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Neither father or daughter said anything for a few moments, filling the room with a tense silence. 

Then Elijah rose from the bed, sliding his hands in his pockets as he did so. 

He casually strolled to Izzy’s dresser and fiddled about with the many trinkets that sat there with a soft hum. Izzy watched his every move from the door. 

Even though he didn’t outwardly show any emotion, she knew that he was angry. Secretly, she thought that her father was more scary than her hybrid uncle. 

While her uncle was very predictable in his anger, she would never realise that her father was angry until blood was spilt. 

He could be having a civil conversation with someone with a bottle of bourbon, then their heart could be in his hands. 

Izzy wrung her hands together nervously, waiting for him to stay something. 

“I trust that your evening at the Ritz was pleasant?” 

Elijah knew that she had a wonderful time, but he wanted to hear it from her own lips. 

He could smell the remnants of the rich wine on her lips, he could detect the scent of the food she had eaten.

He could smell the excitement clinging to her skin. He could smell the scent of that man on his daughter.

No, he wasn’t a man. He was the only man in her life. That creature that had stolen his daughter was a boy. A meaningless boy. 

She would never understand just how much he knew about her. After all, she was his girl. 

Izzy’s eyes widened and she gulped, staring at her father in shock. How did he know where she was? Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she fiddled with her rings.

 “I – Yes, it was..” she answered with a little nod. “I had a wonderful evening,” the raven haired girl said with a soft smile, her mind filling with memories of the previous hours.

 Elijah only hummed and plucked up her choker. The piece of jewellery sat in the middle of his palm. He stared at the item before his gaze crawled to Izzy.

“You didn’t wear your necklace..” He said softly, his eyes fixed on velvet material as he caressed it slowly. Izzy’s heart flipped in her chest at the tone of his voice. 

Was that sadness she could detect in his tone?

Izzy pursed her lips and stared down at her hands, not wanting to meet her fathers gaze. “No, I didn’t wear it tonight. I’m sorry,” she mumbled, rocking back and forth on her heels. 

Elijah just hummed, thumbing the Mikaelson emblem before putting it back in its place. 

The necklace – as beautiful as it was, held more weight than she wanted to bear, but she could never admit that to her father. She didn’t want to hurt him. 

But you already have…

Izzy swallowed, pushing that voice out of her head. She didn’t want to deal with that right now. 

“Dad?” She whispered thickly, causing the man to turn his head towards her, gazing at her with soulful brown eyes. 

“Isabella...” he replied with a slow blink, his regal accent curling around her name in such a way that heat rose to her cheeks and a gasp fell from her lips. 

Her father hardly ever said her full name, but when he did…she knew that she was in a special kind of trouble. 

“I—“

“You need not say anything,” Elijah cut in softly. “As I know everything that you have done.” 

A whimper threatened to burst through Izzy’s lips, but she pushed it back. 

Stormy grey met oak brown. Izzy wanted to rush to him and wrap her arms around him, but fear kept her rooted to the spot. 

She knew that he could hear her heart thundering inside her chest, but made no comment. 

“Sneaking out – on a school night by the way, lying to me, coming back late…” Elijah listed off her crimes in a stale voice that made her cringe, as he finally left her dresser and plucked off invisible lint from his black suit jacket. 

He slid his gaze over to her, holding her in place. 

“Need I go on?” He wondered with a slight tilt of his head, his eyes glinting inquisitively at her. 

Izzy’s heart was heavy in her chest as she slowly shook her head. There was no point in lying to her father.Izzy looked down in guilt, gnawing at her lip and wringing her hands together. 

“.. N-no. .”  she replied at last, eyes trained on the floor. 

Elijah just pursed his lips and hummed. Even though he was greatly displeased, he couldn’t deny how beautiful his daughter looked. 

She looked every bit like Mikaelson royalty. If Rebekah could see her now, she would be surely proud of her.

The raven haired girl looked like the very definition ethereal, her illuminating makeup only heightening her unique features. 

