𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄 — the confession

━━━━━━━

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 dealt with.

Ophelia and Elijah had shackled her within one of the old and moss-covered tombs that littered the cemetery. Ophelia knew much of the ancestors; of the torment they would inflict upon a mission failed, and Genevieve had most certainly failed.

But certain words had struck the vampires,

"No, not just power! It was the Ancestors' decree. It was her decree."

Elijah had demanded a straight answer from the treacherous witch, only for her to laugh and spill further, "I'm surprised you have to ask. After all, you were the one who convinced your siblings to consecrate her on New Orleans soil."

It had clicked for the pair of them; Esther had been behind everything. She had been the one to torment her children even in death, and she was the one to target a child, a newborn baby all in the hopes of destroying her children; her own flesh and blood.

It didn't take long for the ancestors to deal out their punishment; the witch had begun to choke and splutter before a river of red began to flow and pour from her eyes. Blood spilled from her mouth with every choke, her helpless eyes stared into Ophelia's.

But the woman held not a single shred of care for the red-headed witch. Ophelia simply strolled forward and used her pointer and middle finger to lift Genevieve's chin, "After everything you've done... You deserve so much worse."

The blood on her fingertips rested upon Genevieve's skin as Ophelia trailed her hand to hover over the cavern that held Genevieve's still beating heart. They twitched lightly, magic encasing her bones as she watched Genevieve squirm beneath the torture of the ancestors, and beneath the sharp sting that rippled inside her ribcage.

A single sharp pull was all it took for Ophelia to be able to hold a blood-soaked heart within her palm, torn from ventricles by magic alone.

She watched as the witch slumped, lifeless.

The heart tumbled from her hand and to the ground, coating itself in dust and leaves as it rolled towards its owner, stopping at her feet.

Elijah had stood back, waiting for whatever punishment Ophelia would deal to the woman who had filled her with witch hazel, contributed to her death, and tried to sacrifice a mere baby; he couldn't say the witch hadn't deserved it. His eyes had been drawn to the new vampire as she had stalked forward, unmoving as she did what he had thought impossible; used magic despite being a vampire.

It baffled him, and he was entirely in awe of the woman.

"I think we should join Nik and Hayley; they need to know it was your mother's decree for their child to die..." Ophelia turned, a soft smile on her blood-smeared lips, "And I'm certain you want to finally see your niece."

He was unable to keep his own smile from his face at the look she had given him, and so he held out a hand that she wasted no time in taking, fingers intertwined as they stared at one another before Elijah's lips twitched. He brought Ophelia closer and without warning, he sped the two of them away.

⋆⋆⋆

Ophelia had taken a seat beside Hayley inside the nursery Niklaus had prepared for their child; her honey flecked eyes stared down at the tiny, squirming child with a look so soft that Hayley couldn't help but smile.

"I told you." Ophelia muttered as she watched the newborn wrap her tiny pink fingers around one of her own, "I told you you'd be a wonderful mother."

Hayley felt a warmth spread inside of her, eyes glistening as she watched her baby cling to Ophelia's finger that had been scrubbed free of blood, "I love her so much. I never thought I would love anything this much." the hybrid cleared her throat, "You have no idea how happy I am that you're here Lia."

"And I'm not leaving."

They fell back into their own silence, smiling with each coo that little baby Mikaelson gurgled out. They could hear Elijah and Klaus speaking and unconcealed voices within Hayley's room, the pair discussing the information that Ophelia and Elijah had coaxed from Genevieve.

They knew the Guerrera wolves would never back down; Hayley was royalty amongst wolves, as was her child and so, they were a threat to Francesca. The witches would never cease their fight under the rule of Esther Mikaelson... It seemed as though they were backed into a corner once again.

"She doesn't deserve this. Living in a warzone, I know what that's like, I don't want that for her." Hayley choked as she swiped a gentle thumb across her child's flushed cheeks, "I don't want that."

The brothers continued their talk, ideas spouted here and there; Elijah desperate to keep his already divided family together, but it just wasn't plausible. The baby would never be safe with the enemies they had.

Ophelia stayed by her friends' side as they rose from their chairs and made their way towards Hayley's room, pausing at the doorway. The boys had cleaned up just as Ophelia and Hayley had, and yet somehow, they all still looked disheveled and tired, so very tired.

