyse. And he supposed it would be over for Westly as well, but he didn't dwell on that. Westly wasn't his priority; Elyse was.

With a deep breath, Elijah closed his eyes, intent on focusing his hearing rather than his sight to keep watch.

As much as Westly didn't want to let down his guard, he found himself slipping into a dreamless sleep only minutes after pretending to sleep. The walking had exhausted him, as well as the lack of food and the overall stress of trying to find Elyse for the past few days. He was human after all. And as proud of that fact as he was, it came with the downside of having to sleep and eat, all things that vampires didn't need to worry about.

He didn't care though. A few extra things to take care of in return for the ability to not become a blood-sucking monster was a good deal. That was his last thought as he drifted to sleep, the stake still clenched tightly in his hand as he did so.

"Hey. Wake up. We need to move."

Birds chirped in the otherwise lonely forest, and light streamed through the little gaps of the trees. It was quickly becoming brighter, and Elijah knew they needed to get a move on. He would have woken Westly up earlier, but he didn't; as much as he hated the guy, he needed his rest, and he was no use dragging his feet around. He also went ahead and scoured for some food, only because he didn't want to waste any more time than they'd already have.

Elijah lightly kicked Westly on the side again, letting out an annoyed grunt.

"It's time to get moving, human. Get up before I start dragging you."

Westly grunted as he felt a boot to his side the first time, shying away from the movement but not waking up. The second kick was enough to wake him though, a tired look of annoyance in his eyes. "I'm awake, bloodsucker," He grunted, stretching as he slowly woke up, "Elyse must get her pestering from you."

Shoving his stake and knife back into their places on his belt, he stood slowly, aware of every protest of his body from the movement. "Do I have any time to eat before you get fed up and just drag me along?" It was plainly clear how much Westly hated waking up, if not in his words, then in his actions. He didn't hide the annoyance or grumpiness, if anything he acted more annoyed just to be an ass.

Elijah snorted, then turned around to grab his little bag, which he hung over his shoulder. He ignored the comment he made of Elyse, his expression hardening again once he thought of how she was faring. He just needed to trust Lilith to not hurt her. He knew she wouldn't hurt her as long as Elijah came back to her. Which meant he needed to get her out of here, and fast.

"Eat on the way," he said simply, not looking back at the human. He'd been thinking of what he could do to get her back, and quite frankly… there was no other option than the one he'd thought of. "We'll also be discussing our plans, so you'd better be alert."

Westly slung his pack onto his back once more, taking the other bag still filled with food in his free hand. "Wait a little while before you start spouting out your plan then, otherwise I won't hear a single thing," He replied, pulling out an apple and starting to eat.

Yes, he was hungry, and yes, he could technically listen to the plan and eat, but there was a good chance he wouldn't remember half of it if he was trying to stay alert as well. They would have plenty of time to talk, he assumed. Who knew how much farther they had to walk yet today.

"Humans…" Elijah muttered under his breath, turning around with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't bother sparing Westly another glance; instead, he began to walk, knowing he would follow.

They walked not three minutes before Elijah heaved a sigh, turned his head slightly towards him, and said, "Eat faster. We don't have much time."

He wasn't wrong. If they continued walking without a break, they'd reach Lilith no sooner than in a few hours. But he knew that, unlike him, Westly needed a break. He didn't have as strong of a stamina as a vampire like him did.

Elijah had been right with the idea of Westly following, and he did so silently, only the crunch of his apple and his footsteps breaking the silence.

He scowled at the vampire as he was told to eat faster, purposely taking an extra slow bite as he glared at the back of the other's head. They may work together, but he didn't want the other to think that it made them friends or gave him the ability to boss him around.

"Explain your plan when we take a break," He replied after a few minutes, chucking the apple core into the woods before wiping his hands on his pants. Wasn't the most sanitary way to clean his hands, but worked just as well for what he wanted to do.

(Sorry about the really short response…)

"Are all humans dumbasses, or is it just you?" Elijah said, looking back to give him an annoyed look. He was clearly taking advantage of the fact that Elijah couldn't hurt him, and it annoyed the vampire. If only he hadn't made that promise Elyse… "Do you even know who we're up against?"

(It's ok!)
"Clearly I am, since I sided with a vampire," He replied, blank face as he watched Elijah give him an annoyed look. Westly simply shrugged though, adjusting his pack and following the other male through the woods. "Nope. I have no clue who we're going against. I assume they're a blood draining bastard like all of you, but that's all the further I care." He kicked a small rock that had settled by the base of a tree, watching it rustle the leaves as it rolled away. "Nothing more than that concerns me."

"And that will get you killed," Elijah shook his head, though he wasn't surprised. He'd been human once, just as foolish. He knew what human pride and ego did to their better judgments. If Westly did not want to learn, then Elijah wouldn't bother. If he wanted to die because he refused to learn the true nature of things like him, then he deserved it, and Elijah wouldn't bother risking his life defending a mere human.

