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

(Another time skip?)

[TIME SKIP: FIVE DAYS; DAY OF THE AMBUSH]

"You're with me, Dog," Maverick commanded, and Elijah had to do everything to make sure he didn't attack again. "This time, if you turn on me, you won't just be bleeding out for days. You'll be mine to deal with."

Elijah didn't respond. Instead, he strapped his sword on his back and moved out, hoping Elyse and her team was all set. He hoped Elyse hadn't gotten into trouble. Finally, they set out, all sixty of them, their vampire speed leading them to their destination within two hours.

What they were going to collect were ancient beasts, monsters that would prove to be far more destructive than the ones they currently owned. Elijah only hoped the Rebellion could stop them before those beasts were in the possession of the vampires.

Then they finally reached the East River and Elijah inhaled sharply, preparing himself for the bloodbath that would soon begin.

Everything was set in place.

A team of demon Contractors and surprisingly, one rare flame Contractor waited by Maverick's manor while Elyse herself led a team of rebellion fighters hidden around the East River. Putting together the ambush was easily the most stressful things Elyse had ever done in her life but now it was going to pay off. Both of the attacks would happen at about the same time, a fact that she hoped would make it easier to pull this thing off.

Elyse herself was with the team at the East River, hiding along one of the hills surrounding the valley. This was one of the biggest operations that had ever been even attempted, and if it paid off it would be a huge success for the rebellion. She crept along the line of soldiers, adjusting her mask again and counting over her stakes she had strapped to her belt. All that was left was to wait.

Waiting didn't take terribly long, the sudden appearance of vampires in the area below them easy to spot. All eyes flicked to her, waiting for the signal. Elyse was trying to look for Elijah through the trees though, hoping he knew what was going to happen as she flicked her hand and the volley of wooden arrows started. Right now they just had to catch the vampires off guard and kill as many as they could as she motioned for the rest of the soldiers to start the descent down towards the river.

This was going to be a bloodbath.

Elijah was the only one who expected the attack. So when wooden arrows began to rain down, he was careful to avoid them, but others were not so lucky. The ones flanking around him fell instantly, one by one, and Elijah felt pleased. For now, everything was going according to plan.

But Maverick was just as good as him, having heard the arrows being released into the air and dodging each one falling towards him. Elijah kept a close eye as he kept himself free of wooden arrows, and then the real battle began. Humans descended towards the river, their weapons clutched tightly in their hands, masks over their features. Elijah couldn't see Elyse, but he knew she was there. All he had to do was keep himself alive now, even if it meant killing vampires or injuring a few humans.

"Filthy humans," Maverick spat, wiping the blood off his cheek. It wasn't his, but of a vampire that he used as a shield. "Stand back! Let them come to us, and then tear them apart. We will have our very own free buffet."

Soon enough, the arrows stopped working. The rest of the vampires began to regroup, getting better at dodging the weapons. He just hoped the humans were strong enough to break through. He hoped Elyse was strong enough to break through.

Elyse watched as the remaining vampires regrouped and she cursed under her breath. She had stopped to find Maverick as the other humans charged at the vampires, watching the first human spill with anger. As much as she hated watching fellow humans die in front of her, she had to be smart. The first vampire she recognized was Elijah, his blonde hair giving him away. Right next to him was the next face she recognized. Maverick.

That sight was enough to get her moving again, though she slipped into the bloodshed to help fight vampires that had already attacked. It would've drawn too much attention to go straight for the bastard. Her blue eyes flashed as she made her first kill, saving the life of a human that the vampire was foolishly feeding on. Amature mistake, to feed when fighting.

After that things began to blur together. Humans and vampires alike fell, and when the archers finally descended into the valley, their crossbows traded for stakes, things seemed to be going alright. No vampire besides Elijah would make it out of this alive, Elyse promised herself. She found him multiple times as she fought, making sure he was alive. As long as he lived, things would be fine.