"There's a third option." Hayley whispered, though her voice was clear to each of them, as was the broken hitch of her breath as she dropped her gaze to the bundle in her arms, "I grew up in a warzone. My parents thought they could protect me. But, in the end, they were slaughtered, and I spent my childhood alone and unloved."

Ophelia looked to the ground, unable to watch her friend suffer even the thought of parting from her child, but Hayley continued on, her voice tight as tears built within her eyes, "I made a promise, to my baby, and to myself, that she would not grow up like I did. That she would grow up safe, and loved. And yet, here she is, on her first day in this world, with a grandmother who is bent on sacrificing her, And a — A mother who has to drink the blood of her own baby to survive transitioning into a hybrid. And I'm the one who loves her the most."

The other three in the room simply stared, eyes saddened as the hybrid stuttered and choked on her words. "I think the only thing to do is... Send her away... While we stay behind and clean up the mess that we've made."

Elijah jumped to his feet, a look of bewilderment on his face at the mere thought of parting the baby from her family, "No! This is insane. You heard Genevieve — So long as she lives, that baby will be hunted."

Ophelia frowned... Elijah was right, as long as the child was alive, she would be hunted by witches, wolves, and even vampires alike. Nobody would stop until they saw the child dead. Her shoulders slumped as she met Elijah's gaze, flicking to Nik's eyes for a moment, "Not if they think... Not if they don't know she lives."

"Right you are, little thief," Nik spoke, his tone sober as he understood words. He had thought the same thing; his daughter wouldn't be safe with them, that much was obvious... she couldn't stay, she couldn't live in a city filled with enemies that would hunt her. She needed to leave, and be safe.

"What is it you intend to do, brother?" Elijah questioned in confusion as he tore his eyes from Ophelia.

"Whatever it takes to save our family."

⋆⋆⋆

The plan had been set into motion, and Marcel had been brought on board. He had lost his vampires in the assault of the Guerrera wolves; none but himself and Joshua had remained, and Ophelia, despite their differences, felt a small sliver of sorrow for the man; he had lost those he cared for, he had lost his family.

Things had been put into perspective for the Vampire, and he had gladly offered his services to the Mikaelson's, as well as their plan to save the baby.

The plan was to gather a stillborn child, and for Marcel to present it to Oliver; the treacherous wolf who had changed his allegiance all for the sake of power. Marcel was to convince him that the wolves had torn the child to shreds... It would strike fear into their hearts at the thought of the Mikaelsons, assisted by Ophelia and Hayley, coming for their revenge.

Marcel had also agreed for Nik to wipe his memory of any trace of his child, all in exchange for a few vials of Nik's blood; to keep himself and his lone day walker safe. It was a fair deal, and Marcel held up his end.

Ophelia had been with Hayley, packing anything and everything for the baby; and she had been the one to hold the child in her arms whilst her friend, with tears in her eyes, pierced her child's finger and swallowed a droplet of blood; completing her transition.

Ophelia knew in that moment that whilst transitioning for herself had been something she had awaited, something she knew would come and had accepted with... Happiness. Hayley would not. Hayley was the embodiment of a noble wolf, and becoming the very thing that tainted that would tear away at her.

Ophelia would be there, through every moment, despite being a new vampire herself she vowed that Hayley would not transition alone. They would learn and grow together.

When Ophelia had exited the room, leaving Hayley alone for her final moments with her sleeping child, she approached Elijah and Niklaus; the pair having been leaning on the balcony.

"Hello, love," Nik spoke without moving his eye line from the compound below him. "Elijah told me of what Rebekah did for you. You've sacrificed your mortality for my child." he stood straight, finally turning to face her as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "You, little thief, are something different."

A lopsided grin appeared on Ophelia's lips, "A vampire with the ability to use magic? You've got that right."

"And not a single person outside of this family knows..." a sly grin blossomed, "I think we ought to keep it that way, hm?"

"Most definitely."

It gave them an advantage unlike any other. A family ready for war needed weapons that their enemies could never dream of, and Ophelia was more than happy to keep her magical capabilities a secret for a time, though she did long for the day she could watch Francesca shake with fear upon discovering just what Ophelia Parker was now capable of.

Nobody had thought it possible, a vampire with magic.

Niklaus settled back to his former position beside his brother, completely aware of the longing looks exchanged behind his back, and thus he cleared his throat, "They will be watching us. All of them. The three of us leaving together will draw too much attention. I'll go alone. Take your mourning public when I am gone."