Despite himself, the corners of his lips curled up into a small smile as his eyes flickered all over her form. 

“You look stunning by the way...” He whispered passionately after a few moments of silence.

 His daughter’s beautiful eyes met his and a timid smile found its way on her face. “Thank you,” she whispered back, tucking her hair behind a golden bejewelled ear. 

Elijah observed her for a few moments more before sliding one hand in his pocket once more before strolling over to her. 

Izzy’s nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of her father’s unique scent. It never failed to make her feel dizzy.

 She could smell his lingering scent for days in her room or on her clothes. But she never complained. It encompassed her and made her feel so safe. Safer than any self defence weapon and had in her bag. 

“How about you get ready for bed, and then we’ll talk?” Elijah said suddenly, his eyes dancing over her face as he brushed his thumb against her chin, pressing it against the dimple that sat in the middle of her chin 

Izzy hummed at the feel of her fathers touch, nodding at his words, making Elijah smirk.

Even though it sounded like a suggestion, Izzy knew that it was command, and he would not be disobeyed.

Elijah smirked as he observed his daughter. The Original knew just how much his touch affected her, and the fact that she was with that man made jealousy creep into his heart.

 Izzy nodded, reluctantly stepping away from her father to do as he asked. 

Before she could move to her dresser to remove her jewellery, Elijah’s rough and heavy palm was around her delicate wrist in an instant. 

Izzy’s stormy grey eyes flickered over her father’s face, wondering what she missed. 

“What do we say?” Elijah’s questioning voice was soft and calm as he stared her down, his lips set in a straight line.

Izzy inhaled sharply, knowing exactly what she missed. 

“Yes father,” she replied dutifully with a small nod of her head, making the Original swoop down and press a firm kiss to her cheek, causing the girl to flutter her lashes as she leaned into his touch – making his inner beast purr in delight. 

 “Good girl,” came the whisper of praise so quiet that Izzy’s human ears almost failed to catch it. 

The Original brushed the tip of his nose against his daughter’s for a few moments, closing his eyes as he cupped the back of her neck and caressed the apples of her cheeks with his rough thumbs. 

Izzy lightly clasped her fingers around his wrists and leaned her body into his grounding touch, slipping her eyes shut. 

She brushed her gloved thumbs against the back of his hands as he continued to caress her. But all too soon, there was a rush of wind and her father was gone. 

“Do as I say..” His voice echoed against her ears as she opened her eyes, her arms hanging limply by her sides, already missing the touch and presence of The Original.

 With a tired sigh, Izzy slowly shuffled around the room, getting ready to do as her father asked. 

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Izzy tucked her hands underneath her thighs as she swung her legs up and down, grazing her naked toes against the white fluffy carpet. 

The girl knew that she was going to be punished, most likely a spanking. But how severe would it be, and what would follow on after? And what would happen to Kei? 

There was absolutely no doubt that her father knew about her relationship with him. That also meant that he knew about her relationship from the start. 

But why now?

 Was he planning something? 

Anxiety crawled through her stomach as her heart felt heavy once more. Just then, a cool breeze washed over her, causing her to shiver and break out of her musings. 

“Look at me, my sweet girl.”

 Izzy immediately looked over at her Original father, blinking her long, dark lashes at him.

Her stomach immediately settled at the sound of his voice. If only he knew how much he calmed her down. 

The Original had his fingers interlocked loosely between his spread thighs as he beheld her softly, his thin pink lips pursed. 

His rough and heavy palm was suddenly on her thigh, caressing up and down in circular motion. 

A soft gasp fell from Izzy’s lips as soon as she felt his heavy palm against her. She could feel the heat from his palm penetrate through her clothes and sink deeply into her skin. 

Her fists grasped around the bedsheets and tugged as her father squeezed her inner thigh, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head.

‘What the fuck?’ She thought. 

Why was her own father touching her this way? She knew that her father loved caressing her cheeks, rubbing her fingers through her hair, but this? This was different. 

This was…too intimate. 