Instead of killing, Elijah went for injuring the humans that came at him. He kept a close eye on Elyse, making sure to subtly strike down any vampire nearly succeeding in killing her. With Maverick's eye on him, he couldn't do anything big, He just hoped all the other vampires were gone for Elyse to attack Maverick, and that the coven leader didn't escape before she could strike him down.

Slowly, the numbers of vampires were decreasing. So were the humans, though surprising they were in larger quantity. His clothes were stained with blood, the scent clouding his senses, but because of Lilith's punishments, he was able to resist. So did most of the stronger vampires. The others? They didn't fare very well.

Soon, it was just him, a few vampires, Maverick, and Maverick's two strongest warriors.

Elyse drove a stake through some vampire's heart, running purely on adrenaline and anger. She was well aware of her various wounds, but they didn't stop her from spinning on her heel and locking her focus on Maverick. When she had become the leader of the ambush, she had clearly specified that she got to take on that vampire. Plans to take care of his two strongest vampire buddies were falling into place as she pulled her final stake from her belt.

She didn't come for him directly, waiting until he was semi-distracted before starting to creep up behind him. It took only a moment for her to meet Elijah's eyes, to make sure he was alright, and to try to relay the message that he should run. All she could do was hope that he got what she wanted him to do.

All she wanted to do was make Maverick pay for that day so many years ago, but she told herself to take her time. Elyse grabbed a discarded stake from the ground, wiping off the blood onto her black pants and once again focusing her mind back on the vampire in front of her. His back was still turned as she made her first move. She threw the blood-covered stake at his back like a dart, hoping that it hit home and stuck.

Elijah caught the look in her eyes, but he couldn’t run, not when he was so, so close to tasting victory. When Elyse threw the wooden stake, Elijah hoped it would pierce his skin, but Maverick turned around in the nick of time, howling as it hit his shoulder.

Elijah, too, was momentarily distracted, which nearly cost him a good shoulder. But he whirled around, his double-bladed sword intercepting the stakes and saving his skin. At this point, the rest of the vampires fell back, but Elijah saw a familiar face dead in a pool of blood. The blind one that Maverick loved to show off. Good.

Despite his attempts at protecting himself, Elijah didn’t miss Elyse’s weapon finally piercing their enemy’s stomach and rendering him helpless.

"This is for my friends," She growled, launching herself forward and stabbing her stake into Maverick's stomach. It wasn't a killing blow but it felt so good to finally get to do that. Her blue eyes flashed with anger as she yanked out the stake again and this used her strength to dig it into his shoulder. The vampire was still standing, though not for long as she hooked her leg behind the taller male's and pushed so he fell to the ground. Now she was standing over him, hopefully looking much more intimidating now that she was taller than him.

Elyse had imagined being able to kill Maverick for years, played scenarios in her head and thought about what exactly she was going to do to him. Most of her plans had revolved around the killing blow being in memory of Elijah, but since he was still 'living' in a sense, she switched what she was going to say very slightly. "I wonder if you even remember trying to kill me," She hissed, twisting the stake further into his shoulder just in spite of things. The more pain he felt, the better.

"I know you remember killing my friend though, you know his name. I know you do." She was blind from anything besides her current movements at this point, nothing except making this death hurt was going over in her mind. "Want to know what his name is?" She spat, moving the stake again to thrust it into his chest only centimeters from his heart.

It seems all eyes were on Elyse and Maverick now with the way she was slowly drawing out his pain, the way she was slowly killing one of the cruelest vampires in existence.

Elijah, however, couldn’t move his eyes away from Elyse. He knew she had it in her. Still, the thought of the vampire dying out didn’t decrease anything he was feeling. Their friends were still dead. He was still a vampire. They were all worlds apart.

“I don’t… I don’t remember you,” Maverick choked out, his hands closing around the wooden stake impaled in his chest. Elijah lowered his sword. Of course, he didn’t remember. Vampires didn’t remember who they killed; they were decades old. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Perhaps he was calling for his vampires. Maybe it was Elijah. He didn’t know, but Elijah didn’t respond.

