It wasn't as if Elijah hadn't spent his time indentured. His family had worked and lived under another family of royals for a while, hiding and pretending to be caretakers and keepers to that family in order to make their way across parts of Europe and the United Kingdom, hiding from their father, until one day when their father finally found them and they turned the tables-- taking over the lives of their benefactors so that they could prance about further with new names and new lives, ever hiding from the likes of Mikael the vampire killer.
He understood years under the moniker of slave, but wasn't there a way for Cain to escape? Didn't he want to? It didn't make a whole lot of sense to Elijah, but then again he didn't live the other man's life. Then to speak as if the original wasn't a true immortal. If anything Elijah and his family were the closest thing to true immortals that were out there, especially now that their parents were dead, and that the white oak stake had been destroyed for good.
"Maybe some vampires can be killed in various ways if they are not cautious, but many have lived long lives. My siblings and I however, cannot be killed. We are truly immortal. In our small circle there lies a lot of interesting things going on. People will try to find ways to come at us, ways to hurt us, but that's all they do. Hurt, not kill. Like gnats or mosquitos."
Elijah went through his rage on part of Cain and frustration at his brother and then calmed himself, bringing the facade back in place before he took on Cain's next question, wondering best how to handle the same question a second time. "You've asked this before. There's a strength and wisdom to you that I respect. You are intelligent and can do so much more than what you do. You never give up, even though it would be so easy, and ..." There was more, but elijah was finding it difficult to put it into words. Perhaps...
"May i show you? I can, if you allow me, show you what I think and feel about you from my perspective, through a memory of mine. You will be in and feel my memory, I will not enter your thoughts. That's only if you agree, and perhaps you might understand me better."
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He understood years under the moniker of slave, but wasn't there a way for Cain to escape? Didn't he want to? It didn't make a whole lot of sense to Elijah, but then again he didn't live the other man's life. Then to speak as if the original wasn't a true immortal. If anything Elijah and his family were the closest thing to true immortals that were out there, especially now that their parents were dead, and that the white oak stake had been destroyed for good.
"Maybe some vampires can be killed in various ways if they are not cautious, but many have lived long lives. My siblings and I however, cannot be killed. We are truly immortal. In our small circle there lies a lot of interesting things going on. People will try to find ways to come at us, ways to hurt us, but that's all they do. Hurt, not kill. Like gnats or mosquitos."
Elijah went through his rage on part of Cain and frustration at his brother and then calmed himself, bringing the facade back in place before he took on Cain's next question, wondering best how to handle the same question a second time. "You've asked this before. There's a strength and wisdom to you that I respect. You are intelligent and can do so much more than what you do. You never give up, even though it would be so easy, and ..." There was more, but elijah was finding it difficult to put it into words. Perhaps...
"May i show you? I can, if you allow me, show you what I think and feel about you from my perspective, through a memory of mine. You will be in and feel my memory, I will not enter your thoughts. That's only if you agree, and perhaps you might understand me better."