Not appropriate for a platonic father and daughter interaction. 

This was how Kei touched her.

But she couldn’t tear herself away, even though her brain was screaming at her to do so. She loved his touch dearly. Izzy opened her mouth to speak, but her father beat her to it.

“I'm not angry at you,” he said at last, pinning her down with his gaze. He drew invisible patterns with his index finger along her leg, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

 A frown clouded Izzy’s pretty features as she tilted her head to the side, her lips turning downward. 

“Then what are you angry at?” 

The Original’s finger stilled on his daughter’s leg, making Izzy feel cold when he retracted his hand. The muscles in his jaw pulsed as he turned his face away. 

His brown eyes slowly turned dark and hard as his lips settled into a hard, thin line. Izzy drew back from him in the slightest. She feared that he might blow up. 

As soon as she did that, his hand shot out like a viper before clamping down around her thigh like a vice. 

“Dad!” Izzy exclaimed, fear dripping in her voice as her father squeezed her thigh so tightly that she knew that she would have an ugly bruise in the morning. 

Tears leapt to her eyes as she was once reminded of his formidable strength. 

She tried to dislodge herself, but he just pressed down harder. Izzy whimpered as pain shot through her leg, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. 

It was only when he realised that she was crying was when he immediately withdrew his hand as if he was burnt.

“Izzy…” he breathed, his brown eyes wide and his lips trembling.

His vampiric visage immediately melted away as he realised what he had done. He had hurt the girl he loved, the girl whom he swore to protect and never hurt.

“Izzy..my sweetheart…” he murmured as he slowly reached for her, but Izzy just whimpered, shaking her head as she inched backwards from him, her back hitting the headboard. 

“Izzy,” Elijah repeated, his warm breath fanning her face. 

Izzy’s whole body shook with the force of her shivers, her raven curls dancing around her head. She grabbed her fluffy pink pillow and pressed it against her chest like a shield. 

“Izzy..please..let me see..” He whispered urgently, his voice trailed off as his eyes flickered from her eyes down to her leg, no doubt wanting to see the damage.

 “Please?” The Original’s brown eyes softened as he gazed at her beseechingly through his lashes.

Izzy’s lips trembled and she gazed up at her father before nodding her head slowly. She too wanted to see, but was too nervous to do it herself. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice ticking Izzy’s face. Elijah relaxed completely before curling his fingers around the hem of her silky black pyjama pants. 

Izzy tensed for a few moments, but as soon as Elijah brushed his thumb against her ankle, she relaxed her body. 

Elijah slowly drew up her pant leg, only to reveal a large bruise that was already forming on her tawny brown skin. A shaky breath escaped his lips as he gazed at her marred skin. 

He caressed his thumb against the bruise, his heart breaking when Izzy flinched, a pained expression flashing across her face before it turned into anger. 

Her lips curled up into a sneer as she pointed at the bruise harshly with her index finger, pushing her father’s hand away. 

“That’s what you fucking caused. All because I went out on a date, huh? Yeah, I get it! I lied, I snuck out, and what? What’s all this for? Why are you truly mad?!”

Izzy’s voice rose with every word she spoke, her frown deepening as her eyes grew more angry. Her entire body trembled from frustration. 

She was tired after her date, she was feeling dumb as she got caught. What the fuck was she expecting? Her father was an Original, for goodness’s sake. Of course he would find out about it. 

Izzy’s eyes narrowed at her father. “Tell me why you’re really mad,” she almost growled, her fingernails digging into the plush material of the pillow. “Tell me,” she demanded, her voice rising.

“I SAID FUCKING TELL ME!”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Elijah roared so loud that the window panes  trembled and the floor shook. He tore the pillow in half even before Izzy was going to throw it against his face.

 Feral growls poured from his lips as he tore the pillow to pieces until it was nothing but scraggly pieces of linen and fluff. 

 Izzy shot up out of the bed and toward her dresser, wanting to be a safe distance from him. 