"You'll remember me in a minute." Elyse didn't bother prying the stake out of his hands, reaching for the one she had thrown earlier and thrusting into his chest in the spot she knew would puncture a lung. "You took everyone I cared about and loved away, killed them in front of my eyes. Except you didn't kill one of them, you gave him to a vampire, who turned him. Perhaps I should thank you for that since it's because of that I know he's still alive." She pulled out the stake again, well aware of how painful breathing had just become for the vampire.

"His name is Elijah," She growled, tightening her grip on the stake and delivering the killing blow. The stake sank into his chest, hitting heart Elyse was sure of. His final cry of pain was the noise that assured her that he was dead.

Elijah didn’t even realize he wasn’t breathing until Maverick crumpled to the floor. Seeing the dead vampire didn’t make him feel any better. Kayla was still dead. Edward was still in pieces. He was still an undead.

But Maverick was dead, and Lilith was next.

Elijah’s eyes flickered to Elyse and he nodded at her, his lips twisting into a smile, before his reflexes allowed him to catch a wooden stake coming right at him. He knew he couldn’t stay. So with another glance at Elyse, Elijah disappeared.

They’d talk when they were alone.

Elyse met his eyes after Maverick went still, a silent thank you flashing across her face. Besides Elijah, every other vampire had been killed, their bodies littered around with the bodies of humans. Now that her number one vampire to kill was dead, she knew that she would have to join the cleanup. It was always the worst part of any fight, going through the bodies and seeing the faces of friends and acquaintances.

Cleanup and tending to the wounded took well over two hours, though Elyse collapsed from exhaustion about halfway through. When she woke up, she was being carried in someone's arms, a small group heading back towards the base. Almost always, large groups broke up on their way back in case anything happened, each taking some of the injured with them. She just curled back into the strong arms and closed her eyes, sore and hurting from all her injuries. It was only when they stopped for the night that she got up, mumbling something about wanting some time alone. No one stopped her, the looks on their faces showing that they were as exhausted as she was and wouldn't care in the least if she didn't appear back at their small camp until morning.

Elijah was waiting for her, though he didn’t know if she’d show up. It had been an exhausting day; he wouldn’t blame her if she fell asleep.

But Elyse still came, dragging her feet, looking as if she’d collapse any second. Elijah didn’t hesitate as he moved beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her stand upright.

“You should have rested,” he said to her, though he didn’t look at her. “It was a tough battle. You did good.”

"I wanted to see you and make sure you weren't hurt first, sleep can wait," She explained softly, leaning against him as soon as she was next to him, "It was definitely tough, but worth it." Elyse glanced up at him, looking away when he didn't meet her eyes. Just leaning against him was comforting, enough to let her relax for the first time and think over what she had actually done.

"Thank you," She said gently, not explaining why she had said it. It was a thank you for multiple things, for everything he had done to help get the ambush perfect.

Elyse knew she would probably fall asleep against him right there if she didn't find somewhere to sit down soon, her eyes flicking around the darkening forest until she spotted a fallen tree a few feet away. It was big enough that they could both sit down, and it was big enough that it would be a comfortable seat as well.

“I’m okay. Vampires heal quickly,” Elijah said softly. “And… you’re welcome. Thank you as well, Elyse.”

He looked at her briefly, catching where she was looking, and then led her towards it. He set her down on the fallen tree, shrugged off his jacket, and draped it over her shoulders before taking a seat next to her.

“C’mon,” he murmured, holding her against him, “sleep. You need it.”

Elyse was aware her thoughts weren't completely put together, mostly half-formed ideas thanks to her need for sleep. When Elijah led her to the tree though and insisted on sleep, she shook her head. "I don't want to sleep..you're going to leave if I do. I don't want to go back to the camp right now," She mumbled, pulling his jacket fully around herself as her blue eyes flicked up to look at him.

It was tough to fight her body's argument for rest. She refused to give in until she knew that when she woke up, Elijah would still be by her.

