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[Elijah Cole (DELETED 5419)]

The woman had to be trusting. Her nature was purely giving. As he remained there upon the couch with Colonel at his feet, Elijah Cole swallowed hard. He swallowed the dryness within his mouth. His tongue rasped against the desert of his mucus membranes as if desperately trying to produce the saliva to ease the soreness of his throat. It were emotions that clawed at his throat as he watched the woman throw another log onto the fire. It were his emotions that was causing the pain there, a lump getting bigger and bigger.

He must not have paid too good of attention to the architecture of the building. He hadn't noticed a chimney before. Now, though, he was quite thankful for the rush of heat that greeted his cool skin like an old friend. The warmth felt nice. In truth, it felt comforting. It felt like one of Zelda's smiles. It felt like she was there, in that moment, with him finally as he sat awaiting that foreboding news. Where he tried to keep his hands calm and flat upon his thighs, he soon wrangled the leash tight around his fingers as if attempting to control the fists that wanted to form.

There would be no malicious intent taken to the woman that now sat so comfortably looking in her own apartment. He could tell that she was a little like him. Her spirit was free, her mind was busy, and she wasn't too much of the type A personality. That was, at least in her own personal space, Mora was comfortable. There, Elijah sat trying to force his body to relax from the blow that she so softly delivered when her eyes popped open and remorse filled her face.


Zelda was gone.


He didn't even know her last name.

He didn't even know who her family was.

He didn't even know who her Sire was, a term she had used to call part of her vampiric family.


He felt the hole in his chest getting bigger. He clamped his lips shut to taper down the sob that wanted to rush from his burning throat. As he denied his emotional reaction to the news, Colonel whimpered sensing his master's distress and nudged one of those twisted hands around his leash. The Great Dane put his big head on Elijah's thigh and the man forced himself to settle his open palm over the beasts and scratch between his ears.

"Thank you." Those words sounded torn and jagged, as if they were barely whispered over the gruff grain of coarse sandpaper. He sat there, knowing that he probably had overstayed his welcome. The coffee was cooling upon the table in front of him and he couldn't even bring himself to grab it up. No, not in that moment. He swallowed again, his tongue grating at the back of his throat and with an unsteady hand he forced himself to be even more polite and lean forward. Much to his dismay, as he did, the wet droplets from his eyes trailed down his nose, tickling his skin and dripping off the end to land upon his beard.

Where he made move to wipe the wetness away, he instead lifted the cup and swallowed the warm coffee down in all of its black, natural goodness. It cleansed his throat, causing the grit to be temporarily dispelled. "I think I knew. I think I knew all this time and just held out hope." She wasn't happy, after all. She had threatened it before, after all. With a harsh shake of his head, he knew he was probably overstaying his welcome as his host looked even more tired than before.

"I cannot thank you enough. I appreciate what you've done for me. I-" He didn't really know what more to say. How odd was it to thank a woman for telling him that his lover was dead? Dead dead, too.

Gone.

Dust.

His head started to pound. The rush of caffeine through his system perked him up just enough to nudge him onto his feet in a weary way. He just stood there though, holding onto Colonel's leash as he looked to the woman. Those navy blue eyes of his blinked lifelessly. He suddenly seemed so much more tired, the energy drained from his muscles. The way his clothes hung on his frame certainly had been due to the ten or fifteen pounds of weight he had lost in the last months. The extra inches and give in the expensive, professional fabrics had allowed his belt buckle to glide over one more hole.

"I miss her." He finally admitted, staring at the woman sitting on the bean bag as if she weren't the vampire he knew she was. He had nothing of Zelda but a few treasured photographs from his phone. He would remember her, he knew. He would never forget the redhead that had made him so eager to approach the icy veneer of a woman that night in the bar.


He would never forget her great smile.

He would never forget her beautiful, fun loving attitude.

He would never forget the way he loved to squeeze her *** and get her irritated with him.


It was the memories that he would always cherish. He shook his head, the action allowing for a few more of those silent tears to drip from the end of his nose. His deep blue eyes were now not only ringed with exhaustion, but smeared with the redness of emotion. Loss was not something that he coped with well, obviously. In fact, who was? He took out his handkerchief and pressed it to his eyes while Colonel whined and smacked his tail against his human's leg.


"Thank you... Again."

[Mora]

She could smell the salt. The man, Elijah was crying. Mora looked up from the bean bag she was sitting on to look at the human, who had fallen in love with a vampire. She felt extremely sad for the man. If there was something she could do for him she could it – but she could not bring back the dead. When he spoke his voice was a long tendril of pain. If Mora’s heart were beating – it would be rapidly beating. His pain, broke her heart. She –wanted- to help him, she just didn’t know how.

• “There is nothing wrong with hope.”

She said firmly. Her body coming awake now – the feeling of drain was slowly slipping away leaving Mora able to move. So she did, she got up and sat down beside Elijah, staring at him with the intensity of her emerald eyes. She wanted to hug him, and tell him everything would be alright – but she didn’t know him well enough – she actually didn’t know if he’d appreciate a hug or two, or even push her away. She didn’t risk it, for now.

Even in the telepaths train of thought – or the best way to comfort the human man. He was wearily on his feet and staring at her, he was deep in thought – she didn’t blame him, he was now dealing with loss, she had dealt with her own loss in a different way – when pushed so far she had killed herself. Sent her spirit to the shadow realm to sulk. She knew the guilt, the pain too well.

Her cold hands lifted and grabbed at the human’s pulled him back down to the sofa. She didn’t kept her hand linger long, in case it sent the wrong signal.

• ”Please stay. Stay until you think your emotionally ready to leave. Something could happen to you.”

Emotion welled within her stomach, as it expressed itself whilst she spoke.