Elijah shook his head, "In what world will she be safe without her father? Who can protect her better than we?"

"I know of a person." Ophelia smiled, "Who better to care for a child than your sister."

The brothers exchanged a look and with a simple nod, they agreed. Niklaus allowed himself a moment to separate himself from his grief; he never quite outwardly showed anyone just how much sending away his child had broken his heart. The baby had filled a hole that has long since been within his heart and soul, one look from his child had filled it, just a single look.

"Rebekah." Niklaus breathed, a small smile on his face as he addressed the siphon, "The only person other than her godmother I would entrust with my child's safety."

Ophelia tilted her head, soft eyes glancing between the brothers. Never had she imagined she'd become the Godmother of a child; let alone the child of the almighty hybrid.

Elijah felt his despair simmer, the fear he held for his niece shattering in an instant. Rebekah would keep her safe, that was certain. She had wanted a child ever since she had been a child, and Elijah knew that Ophelia was right, she was the only option; nobody would ever devote themselves wholly to the baby like his sister.

⋆⋆⋆

The journey had been quiet thus far. The quiet rumble of the engine filling the silence, as well as a coo here or there from the newest, littlest Mikaelson. Nik had requested that Ophelia join him on his way to seek out his sister, despite his original plan to leave alone. He'd never admit it but he needed someone there; it couldn't be his brother, for suspicion would simmer within the bellies of the wolves and witches that wished for their downfall.

Nik knew that Rebekah longed to see her friend again, and that Ophelia felt the same. Simply having the newly transitioned.... Hybrid... Beside him filled him with more comfort than she'd ever know.

"How are you feeling?" Niklaus questioned the vampire in the passenger seat. His worry for her was genuine, though he knew if anybody were to thrive as a vampire, it would be Ophelia.

The siphon, slash, vampire shrugged with a small smile, her head falling back against the headrest as she looked towards the hybrid, "Fine, I'm still thirsty but I assume that's normal for a new vampire... Other than that, everything seems to be fine."

His gaze flickered to her hand, just as Elijah's had back in the cemetery, "I believe it's the siphon side of you that allows you to walk about in the sun without, you know, spontaneously combusting."

"That's what I thought, and thank god, I hate the heat."

"Of course that's your only worry, the bloody heat."

"I don't know if you've noticed, Nik," she grinned as a laugh fell from her lips, "But I am quite high-maintenance."

His chuckle joined her own, though they were careful not to wake the sleeping babe in the backseat, "Oh believe you me, little thief, I've noticed... Perhaps that's why you and my brother seem to get along so well... How's that going? Spilled your undying love for him yet?" Niklaus teased, his signature smirk pulling at his plump lips as Ophelia smacked his arm.

"We had a moment in the cemetery —"

"— Oh, how romantic —"

"— Shut up, Nik." Ophelia snorted as she rolled her eyes. Her line of sight fell to the moon that was high and bright above them as she cleared her throat, shifting in the seat, "I love your brother, which I'm sure you know."

The words Ophelia had so freely spoken had shocked the man; he did know, how could anyone not? The longing looks, touches that lingered far too long to be considered friendly, their late nights they would share just talking, and the hushed tones they would often speak to one another in were by no means anything less than intimate.

But hearing her announce such a thing... Hearing the siphon who had kept all and any feeling within a tight grip just utter the fact that she loved his brother. A fond and genuine smile blossomed on Nik's face; they deserved one another. 

His brother deserved happiness, he deserved unconditional love... The look upon his brother's face when he had entered the church only to see Ophelia's lifeless eyes staring back at him had sent a ripple of pain towards the hybrid's heart. Utter heartbreak.

And Ophelia, what a woman she was, she was strong and yet had those softer elements only for his family and Davina to see, she was brave and admittedly reckless, but she was loyal, so, so loyal to their family. She made room for them all, even Nik himself, and that was something new to him.

Elijah had found someone who loved him and the monster that crawled beneath his skin. She wasn't scared of it; she didn't run from it... If anything, she was fascinated by it and wished she could see more. And that was what he needed; someone who accepted him wholly.

"Of course I know, little thief. But does Elijah?"

"I think so —" she sighed upon hearing Nik's scoff, "He's not an idiot Nik, and I haven't exactly hidden my feelings well if you know."

