29b. - Finding Marshala Pt. 2
“There,” the vampire said, pointing to the warehouse. “Can I go now?”
Nick and Elijah looked at the warehouse and heard screaming. “SHAL!” Nick shouted as he dropped the vampire and took off full speed.
Elijah appeared in the warehouse in seconds to see the redheaded witch Mary being attacked by Gwendolyn who was already tearing her throat out. His eyes searched frantically for Marshala but she was nowhere to be found. Two vampires headed straight for him. He immediately spun around, putting his hands through their chests and ripping out their hearts. He rushed for Gwendolyn who was drinking the redheaded witch dry and grabbed her by her shirt. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Elijah demanded angrily.
Gwendolyn laughed hysterically as she licked the blood from the corners of her mouth. “Ask your father,” she taunted. Elijah’s eyes widened in horror as he dropped her and rushed out of the warehouse. Hugo went running after Elijah when a large black wolf pounced on top of him, forcing him to the ground.
“Holy shit...” Leo said. He rushed into the warehouse to see Nick in his wolf form tearing vampires apart. It was mass chaos. Kiara jumped back as Hugo’s head rolled on the ground in front of her. Nick let out a loud howl before he pounced on his next victim.
Alexander’s face tensed. “... He was here...”
“Who?” Kiara asked.
“...My father...” Alexander muttered.
Kiara looked at him worriedly when she heard a loud snarl. She turned just in time to see Gwendolyn charge at her. “Thanks for sparing me the trouble of looking for you,” Gwendolyn sneered. Leo and Alexander got ready to attack. But Kiara ran past them shocking the hell out of them, as she met Gwendolyn halfway. Gwendolyn shoved her claws into Kiara’s side and Kiara winced in pain.
“ANGEL!” Leo shouted as he clutched his side.
Kiara tried to block out the noise and ignore pain. She grabbed Gwendolyn’s neck and wrapped her legs around her waist like a monkey. Gwendolyn’s smile quickly faded as she looked into Kiara’s jade green eyes. She saw an uncharacteristic taunting smirk on Kiara’s face. “This is for every LaFleur you murdered,” Kiara said darkly.
“What are you-” Gwendolyn started before her eyes widened. Blood seeped out of her eyes, mouth, nose, and ears as ../she started to scream in agony. Her skin bubbled up before bursting into bloody splotches on her face. A loud popping sound could be heard before her entire body caught on fire.
Alexander quickly grabbed Kiara, pulling her away from Gwendolyn’s burning corpse. “Kiara, are you okay?” Alexander said, putting her down. He looked at her in shock as she dropped Gwendolyn’s bloody, deformed head to the ground.
“More than okay...” Kiara said. She looked up at him with a content smile as her eyes flickered between brown and green.
“Have a good night, Mrs. Ellison! If you experience any discomfort, make sure to call me okay?”
Shae hid in a thicket of bushes as Marshala slumped on her shoulder. They hadn’t stopped running since escaping the warehouse and she swore someone was following them. But she didn’t dare look back. She was terrified that Marshala wasn’t going to make it. She saw a woman standing outside a clinic waving off a patient. “We’re gonna get you help, okay?” Shae said to Marshala as she held her up. “Just hold on.”
They struggled out of the bushes, praying they wouldn’t be seen by any unfriendly faces. “Please! Please help us!” Shae called out to the woman before she could walk back inside.
When the woman turned around and saw Shae and Marshala, her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?!” she said, running towards them.
“My friend is hurt really badly. Please help us!” Shae pleaded.
The woman came to Marshala’s side and helped her up. “Hurry. Let’s get her inside,” the woman said.
Marshala could hear beeping as she slowly opened her eyes to a bright light. She struggled to move and saw an IV in her arm. “Careful! Don’t move so quickly,” a woman said, coming to her side. Marshala squinted her eyes and looked at the dark-skinned black woman in the white medical lab coat.
“Hey you,” the woman smiled brightly. “Good to finally see you awake. You were pretty banged up when you got here. Your friend brought you just in time. My name is Dr. Gabrielle Johansson. Are you feeling okay?”
Marshala tried to blink the fatigue out of her eyes. “Yes, I… I just feel... tired.”
“That’s normal,” Gabrielle said. She grabbed Marshala’s wrist to check her pulse. “You lost a lot of blood. We had to do a blood transfusion. You seem to be responding alright.”
Marshala looked around before she panicked. “Shae! Where is Shae? Is she alright?!”