“I’m not going to leave you like this,” Elijah assured her, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her waist. “You can sleep.”

He really wasn’t going to leave her. He didn’t want to. Just one day, just once he wanted to hold her close for more than a few stolen minutes. He wanted to forget that she was just a human and he was a vampire. Right now, they were best friends, nothing more and nothing less.

"Fine, you're getting some sleep too though," Elyse argued, the tiniest of smiles resting on her face. Her eyes flicked closed but she didn't fall asleep right away, one of her arms hooking around his side and the other holding onto his arm gently. This time she didn't even notice his lack of a heartbeat as she settled in, more focused on the fact that once again she was able to fall asleep with her best friend. For the first time in years to be specific. And it felt great to be doing so.

Moments later, sleep washed over her and she was out cold once again.

Elijah stayed awake for a little while longer, basking in the warmth Elyse provided him. He felt her heartbeat, heard it, as well as her blood rushing through her veins. Her scent intoxicated him, but he’d had something to drink, so it was easy to handle. He gently rubbed circles in her arm, helping her into sleep. He didn’t stop even after her breathing evened out.

Soon, he followed her into sleep, holding onto her tightly as if she’d disappear when he woke up.

Elyse slept soundly through the night, only stirring the following morning when she heard birds chirping. Waking up sounded terrible though, so she sighed and tightened her hold on Elijah, trying to fall bask asleep for even a few more minutes. She knew her team would look for her soon, but she pushed the thought away so she could focus on the fact that she was with her best friend. That thought was the one she wanted.

Even with her attempt at falling back asleep, she couldn't seem to drift to sleep again. Instead, she slowly let her eyes open, though made no other attempt at moving more than that.

Elijah had woken long before Elyse did, simply content in watching her and his surroundings. It was like a dream, really. He was so used to sleeping with the thought of her blue eyes as the last thing to think of, but here she was, curled up beside him, asleep. She'd grown so much, made so many more memories, and he wasn't even in the entirety of him.

When her breathing shifted and he felt her wake, he exhaled softly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, tightening his grip on her before loosening it slightly. "If I hadn't suggested the plan, they all would've been still alive. We would have still been together."

Elyse felt his grip tighten and she relaxed against him, listening to his words. "It's alright Elijah, you didn't know any of this was going to happen because of it," She replied, her voice soft and gentle, "We all helped plan it, it's not completely your fault. I wish I could bring them back every single day, or go back in time and tell ourselves that we should've waited one night longer, or should've left an hour earlier." The deaths of their friends was something she would never forget. It was something she blamed on herself more than anyone else.

"I was the one that made the decision to try and make a break for it when you all warned me that there was a guard change soon, I was the one that Maverick caught first," She whispered, reaching up and tracing her scar on her neck, the one from Maverick's sword as he sloppily tried to slit her throat so she would bleed out. "It's my fault more than anyone else's, you guys came out to save me." Talking about that night wasn't normally the first thing she liked to talk about when she woke up, but talking to Elijah about it let her get things off her chest. Things that she didn't like sharing with anyone else in the rebellion.

Elijah’s eyes fell on her scar, and he wondered how he never caught it before. His fingers gently traced it with ghost touches, knowing he was cold as ice, but still wanting to feel her warmth. It wasn’t her fault, he wanted to tell her. Going an hour early, or not going at all wouldn’t have changed anything. Maverick was a sick bastard. He would’ve done anything to put humans in their place.

Then footsteps from a distance caught his ears and he instantly stiffened.

“I’d better go,” he said quietly. “Your teammate is here, looking for you.”

Elyse felt his fingers trail over her scar and she wondered if he had ever noticed it before. His lack of an answer told her he probably hadn't, as well as that maybe she was the one to blame for their friend's death. It was a stretch to assume that, she was aware, but it was what she had believed herself for years now. Maybe he believed that too.

"Will I be able to see you again? Back in the woods?" She asked quietly, slowly detangling herself from him. The footsteps were something she could hear too as they came closer and she sighed, looking up at him with a sliver of hope.