"What exactly are you implying there?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'll tell him when we get back... It's just hard for me; everyone I've ever let into my life, anyone I've ever loved has left me. My parents turned on me the second my siphoning abilities came to light... And the rest of the family swiftly followed, and Kai..." her lips trembled, "My brother, my other half... Was pulled away from me, and now he's alone and stuck in a world that I can't save him from because the very thing that allows access to that world, was destroyed. And that day of sacrifice —" she swallowed harshly, her nails digging into the palms of her hand and drawing blood, "— When I had to watch Davina die, and not come back, it hurt so much."

"I know." Nik muttered as he placed a hesitant hand upon her knee, "And I'm terribly sorry for the part I played in that, I hope you know that."

"I do."

"Good. But Ophelia, we are immortal, we cannot be killed, my siblings and I. My brother adores you; I can assure you that, and he will never hurt you. He is a noble man, and from the look in his eyes alone, I know he'd walk to the ends of the earth for you. Allow yourself this happiness Ophelia. You both deserve it... And know that whether or not you and my brother finally get over yourselves and have it out... You are an honorary Mikaelson."

⋆⋆⋆

Rebekah was a sight for sore eyes indeed.

Her time away and her time to live her life had done her good; she looked so incredibly happy and carefree. There was a small spark of longing and sadness within her deep cerulean eyes, but that was to be expected... She had never been away from her brothers for quite so long.

The moment the care had stilled and the blonde was washed in the headlights, Ophelia flung her door open, hopping out with a wide grin upon her lips as she and Rebekah made eye contact.

The newly transitioned vampire sped towards Rebekah, delighting in the surprised laugh the original sister chimed out, "I see it came in handy."

"Oh it most certainly did, Sister." Klaus grinned as he joined the girls. His expression faded, a sincere look overtaking his features, "She wouldn't be here without you."

"Like I always say; us girls have to stick together." Rebekah brought Ophelia into a hug, practically squeezing the life out of her friend, "I'm glad you're alright."

"Never been better."

"It looks good on you." Rebekah commented as she pulled back from the hug, her fingers reaching up to twirl a piece of Ophelia's hair that had been chopped to rest upon her shoulders, "So does this."

Ophelia reached a hand up, running it through her shortened locks; she had cut it just moments before they had departed with the baby, despite a shower and copious amounts of shampoo, her hair still seemed tangled... And in all honesty; she really couldn't deal with swallowing strands of her hair every time she decided to use her enhanced speed to take her places, it was a nuisance and she couldn't fathom how Rebekah dealt with it.

Nik had rolled his eyes at the meaningless chatter the girls had already erupted in... Though he did wear a fond smile. The hybrid separated from them and made his way back to the vehicle they had arrived in. With movements so gentle that they seemed out of place upon the hybrid's hands, he pulled the baby carrier from the car and rejoined them, delighting in the glimmer that danced in his little sisters' eyes at the mere sight of her niece.

"Oh, she looks like her mother." Rebekah cooed, a gentle finger brushing the baby's flushed cheeks.

Ophelia breathed a small laugh, "Thank God, right?"

"Oi." Nik had scoffed, nudging the woman by his side with narrowed eyes before he peered into his daughter's eyes, a fond smile upon his face, "Well, she has a hint of the devil in her eyes. That's all me." his tone sobered, "I need a witch you can trust to cast a cloaking spell when you get to where you're going."

Rebekah nodded, "I'll get one."

"No one can ever find her."

"I know what to do, Nik. Perhaps we'll get a white fence. I think that would be lovely."

The three of them relished in the small moment they could share with one another, the small moment of peace. This is what they deserved, it's what Niklaus' child deserved; to be with her family in peace and tranquility. But the world was so rarely forgiving for monsters such as they.

"This city would have seen you dead. But, I will have it your home. And every soul who wishes you harm will be struck down, just as sure as my blood runs in your veins." Nik whispered to his child, a voice filled with utter sadness and heartbreak. The girls exchanged saddened looks, unable to bring themselves to speak, "You will return to me, to us."

He leaned down, placing a tender kiss upon his child's forehead and cheek, a goodbye that ripped at him more than any other. His hand drifted into his pocket, procuring an item that Ophelia had never seen before, but Rebekah melted upon the sight, her lips trembling as she held back her sobs whilst Niklaus placed the small wooden carving into the baby carrier, beside his daughter.