She regarded him cautiously, watching his chest heave up and down as his vampiric visage rose to the surface for a moment then returned back to normal, letting the final pieces of the torn pillow float carelessly to the ground. 

Izzy’s brows furrowed as her brain started to turn. 

 ‘Wait…’ She thought to herself as she contemplated her fathers behaviour. Her eyes darted to and fro, not focusing on anything in particular as she began to draw a conclusion. 

Several beats of silence passed between father and daughter before Izzy slowly looked up, dragging her stormy grey eyes to her father who was still sitting on the edge of her bed, acting as if nothing had happened. 

“You’re… jealous..” She noted slowly with a small tilt of her head, roving her stormy grey eyes over his face.

His expression remained neutral as he trailed his fingertips over the bedspread before gazing at her.

“I am,” he admitted softly with a slow blink, making her gasp and take a step back.

The confession stunned her. She blinked rapidly, trying to gather her thoughts. “B–But why?” She stuttered, looking at him with wide eyes.

It didn’t make any sense. He was her father, yet here he was – acting like a possessive ex boyfriend.

In a flash of movement, he was in front of her, thumb and index finger clasped around her dainty chin. She gasped, her lips trembling as she was forced to meet his oak brown eyes.

“Because he’s taken what’s mine,” he breathed, his voice bordering on a growl.

“…”

Izzy couldn’t believe her ears. “B-but father –“ She began to protest. Yes, Elijah was her father, but Kei was her boyfriend! And she belonged to no one but herself. 

Was this the possessiveness that Hope warned her about? 

“He’s taken you from me,” Elijah murmured as he released her chin to run his knuckles down her cheek, feeling her soft skin. 

“He took you out late…”

Izzy furrowed her brows even further. “B-but I was safe! He took care of me!’ Elijah hadn’t even met Kei, and here he was – unfairly implying that he would deliberately allow something bad to happen to her. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Elijah dismissed her words easily with a badly hidden sneer. “He took you out, and you didn’t return until after midnight. It’s ridiculous!”

Elijah ranted and raved, his ancient voice sounding unrecognisable to his own voice as he let the jealousy pour shamelessly through his lips. 

“You’re ridiculous!” Izzy shot back with venom dripping from her voice, her eyes hard and annoyed.

“If you are so damned concerned, why didn’t you come and get me yourself?” Izzy demanded with a bite in her tone, her lips curling up. 

The laugh that Elijah let out made fear sink deep into her bones. “Because I would have torn him apart,” he growled so deeply that his broad chest visibly vibrated with the tone of his voice. 

Izzy flinched. She knew that he was upset, but the fact that he was willing to kill someone that hadn’t even done anything to him scared her. 

Elijah grasped her chin gently again, forcing her to look up at him.  “But I know that would hurt you, so I stayed away,” he continued in a gentler voice, creeping even closer to her, gazing down at her with soft eyes.

 “I know how happy he makes you,” he continued. 

‘Even though it breaks my heart whenever you’re with him..’

Izzy’s lip wobbled at his confession, still not understanding her fathers words.

 “S-so why are you angry now if you’ve known about my relationship with him all along?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Because you were out late. This is the latest you’ve ever been out with him. If he cared about you and wanted you safe, he wouldn’t be bringing you home at unsociable hours,” Elijah explained softly as he looked into her eyes. 

‘He can’t protect you like I can..’

Izzy’s eyes filled with tears. “B-but–“

“Shhh..” Elijah soothed her, pressing his index finger against her soft lips to silence her protests. 

Something inside of him twisted painfully. That boy had pressed us lips against his daughter’s own. He felt sick to the heart. 

“This is my duty as a father. I have to correct your behaviour. I’m not angry that you’ve fallen in love,” he reassured her, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ears. 

‘You’re mine…and you let him take you just like that..’

“B–but–“ Izzy tried again. She gulped when she saw the look in her father’s eyes. 

“I'm sorry, my sweet girl. I have to do this,” he whispered, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he wrapped his fingers lightly around her wrist, leading her to the bed.