“She’s okay, don’t worry,” Gabrielle said comfortingly. “Minor lacerations on her wrists. I gave her an IV as she was a bit dehydrated. She’s just in the next room over.” Marshala breathed a quick sigh of relief as she relaxed. Gabrielle eyed her curiously before speaking in a low voice. “Listen, I... I don’t want to pry into your business or anything, but... it seems like you’re running away from something. I, myself, have been a victim of domestic violence and honestly so much worse. So, if you ever need any help or someone to talk to, there are several resources I can point you to,” Gabrielle said.
Marshala looked at her surprised before she chuckled. “I think you have the wrong idea.”
“Your friend came in with rope burns on her wrists, and you had a stab wound and chain marks on your arms. But again, it’s not my business. It would just be remiss of me to see something wrong and not say or do anything to help. And you especially need to be careful. Women are most vulnerable when they’re expecting.”
Marshala chuckled as she gave Gabrielle a warm smile. “You’re honestly too sweet, Dr. Johansson. Thank you. I appreciate it, but- WAIT, WHAT?!” Gabrielle backed up startled as Marshala stared at her wide-eyed. “Did... did you just say I’m... that I’m-”
Gabrielle looked at her confused. “Pregnant? You didn’t know?”
“NO!” Marshala blurted. The machine started beeping.
“Please, try to calm down. Your heart rate is too high,” Gabrielle said as she turned off the machine. She helped Marshala lay back and grabbed her a cup of water. She eyed Marshala who seemed to be having a hard time processing the news. “I’ll... I’ll give you a minute,” Gabrielle said before she walked out.
Elijah had followed his father’s scent but still could not find him. Thankfully, Marshala’s scent grew stronger and it kept him on the path. He looked across the road to a clinic that still shined bright in the middle of the night. Marshala had to be inside.
“I don’t know how you can handle three men at once. I can barely handle my two who hate each other and must be freaking out right about now,” Marshala said as Gabrielle checked her vitals.
“In my experience, they tend to come together when they finally decide to truly put you first,” Gabrielle said. “It’s been nice having someone to talk to about this. It can feel a bit... maddening. When my friends and family found out, they thought I was crazy. Especially my brother. But they were accepting...”
“You wanna know about crazy,” Marshala chuckled ironically. She deeply exhaled and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe that I’m... preg-” Suddenly, Elijah came barging inside the hospital room. “Elijah!” Marshala said, surprised.
“Mon coeur!” he breathed out as he rushed for her. He grabbed her face between his hands and passionately kissed her.
A nurse came rushing inside. “Sir! You can’t just-”
“It’s fine, Nurse Allison,” Gabrielle said. The nurse nodded before quickly walking out.
“You’re alright...” Elijah breathed relieved, tenderly caressing her face. Marshala looked up at him and nodded with a smile.
“Hi,” Gabrielle said, catching Elijah’s attention. “I’m-”
“Dr. Gabrielle Johansson,” he said, eyeing her. “Yes, I know who you are...”
Gabrielle looked at him surprised. “Okay...?”
“You’re quite famous for the extraordinary work that you do,” Elijah said. “And… I read your name tag.”
Gabrielle looked down at her name tag and chuckled. “Oh. Right, of course.”
“Gabrielle, I need to speak to you about-” Marshala glanced at the door. A red-haired man with bright blue-green eyes in a crisp dark blue suit walked in. “Oh... I’m sorry, love. I didn’t know you were with a patient,” the man said in a rather thick Irish accent.
“It’s alright, Michael,” Gabrielle said. “This is Marshala. She teaches at Excalibur University in Massachusetts. That’s Ms. Sally’s alma mater.”
“Ah, yes... Ms. Richardson. The only decent Richardson at least,” Michael grinned teasingly.
“Michael, don’t start,” Gabrielle smirked.
Elijah looked at the man in the crisp suit and his eyes softened. Michael, feeling Elijah’s eyes on him, looked at him curiously. “Sorry... do I know you?” Michael asked.
“Apologies,” Elijah said quickly. “I... you remind me of an old... rather stubborn friend...” Michael gave Elijah a confused smile. “Thank you for your assistance,” Elijah said, clearing his throat. “I will be taking her now.”
“Excuse me?!” Gabrielle blurted. “She came in here very injured. She needs time to rest and-”
“Dr. Johansson,” Elijah said, looking into Gabrielle’s eyes. “We are very appreciative of your healing work... But you will release her into my care now.”
Gabrielle got lost in Elijah’s eyes before she slowly nodded. “I will release her into your care now,” she repeated before turning around. “Michael, we should give them a moment,” she said, grabbing Michael’s arm. Michael was beyond confused by what just happened. “Come on,” she insisted. They both quickly left Elijah and Marshala alone.
