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Chapter One Hundred & Six
Everyone that had been captured and used by Eva were alright, but Rebekah still felt the link to this children and Josephine.
That was one of the reasons why she wanted to stay in Eva's body. But she also wanted to be a witch for a while, she wanted to help bring Kol back.
Freya had officially been accepted into the witches' of New Orleans, as had I. I had asked Josephine why she would bring me into the family they had, and she said that it was because I had put others above myself. I had put the lives of the young witches, Josephine,, and Rebekah above my own safety. So, now, I had a large pendant around my neck, and the backing of the same witches that only a little over a year before, I had threatened. They had forgiven me, and I was happy that they had. They didn't care that I was a hybrid, they cared about me in the same way that the Mikaelson's did. They took me as I am, and I knew that, now, I had even more family members than I did before.
Elijah laid a hand on my waist, grinning at me as the rest of the witches clapped for both Freya and myself.
He made a comment on how cold I was, and asked me if I wanted his jacket, but I said no. I told him I was fine, even though that was a little bit of a lie.
During the small celebration that we all had, every single parent of the children we saved came and thanked me for my help, some of them even going as far as to embrace me and cry tears of happiness at what we had done. The gravity of Freya and I's actions hadn't truly hit me until I saw those children all standing in the room. They had been missing for such a long time, being used, and now, they were home. They were with their families, the people that thought they were gone forever. I could imagine what that was like, I had felt it before. I had been convinced that I lost Elijah, and it was enough to make me get rid of my emotions all together.
They would never feel that pain again.
Elijah led me out to the car, saying that he was proud of me. I simply smiled, saying that he had as much to do with the safe return of those children as I had, but he just shook his head.
We went back to our apartment, where we had gotten rid of my bedroom and made it into a library. We had decided that, since we were now together, it was pointless to have a room that was completely separate. So we just bought a small dresser for me and put it beside his, seeing how I didn't have a large selection of clothes. I hated shopping, I did it as little as possible unless I was convinced to go to some kind of party with the Mikaelsons. I slipped a few dresses into Elijah's closet, and just smiled at him when he said I should go and buy myself some other things too. He wanted to spoil me, but knew I wouldn't let him.
I poured us two glasses of red wine, which he grinned at and clinked glasses with me when I handed it to him.
"Cheers," he said, and I smiled at him.
I swallowed about half the glass, and he chuckled
"Slow down, darling," he said.
"I need something to take the edge off," I sighed.
"Why? Everything is alright, Roseia. You have nothing to worry about," he told me.
"Actually..." I bit my lip. "That isn't entirely correct."
"Is something wrong?"
I didn't know how to tell him. I swallowed, and he saw the nervousness in my eyes and stance.
"Roseia, if something happened to you while you were in Eva's mind, you can tell me," he said. "We can fix it, whatever it is."
"Do you... Do you remember seeing the blood stain on my shirt?"
he nodded. "Yes... But you were alright, so I didn't question it."
"She tried to rip out my heart..." I trailed off.
"And?" he asked, already seeming bothered by this.
"She succeeded."
Elijah's eyes widened a little, and he set the glass down. This was one of the only times I had ever seen him both afraid and concerned at the same time. "B-But... Freya said that if you died in Eva's mind, you couldn't come back."
"That's just it, I didn't die. She took it out. She held my heart in her hands, and after she removed it, I didn't feel a thing."
"Is it... Is it still there?" he asked. He seemed shocked by this information, which I had expected.
I took his hand in mine, touching it to my chest. I laid it over where my heart should be, and his eyes widened as he listened closely.
"You don't even have a heart in your chest..." he whispered.
"There's more," I told him. "When she did it, I felt... Something. I don't know how to explain it. It was like my power was surging. I think it may have been the ancestors, because I know it wasn't Freya. I think they..." I licked my lips. "Elijah, I think they made me an immortal. Not just a hybrid, but a pure immortal. Meaning, there is no possible way I could die."
"That was why you were so cold," he whispered. "Your blood isn't pumping inside of your body anymore," he said, taking his hand off of my chest.
"The strangest part is that I feel fine. I feel like my heart is still there, it doesn't feel like it's gone. I just don't feel or hear it anymore."
"Perhaps it was a gift from the ancestors," he said. "For going up against Eva and saving all of the other witches. Maybe this was their way of giving you a reward. Not allowing you to die."
"Maybe this will help us against Dahlia," I said.
"Hopefuly," he muttered, still glancing down at where my heart should be from time to time. "But I think we should consult Freya on this. Perhaps she saw something similar to this when she was with Dahlia."
I nodded once. "But we shouldn't tell the others. I don't want to worry them."
He only smiled softly. He stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at me. "Roseia, I hope you know that you did deserve that award today. You deserve to be a part of the witches of this city. Josephine was right... You care about others more than you care for yourself."
I smiled a little. "I would die any day in order to keep those that I love safe," I told him.
"You will never die," he said, reaching up and laying a hand on my left cheek, which I leaned into. His thumb stroked it softly, while his other hand went to my waist. "We will always defend you, Roseia."
"You don't need to," I said.
"But we always will," he said, leaning forwards to place a soft, but passionate kiss on my lips. he pulled away, putting his forehead against mine and keeping his eyes shut. "I always will."
I only smiled at him.
We both took a shower afterwards, together. In reality, we spent more time kissing each other than we did actually showering.
Elijah was such an interesting man. He was passionate, but not darkly so. He wasn't lustful, he was loving. He wasn't over protective, but he always kept watch over the people he loved. ANd all his life, he spent it protecting those that he cared for instead of truly living. He had told me that he was only truly alive when he was with me, and I knew that I felt the same. I always had. I didn't notice it until now, but I remembered that every time I saw him, my heart would skip a beat. My breathing would change to an ever so slightly faster pace. My entire body would feel electrified for a split second, then I would be calm when he was by my side.
We laid in the bed together, and I told him that I loved him. He said the same, and I knew he meant it.
Marcel had once said that Elijah liked broken things. But he didn't realize that when Elijah was with a person he cared for, he wasn't with a broken object. He was the broken object that was whole the second that he was with someone he truly loved. That was just the way Elijah was. He was afraid of losing those that he felt he needed, and I knew that it was why he had been so close with his siblings and so focused on the redemption of his brothers.
Maybe it was time that we finally lived our lives for ourselves.