"In spite of our differences, Rebekah, there is no one I would trust more with my daughter's life." the hybrid stepped forward, arms pulling his sister towards him in a prolonged hug before he pulled back, placing a kiss upon her cheek, "Be happy, sister."

"She will be happy, Nik. I promise. What's her name?"

Niklaus paused for a moment, a shared look between himself and Ophelia alighting smiles upon their faces; a small secret between the two of them at who inspired the child's name. "Hope. Her name is Hope."

It was something that pulled at your heart, a father saying goodbye to his child, unknowing of when he'd see her again, if he'd see her again. But watching the hybrid of legend tremble as tears rolled down his cheeks... Well that was a sight that could shatter a heart.

Ophelia reached down, squeezing his hand, her lips quirking just slightly as the hybrid returned the gesture. Silence befell them as they watched Rebekah make her way towards her car, cooing at the little one within the baby carrier.

"Ophelia?" Rebekah called, her blonde hair rustling in the light breeze of the night, "Tell Elijah I miss him."

"I will." The siphon promised with a nod, "Take care of yourself."

⋆⋆⋆

They had returned to a quiet compound.

Nik had silently thanked Ophelia for joining him, a light squeeze on her hands before the two parted ways. 

She was tired, so incredibly tired. So much had happened in such a short time, and there had been very little time to even process it.

She was a vampire.

A vampire that could still siphon and use magic.

That was a fact that she still hadn't quite registered, but there was something else that was gnawing at her. She had siphoned the barrier back in the cemetery, and whilst she had felt the magic flowing through her veins... she still had yet to lose that feeling entirely.

It was like a burning fire or the buzz of electricity beneath her skin, and now, it was like a dull tingle; only noticeable when she focused on it. Every time she had siphoned magic, it had faded within mere hours if she hadn't used it all; and it had almost been an entire day since she had stolen the magic from the barrier.

Her elbows rested upon the railing of the balcony connected to her bedroom; dark eyes drifting over the city that rested beneath the night sky. Small stars glinted, the moon rained light from above and some stores and homes still had their lights on; she could see everything clearly, a perk of vampirism.

Another perk was the ability to hear things at a greater volume, such as the light steps that approached her from behind, the breathing, and hammering of Elijah's heart merging with the click of his shoes.

She was certain he could hear the thudding of her own; speeding up as she thought back to her confession to Nik and the promise she had made to finally speak of her feelings with the man that had made them blossom so fiercely.

"How are you feeling?" The noble original questioned softly, stilling as he reached her side.

"I'm perfectly fine. Like I told Nik, I seem rather adept at controlling myself... Apart from —" she poked at the space just below her eyes, where the veins would often appear, "— The veins, they seem to like popping up every now and then."

Elijah chuckled, his eyes catching sight of the veins doing just that. His hand drifted towards her face, thumb swiping over them as fascination swam inside of his eyes; she was like him now. "You'll learn to control them; you seem to have... Quite the talent for that."

Her lips twitched as she leaned into his touch, "I hope so..."

"Something's on your mind, what is it?"

"Two things," Ophelia announced as she grasped the hand on her cheek, pulling it away whilst intertwining her fingers with his; the coolness of his daylight ring sending a slight shiver through her. "I don't think I have to siphon something to have magic anymore."

His brows furrowed and so she continued, "I can still feel the magic in my body and the magic I had siphoned at the cemetery should have faded by now... But I was thinking... I can siphon magic from vampires..." she paused, looking at him as if to urge him to finish her train of thought.

His lips parted as his eyes scanned over her, "And you are a vampire, thus... You can siphon magic from your own vampirism?"

"I believe so, yes."

Elijah shook his head in utter disbelief, "You grow more fascinating with each second, Ophelia."

The two settled into another, comfortable and tensioned filled silence as whiskey and oak collided again; fingers were still tangled and a thumb swiped at her skin; fire left in its wake. She swallowed lightly as she brought herself to stand straight.

"The second thing..."

"Might I confess something first?"

Her head nodded hesitantly, her breathing picking up ever so slightly, "Go ahead."

"Ophelia, you know that I'm not a man who can easily utter his feelings, you've been inside of my head, and you've seen glimpses of my past... Of the fate that befalls those that I dare care for. These past months I have restrained myself in divulging in such feelings that I have... For you." He paused, eyes fleeing to the city, unable to hold her stare, "I have never regretted anything more. Seeing you back in St. Anne's Church..."