But before he continued walking, Elijah twisted his head behind him and said, "Vampires do not attack for blood; we attack for the sake of war, and we attack with the same intelligence as you would. Reducing us to a pile of savages will only lead to your downfall. Isn't that why we're on the winning side of the war, and you on the losing?"

Then Elijah turned back around and continued walking, saying no more.

Westly rolled his eyes, "I'll take my chances with death." Through the years of fighting vampires, he had learned that thinking of them as any more than blood-thirsty savages gave them power. If he thought of them as some powerful being, then the worry of not being able to take them down took over. So he didn't think of them as such. It was much easier to believe them all to be the same, all able to be killed by the same means, no matter how powerful they were.

He trudged along behind Elijah, almost missing the next string of words. And gods he wish he did. A scowl crossed his face as he grabbed for his stake by reflex. "I will not argue about a war of survival with a vampire," He growled, "Elyse may care about your survival, Elijah, but if you don't shut your mouth now, you won't see her face again." Anger was abundantly clear in his tone, as well frustration, two things he had more than enough of. "The only winning side is ours. We win by doing more than laying down and letting your kind end us all."

A light smirk took over Elijah's lips, though he didn't stop walking nor did he respond. The human could say the same thing about himself. It seemed what kept them both together was their loyalty towards Elyse, and if they didn't have that, one of them would have already been dead the first five minutes.

"Lilith won't hurt Elyse," he finally broke the silence. He shouldn't have been so sure about that, but he was. He knew Lilith; she won't hurt Elyse, not until he showed his face to her. She'd keep Elyse looked after until she could use her against him where Elijah could both see and hear. "So, we will take a break to plan, and for you to recover your strength. We don't want you falling over before the real struggle begins, after all."

"You seem quite sure that Lilith won't hurt her, should I ask why you know?" He replied, frustration still brimming in his words, "And if she's so set on not hurting her, why is she there in the first place?" Westly was confused as to why he was just hearing this fact now, and he was equally as angry about that. If Elyse was in no immediate harm, besides being in a nest of vampires, then he would've had time to actually plan.

He slowed his walk down as he scowled at Elijah. As much as he wanted to get to Elyse right now, his legs burned from the constant walking, and he needed a break much more than he would say. Even stopping for a few minutes would be amazing.

Elijah released a breath and rubbed his face. Now he was asking those questions. He was sure he’d mentioned this fact before, but perhaps not.

“Because of me,” he finally responded. “Lilith wants me. She won’t hurt Elise unless I refuse to do what she wants me to do, and she knows I will do nothing for her if she hurt Elise in the slightest. I left my coven for Elise—“ not hundred percent true, but Elise was the biggest reason why left—“Lilith does not like to be insulted by one of her own.”

Still, there was a sinking feeling in his chest. What if she made him hurt Elise? He disobeyed her clear orders; she’d make him complete them even if he was in pieces.

He’d rather have a stake in his heart than hurt Elise.

"So why can't we just march up there, I hand you over, and Lilith tosses Elise to me? You'll be back with your friends, and Elise will be safe with me and the rebellion once more," Westly replied, glaring heavily at the vampire in front of him. He had no compassion or emotion tied to Elijah besides anger, and he would feel no more remorse if he had to hand over the man himself to get Elise back.

He ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated glare, wondering why he hadn't thought of the simplest idea earlier. "You won't have to deal with me, Elise will be safe, and we'll all go about our lives."

Elijah let out a laugh and shook his head, rubbing his face again. Being a vampire, he wasn’t supposed to get headaches. Being with Elise and Westley really gave him one.

“It’s not that simple,” he muttered. “Lilith is not that simple. If my returning to her would have fixed it, I would have done that right when Elise was taken. There are two ways that would go down: one, Lilith would kill you, which I don’t mind, keep Elise with her to keep me contained, and we wouldn’t accomplish anything. Two, I would have to kill Elise as punishment for my disobedience, which I’d rather not do. The best course of action is to kill Lilith, which guarantees Elise’s safety and my freedom, after which you can take her back to the rebellion.”

(Man-oh-man….Elijah…I feel you)

"And you plan to kill her…how?" Westly questioned, crossing his arms as he watched the vampire, "Let's just take a mental check of the forces we have. One crazy territorial vampire. One stubborn ass human. A set of wooden stakes and the mental willpower of the two of us combined. How do you plan on taking down Lilith? You said she's powerful, and I don't think she's enough of an idiot to be the only one we're going to have to deal with before we get to Elyse."

It didn't seem humanly possible for Elijah to piss him off anymore, but he could only assume that his next comment would make him rethink his plan to team up with a vampire. Either that, or he just had to hold out on his anger long enough to use it to kill Lilith.