“You need to stop doing that,” Marshala said, rolling her eyes.
“There is no need for you to be at a hospital when you have me,” Elijah said. He tore a small hole in his wrist and raised it to her lips. Marshala hesitated for a second before she brought her lips to his wrist and slowly drank. When she had her fill, she pushed his arm away and wiped her mouth.
“Thank you...” she said softly.
Elijah watched her sit on the edge of her hospital bed as she tugged at the string of the hospital gown she wore. Marshala looked up at him without a word as he wrapped his hand around her neck to untie the string. He tugged slightly at the gown and it fell from her chest. She went to cover her bare breasts with her arms when he quickly stopped her by grabbing her wrists. He used the other hand to tilt her chin up as his bright blue eyes deeply probed hers. He could feel a heaviness about her.
“There’s no need to hide from me, mon coeur...” He descended upon her, his lips brushing against hers as he kissed her softly. His tongue caressed her mouth as he tugged her bottom lip down, forcing her to let him in.
“Elijah,” she said, breaking their kiss. She pushed him back and pulled the gown back up to her chest. “I can’t...”
Elijah blinked at her in total bewilderment. “Can’t what? Please don’t push me away, Marshala. Not now. Not when I need you most.”
Marshala looked up at him and sighed. “There’s a reason I ended this, Elijah. You hurt me. You took my brother away from me. I can’t just forgive and forget so easily...”
“How long, Marshala?!” he blurted. Marshala jumped startled. She looked up into his eyes to see blood tears forming at the corners, and it pained her to her core. Elijah rarely cried. “How long must you punish me for... for something that I have regretted every single day since?! How many times must I apologize before you forgive me?!”
Elijah’s voice cracked with pain and regret. His hands clenched and released as he struggled not to touch her. Marshala looked at him remorsefully. “...Elijah...”
“I have never... loved someone the way that I love you, Marshala. Everything that I do is just to get closer to you. Everything that I did was for you! For us! I didn’t-!” Elijah swallowed down a sob as he struggled to speak. “I didn’t... have to kill him. You’re right. I could have easily left your brother to his own devices. Not falling prey to his... provocation. But I... I was so angry, Marshala! I wanted to kill him! I cannot deny that. I cannot deny the strong urge I had to rid myself of the man who spent every waking moment trying to keep my heart away from me. Keep you away from me.”
Tears streamed down Marshala’s face as small sobs escaped her lips. She could feel his distress and it only intensified her own anguish. “Mon coeur,” Elijah said, grabbing her face between his hands. His thumbs wiped away her tears. “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did. How foolish and weak I was to let my anger take control. I hate myself for what I did to him. To you. For to hurt you is to hurt myself. Your pain is my pain.”
“Elijah,” Marshala sobbed as she stared into the eyes of a broken soul.
“Can you not see, mon coeur?” Elijah said, searching her eyes. “How I yearn for you? It is torment. This pain is indescribable. Without you, I am a shell of a man.” Elijah firmly pressed his lips to hers again, tasting the salt of her tears on his tongue. He felt an intense hunger invade him. He stood between her thighs and yanked the hospital gown down to her waist, completely exposing her upper half. She instinctively went to cover herself again, but he gently grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his neck, his kiss intensifying.
“Don’t, mon coeur, you are breathtaking,” he breathed against her lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to the edge of the bed until her breasts were pressed up against his chest. His other hand crawled underneath the hospital gown and slid between her thighs.
“Oh god, Elijah,” Marshala whimpered sensually as she felt his fingers graze against her slit. Her body shivered helplessly with delight. “You-”
“are madly in love,” he finished as he thrust two fingers inside her. She let out an orgasmic gasp. He firmly gripped the back of her neck, holding her still as his fingers deeply probed her core. “Obsessed... addicted. Helpless. Weak. Vulnerable. You underestimate the effect you have on me, mon coeur. I am nothing without you.”
He swallowed her words with another fierce kiss as his fingers worked inside of her, pulling her to the edge of her release. Marshala let out small gasps as she felt her climax rising. Her head fell forward on his shoulder and she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her scream. She felt her stomach tighten and her lower extremities warm over as she released herself all over his hand.
Marshala tried to catch her breath when she felt his finger lift her chin to make her watch him lick her essence from his fingers. She swallowed hard and quickly averted her eyes, trying to maintain composure.
“Look at me, mon coeur,” Elijah instructed her. She slowly turned her eyes to meet his severely darkened gaze. “Do you love me?”
“Marshala... just answer the question,” he said firmly.
