I'll Face Myself (Deep Inside Elijah's Mind)
Nov 20, 2014 11:29:13 GMT -6
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Post by Elijah Mikaelson on Nov 20, 2014 11:29:13 GMT -6
*** Present Elijah .v. Inside Elijah's Mind***
***Play Song Whilst Reading***
Heel's clicked against the wooden floorboards, a pair of pristine shoes emerged from the darkness that led into two toned legs. Elijah Mikaelson. Dressed in his usual attire of a midnight crisp black suit. As though fresh from a shower, his skin glistened under the faint light of the lamp that sat next to the bed on a cabinet.
Frown lines weighed heavily on his brow as his finger ran along the side of the bed. The fresh linen on the bed was already beginning to become invaded with fresh sweat.
A body quivered as the blankets slid up the bed bunching around the frame of Elijah Mikaelson who lay unconscious, bewitched into a world that was his own past. Forced to relive his painful memories one by one. An endless cycle, his head rolled to the side wincing as his lip pulled back to reveal fangs piercing his lower lip.
Elijah rocked on his heels as he watched himself suffer the consequences of his actions. A thousand years worth of death hitting him at once. But this was his punishment, his redemption, his purification. Perching himself on the edge of the bed, he let his head roll to the side and crack "Quite excruciating is it not?" he spoke to himself.
A slight grin spread across his face "To experience death over and over...To feel each death as though it were your own" he added before turning to face himself.
Elijah's body continued to quiver and shake as he fought against what was playing over and over in his mind. A marvellous trick of his mother's, the first stage of purification.
"You're time shall come" he whispered with an almost mocking tone in his voice "You shall feel their pain, their hurt. Their blood is on your hands" he grinned.
Elijah stood up and began pacing around the bed, un-clipping his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows "With the beast inside. There is no where that you can hide" he grinned before slamming his hand down into Elijah's chest wrapping his hand around his heart.
Flexing his fingers deep in his chest he could feel Elijah's heart "Even the beast shall fall" he mocked before tearing Elijah's heart from his chest.
*** Deeper Inside Elijah's Mind ***
"You cannot catch me Elijah" a young Niklaus called out to his brother who chased him through the woods.
Elijah, twelve years old chased his younger brother through the dark woods playing a chase and catch game that they often played. Their father Mikael was of out on another hunt whilst their old brother Finn was by their mother's side.
"You're fast Niklaus...But not fast enough" he called out to Niklaus.
Coming to a sudden halt out into an opening, his brother was gone.
"Klaus...Niklaus...Brother" he called out searching for his brother. But he was met with silence. A mighty roar of thunder growled above his head.
Entering the clearing, he span in circles calling out his brother, but was met with silence. A nerve began to creep up his spine making him shiver, the chill in the air sinking through his flesh to the bone. Hearing a twig snap behind him he quickly span on his heels.
"There you are" a voice spoke softly, and Elijah span on his heels to a different area of the clearing and saw a man standing there.
Another might roar of thunder echoed above his head followed by a flash of lightning illuminating the skies above him, holding his breath as he stared at the man in front of him "Who are...you?" young Elijah spoke, a hint of fear in his shaky voice.
The man did not answer but instead walked towards him with a fierce determination that shook him, his hands shaking with a fear that he could not control. Young Elijah wanted to run, flee from the scene but yet he found himself standing still. Almost as though the man in front of him had paralysed him with a curiosity that he knew he should not have for this man.
Rocking side to side on his heels as the man slowly approached him taking small steady steps to stand in front of him "Do you understand?" he whispered softly.
But young Elijah did not understand as he remained silent, his body stiffening when the man in front of him reached up to cup the back of his neck to hold him still. Slowly the fear in his was building and he could feel his hand reaching for the axe hanging from his belt, a gift from his mother.
"One day you shall meet the monster shown before me" the man spoke as his eyes flickered to a shade of blood red, his pupils growing large and black. Veins pulsing underneath his eyes spreading to consume his face.
Young Elijah pulled out his axe, pushing the man's arm away from him and swung his axe at him to embed in his shoulder. When the man stumbled backwards a few paces, he grabbed the handle and pulled it out. With a clear look of shock on his face, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
Turning on his heels he ran from the clearing, his hand clutching at the axe in his hand he ran as fast as his feet could carry him.