"Elijah..." Ophelia swallowed, hearing his voice tighten, "I'm here, I'm okay."

"Yes, you are. But I cannot allow myself to continue on without ensuring that you know the extent of my feelings for you." Their eyes clashed once more, dark beneath the night sky, and yet glimmering with the light of the stars and moon. His gaze glossed over her face, over the way she hung onto every one of his words.

His hands moved on their own accord, one parting from her own as they came to rest upon the sides of her face; a touch so light she could barely feel it.

"I'm in love with you, Ophelia." He whispered, his voice almost carried away by the warm nighttime air that brushed against their skin. He swallowed, "I'm in love with you, I can't keep that from you any longer."

His words shook her to her very core; she knew... But just the confirmation, just the sound of such words falling from his tongue, in his voice. It was like a siren's song. She smiled so warmly that the air around them seemed scorching, and in a tone that very few had the honor of hearing, she spoke; "And I'm in love with you. And I think I have been for a long time now."

His deep oak eyes closed for just a moment, savoring those words, committing them to memory; he'd never forget them. When they opened and were met with her face; her eyes staring with adoration, her cheeks lightly flushed and her lips curled into a fond smile, he couldn't contain himself.

He brought her forward, sealing their lips together for the second time. It wasn't unlike the first kiss they had shared; it was less harsh and more passionate, but the desperation was still there.

Their kiss sealed their fate. Feelings were spilled and their confession was deeply rooted within their heads and hearts, there was no going back for either of them; they didn't want to go back.

They pushed against one another, delicate turning to passionate in mere moments, and then, they broke away with lust blown eyes, and passionate turned to needy. Heavy breaths fell from their lips each time they parted before diving back in, and eventually, they seemed to move on their own accord, closer to the door, further into the room until the soft blankets that covered Ophelia's bed were beneath her, caressing her skin.

The room grew warmer with every movement and every heavy breath. The floor became littered with clothes, and skin became littered with kisses and touches. Every emotion the pair had kept to themselves in the fear of the other leaving spilled out in a night that belonged only to them.

⋆⋆⋆

The night had ended with Ophelia and Elijah wrapped around one another, blankets, clothes, and cushions decorating the floor as their bare skin warmed one another beneath the covers. Neither had fallen asleep quickly, instead they had turned on their sides, hands unable to pause in their fleeting touches and caresses of the other's body whilst they spoke in quiet and hushed tones. Smiles never parting from their lips.

It was a sliver of peace within the time of war.

They each knew that there was a fight coming, but this time they knew they'd both come out on the other end, and they'd come out together, so for now they didn't allow themselves to submit to thoughts of war and bloodshed.

They would make the most of each second they could, an unspoken promise to make up for the time they lost to their stubbornness and to their fears.

They'd have time to grow ever-closer, time for Ophelia to learn how to control the new monster that lusted for blood, and time to simply be.

They'd have time to plan meticulously. They, along with Niklaus and Hayley were not going to forget the things that had befallen their family. They were going to get revenge,

By any means necessary.

━━━━━━━

・𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄・

━━━━━━━

05-07-2021

I genuinely cannot believe we are already finished with part one?

I truly hope you've enjoyed this book thus far, it's been an absolute joy to write because I absolutely adore Ophelia as a character, and her relationships with the different characters are all so different.

Yes, this has been quite the slow-burn so far, but to me, due to both Ophelia's and Elijah's pasts, neither of them would have rushed into anything, and I think their development has been perfect.

I'm honestly so excited to write for Ophelia and Elijah in season two of the originals, with their new relationship blossoming.

Anyway, please let me know what you've thought about this story so far, I truly enjoy hearing your thoughts, and also, don't forget to follow me for updates on this story in the future.

I, of course, have stated that this story will now be on an extended hiatus due to the rate I've recently published chapters and because I wish to dedicate my time to completing both my Stephen Strange and Charles Xavier stories before even starting to write part two of DEFECTIVE.

BUT I've taken enough of your time, so again, thank you all for reading; I'll see you whenever part two is ready to be posted.

(Please do NOT spam me for updates etc, this is also a reminder not to comment 'robbed' when authors don't write smut scenes, it's disrespectful and rude; we put effort into these stories, and some people don't feel comfortable or simply do not want to write smut. You were not 'robbed' of anything. also this book will be labelled as 'complete' until part two commences. )

Love, Chloe <3