Her brows furrowed. “... of course I love you... but-”
“No,” he said as he grabbed her hips, slipping his hands underneath her ass. He leaned over, pushing her back onto the bed. He quickly released himself from his pants and angled his swollen mushroom-shaped head at her hot, damp core. Marshala let out a startled gasp as she felt Elijah’s thick manhood thrust deep inside of her. Wrapping one arm around her waist as the other grabbed the back of her neck, he possessed her entirely.
Gabrielle listened with wide-eyes as she heard Marshala’s moans coming from the other side of the door. “Gabrielle,” Michael said, passing by. “What are you-”
“SHH!” Gabrielle hushed Michael as she quickly covered his mouth.
Michael looked at her confused until he heard Marshala’s moaning on the other side. “Are they-” he started.
“Yes!” Gabrielle said, covering her face. “Oh my gosh, this is so awkward.”
“Well, that’s just entirely inappropriate,” Michael said. “We should tell them to stop.”
“HELL NO!” she whispered. “You can’t just barge in there while they’re going at it. That’s rude!”
“How is that more rude than what they’re doing right now?” Michael asked.
“Excuse me, Mr. Beaumont. It’s not any different than you bending me over your desk at the main hospital in the middle of the damn day,” Gabrielle said with a raised brow.
Michael smirked. “But, darling... you loved it.”
“That’s not the point!”
“Did you want me to make love to you on the hospital bed too? We haven’t tried that yet,” he smirked deviously.
“Go away, Michael,” she said, pushing him down the hallway. “You’re starting to sound like Chris and Charlie.”
“That’s utterly insulting!” Michael chided.
Marshala panted as Elijah sank his fangs deep into her neck. She tightened her legs around his waist as her hips rotated, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Her nails clawed down his back as he held her sweaty body flushed to his.
“I don’t care if you never forgive me,” he said in her ear as he tightened his grip on her neck. “I will never stop loving you. I will never stop fighting for us.”
“Elijah...” Marshala sighed against his chest as she tried to keep her tears at bay. So many thoughts infiltrated her mind. Her body rocked as he deepened his stroke till their pelvises were one. She threw her head back and let out a desperate cry as her walls tightened around him. His eyes bled red as he licked her blood from his lips. Her perfect, smooth dark brown skin lured him in for another taste as he bit into her shoulder. She whimpered from the erotic, sensual pain that throbbed down to her core. His hands possessively clutched her buttocks as he came deep inside her.
Marshala took deep breaths as she rested against Elijah’s chest. He lifted her chin as his bright blue eyes gazed deeply into her dark brown ones. “I have all eternity, mon coeur...” He took her breath away as his tongue dominated hers before she could say otherwise.
Gabrielle cautiously walked into the room when she was certain they were done. She saw Elijah crouched down, helping Marshala put on her shoes. He looked up at Gabrielle and she froze in her tracks. “I... uh... just wanted to check on Marshala,” Gabrielle said. She glanced at Marshala who looked as if she was heavy with emotion.
Elijah stood to his feet and stared at Gabrielle. She bit her lip, feeling unnerved by his gaze. “How are they?” he asked suddenly.
Gabrielle looked at him confused. “Who?”
“Christopher and Charles... Natalie and Arthur...how are they?” Elijah asked again.
Gabrielle looked at him surprised. “Uh... f-fine? I’m sorry, how do you know them?”
“Because they are my family,” Elijah said quickly.
“Elijah!” Marshala said abruptly. “You can’t just-”
“She won’t remember this,” Elijah said, keeping his gaze on Gabrielle. “I just need to know something.”
Gabrielle looked between the two of them confused. “How exactly are you family?”
“That’s not important,” Elijah said. “Alexander tells me that Christopher and Charles are helplessly in love with you. Do you love them in turn?”
Gabrielle stared into Elijah’s eyes and felt a cloud hover over her mind. “With all my heart,” she said without hesitation. A small smile came to Elijah’s face.
Elijah glanced to the side as Michael walked through the door. “Is there anything else we can help you with before you leave?” Michael asked annoyed.
Elijah stared at Michael fondly. “You’ve helped enough, Beaumont.” Elijah looked at Gabrielle. “You will not remember this conversation.” He looked back at Michael. “You will not remember... me...” Gabrielle and Michael both looked at him in a daze.
He finally turned to Marshala. “Come, mon coeur.” He took her hand and they quickly exited.
“Are you alright?” Marshala asked. She stood in the hospital parking lot, looking over Shae’s bandaged wrists.
“I’m alive. Thanks to you,” Shae said with tears in her eyes. “Marshala... what did they want with me?”
Marshala looked at Shae and sighed. “You come from a long line of witches, Shae… The NOLA witches to be specific.”