Elijah looked at her and reached out to tuck a strand of her behind her ear, nodding, a hint of a smile on his features.

"Of course," he murmured, letting go and brushing his fingers against her cheek as he did so. "I don't blame you for anything, Elyse. Not even for a second. So, don't ever think you were responsible. We were children; we didn't know any better."

The voices began to get closer and Elijah, with his sensitive hearing, heard Elyse's name being shouted. He looked her again, drank her in with his eyes, then took a step back. "I'll come back for you," he murmured, taking another step back. "I'll always come back for you."

Then he disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Except, in his haste, he forgot Elyse was still wearing his jacket.

He didn't blame her for their deaths. Thank goodness. Elyse felt relieved when he said that, and when he said they would meet each other again. That was enough assurance for her. "Stay safe," She whispered as he disappeared into the woods, getting to her feet and starting to walk back to her teammate.

"I'm here, sorry I fell asleep before I was able to get back to camp last night," She said when she finally reached her teammate, yawning to make the story more convincing and turning with them to go back to camp.

They just nodded, seeming to understand. "Where'd you get the jacket?"

Elyse hadn't noticed Elijah's jacket around her shoulders until then, but she pulled it closer around herself, "I uh, found it in the woods."

The conversation ended there as they made it back to camp and then started back off to the base again.

Convincing Lilith that he had no part in Maverick’s death was the hard part. She never told him to obey him, he was just a part of his army. For letting him die, she gave a punishment she knew would break him; she made him drain the blood of human children.

Maybe Lilith wasn’t buying whatever Elijah had given her. Or maybe she was playing her own game, trying to make him slip and give her the evidence she needed. So on the third day, when he killed the third child… he couldn’t take it anymore.

He had to kill Lilith, but he couldn’t do it alone. So he ran off to find Elyse, hoping she’d still trust him and help him, because there was only one way to break a blood link; killing the leader.

Three days had passed since the ambush, and every single one of those days had been filled with things Elyse needed to do. She had been promoted since leading and planning the two successful attacks, and most of the rebellion was calling on her to try to set more up. In reality, she was becoming a celebrity of sorts.

As much as she loved to help the rebellion grow in strength, she hated how many more people wanted to talk to her. It made it extremely difficult to be able to get outside to see Elijah.

"I need a break," She muttered, walking out of her third consecutive meeting of the day with Westly at her side, "Tell everyone I'm not going to meet anymore until tomorrow." Westly had been more than helpful the past days, toning down his training like promised, but also setting things up and keeping people from bothering her. He nodded and walked away, leaving Elyse alone as she turned her path towards the base door.

Elijah's jacket hadn't left her sight since he gave it to her, and she rarely took it off, even on a hot day like it was. She climbed out of the base with a sigh, quietly closing the door behind herself and making a beeline for the woods. Elyse didn't want anyone following her, especially as she found the spot they normally met and sat down with a sigh. Whether she got to see Elijah or not, she needed some time to herself.

Elijah didn't know whether Elyse would be there at the usual spot where they met, but he still took his chances. He hadn't cleaned himself up, he realized once he reached, as he still had blood on his clothes. Blood of the little, six-year-old that he killed. The child hadn't been any older than Elyse when they'd all been separated and killed.

Elijah hoped Elyse wouldn't be there, that she wouldn't see him in this state–blood clinging to his clothes, on his mouth, with his eyes blazing. He probably looked like an animal. Lilith's Dog, as the other vampires liked to call him. But as much as he wished otherwise, Elyse was there, sitting on the log where they'd fallen asleep together, and looked lost in her thoughts. He didn't want her to see him like this. But he'd already made his presence known, with the way the twig snapped under his foot, and he instantly whirled around.

He shouldn't let her see him for who he really was. Before he'd met her again, it was so easy to succumb to his vampire needs. There was nothing holding him back, but now there was. Elyse was holding him back, bringing out his human side, and he did not like it one bit.