 He sat down in one smooth motion before flipping Izzy over his lap. 

He ran his palm up and down the whole expanse of her back, tracing his fingertips against her spine, making her lean into the touch with a little noise. 

‘Your heart may love him...but your body will always respond to me..’

“This will be quick, I promise,” Elijah’s breath fanned her neck as his fingers hooked around the loops of her pyjama pants and rolled them down along with her underwear. 

He caressed her heart shaped bottom, the corners of his lips twisting into a proud smirk as she shifted underneath him. 

Elijah lifted his hand up before spanking her in a harsh rhythm. 

There were no breaks with his spanks. He wrapped his arm around her middle, keeping her body in place as he spanked, his iron hand rained down spanks all over her bottom. 

Izzy sobbed and cried, feeling so many things at once. Anger, embarrassment and confusion rolled into once. 

She grasped her father’s ankles for dear life as her body trembled with the force of his spanks. 

Tears streamed down her face non stop as her eyes stung with exasperation. At least he was spanking and not slaughtering Kei and his entire family before her eyes. 

So she gnawed at her bottom lip until she tasted blood and took the spanks. She was too tired to fight it.

The quicker this was over with, the quicker she could sleep and pretended that none of this had happened. 

Five more spanks landed on her behind then nothing. A relieved exhale fell from Izzy’s lips as her entire body lolled forwards. 

She would’ve fallen to the ground if it wasn’t for Elijah swiftly wrapping his thick around her middle, pressing her back against his chest. 

He pulled her pants up with one hand, then settled her on his knee. He leaned his chin on her shoulder as he swayed her back and forth. 

Elijah buried his nose in her neck, his inner beast putting in approval when he could no longer smell his scent on her skin. 

Even though his scent was on her skin, Elijah’s scent would always overpower .  

He smirked against her throat, leaving a soft kiss there as he stroked her sides up and down, causing Izzy to completely melt in his touch, making Elijah rumble. 

He peppered kisses all over her neck, even nipping her skin playfully. 

Izzy yelped and leaned away, hand shooting to her neck, staring at her father wide eyed. “What did you do that for?” She huffed out a laugh. Elijah smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders.

 “Maybe I let my vampire nature get the better of me,” he said casually. Izzy pouted and punched his arm. She knew it would have no effect on him, but she wanted to do it anyway.

But since when was her refined father playful? 

The two gazed at one another for what felt like hours instead of just mere minutes. Elijah then bit into his wrist, then pressing his wrist up to her mouth. 

“Drink, sweetheart..” he commanded in a tender voice. 

Izzy hesitated for a few seconds before doing as her father said. She drank his powerful Original blood, feeling the bruise wash away with the ache of his spanks. 

She could feel her muscles relax and lose their painful tension with each drop that rolled down her dry throat. Izzy’s face scrunched up desperately as she sucked at her fathers wrist. 

She wanted more. 

 “That’s enough, my sweet girl...” Elijah rumbled as he with his wrist, his tone sending that forbidden smouldering heat through her stomach, making her whimper in disappointment. 

His blood tasted like dark chocolate with a hint of something spicy and sweet. 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart..” Elijah murmured as he lifted her off his lap and put her on the bed, massaging his huge palm against her stomach.

 “I love you so much, Isabella..” he uttered in a hushed tone, his eyes sparkling with affection. Izzy’s eyes shone with affection too as she arched her body into his touch with a coo. 

“I love you so much too..” she whispered, voice sluggish as sleep began to creep up on her, making her body sag against the bed. 

Elegantly rising to his feet, Elijah tucked her into bed before swiping his thumb against her lips, removing the blood.  

Izzy shyly kissed the rough pad of his thumb, making Elijah purse his lips in disapproval.

 He then put a gentle hand on her knee and leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of her mouth. A thrill shot through his body as he caught a taste of his blood against her skin. 

“Good night, baby girl…” Elijah murmured against the corners of Izzy’s lips before he was gone. Izzy touched the corners of her lips with trembling fingers before sleep took her under.