Shae’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m... I’m a witch?!”
Marshala nodded and Shae’s words got caught in her throat. She tugged at her long braids. “If I didn’t see what I saw earlier, I’d say you were crazy... but...”
“You must keep this information to yourself, Shae. It is not safe for witches right now. Especially witches of our kind. Understand?” Marshala said. Shae nodded before she saw something rush at Marshala and tackle her.
“SHAL!” Nick blurted. He picked Marshala up in his arms and furiously kissed her over and over again. He could smell Elijah’s scent all over her, but he didn’t give a damn. He was beyond relieved to see that she was safe. “Oh god, baby, I fucking missed you so much! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Nick asked frantically as his hands roamed over her body.
“I’m fine, Nicholas!” Marshala chuckled.
Elijah glanced from Nick to Alexander, Leo, and Kiara headed in his direction. Alexander immediately rushed at Elijah and pulled his brother in for an emotional hug. “You’re okay,” Alexander said relieved.
“As are you,” Elijah smiled. “Where is your-”
“SHALA!” Peter could be heard screeching as he ran towards Marshala. Marshala just barely escaped Nick’s clutches to crouch down and hug Peter. She hugged him tightly and looked up to see Ava, Levi, Rhea, and Cole.
“Why are you all here?” Marshala asked, confused.
“What the hell do you mean ‘why are you all here’?!” Cole scoffed. “We were looking for you!”
“Oh, guys...” Marshala teared up as she stood to her feet. She embraced Ava and Rhea who were already crying tears of relief and joy.
“We were so worried,” Rhea said, sobbing into Marshala’s shoulder. Peter tugged on Elijah’s hand until Elijah looked at him and picked him up in his arms.
“I hope you guys didn’t wreak too much havoc,” Marshala joked as Kiara hugged her tightly.
“Melissa told me how to break the curse!” Kiara blurted. Everyone suddenly looked at Kiara in surprise.
“Curse?” Shae said, confused. “What curse? Are you all witches?”
“Ew,” Cole smirked.
“Hater,” Rhea rolled her eyes.
“Vampire, witch, witch, vampire, wolf, witch, wolf, vampire, wolf, witch, vampire,” Ava said, pointing everyone out to Shae.
“Ava?!” Marshala groaned.
“What? She’s already a witch. It’s not like she shouldn’t know,” Ava shrugged.
“She kinda looks like she’s going to throw up,” Leo said, eyeing Shae.
“Because I am! Oh god!” Shae blurted. Leo rushed to steady her as she vomited all over the pavement.
“Mortals are so gross,” Cole said with disgust.
“Are you okay?” Kiara said, handing Shae a tissue.
“I’m sure I will be once I wake up from this nightmare,” Shae chuckled nervously.
“Alright,” Nick said. “I think we need to get her home.”
“I’ll take her,” Ava volunteered. “I’ve never been to New York before.”
“You’re not missing out. It’s a shithole,” Cole chided.
“You have concerts there all the time,” Alexander scoffed.
“Perfect,” Elijah said. “Cole, you and Ava can escort Shae home.”
“What the fuck?!” Cole blurted. “I didn’t volunteer for this shit!”
“Aw, did you want to go with me instead? Already missing our bonding session?” Rhea teased.
“I think the fuck not!” Levi growled. He yanked Rhea backward and into his hold.
Cole rolled his eyes. “Fine...” he muttered.
As Cole, Ava, and Shae loaded up into Cole’s car, Nick gave Levi and Rhea instructions to keep the pack informed back at home. “Where are you guys going?” Rhea asked.
“New Orleans...” Alexander said, looking at Elijah apprehensively.
“Do you mind taking Peter back with you and checking on Evangeline?” Marshala asked, watching Kiara tickle Peter as he giggled playfully.
“Sure, we’ll watch the squirt... again...” Levi sighed.
“Excuse me! I’m older than you!” Peter snapped at Levi, sending Rhea into a fit of laughter. Leo hugged Levi, and Rhea hugged Kiara goodbye before they took off with Peter.
“You guys ready to get this shit over with?” Nick said, pulling out his keys.
“ROAD TRIP!” Kiara squealed excitedly as she tackled Nick to the ground.
“Kiara, what the hell?” Nick blurted as Kiara wrestled with him. Leo laughed hysterically.
Elijah strolled up to Alexander who was watching Kiara with amusement. “Alexander...” Elijah said, catching his brother’s attention. Alexander lost his smile when he met his brother’s serious gaze. “He was here,” Elijah said with warning. “We must be vigilant... Now more than ever, brother.”