Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews/alerts/subscriptions! Well, it's been a rough, fun ride but I'm sorry to say that this is the last and final chapter. No, I won't make a sequel, but I might do some one-shots based off of their future. Thank you all readers, ones who reviewed, ones who didn't-I love you all, thank you. Please enjoy the fifteenth/last chapter of "Magic Eli"...

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Magic Eli

"You'll never leave this business until the day you get your first grey hair, you hear me?"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?"

"N-No sir, no Ted...never, I understand."

"You need to lose this weight, it's disgusting," Ted pinched Eli's sides, gripping his bones uncomfortably tight.

"Y-Yes sir, sorry sir. I will...I'll lose it, I promise."

He never said how to lose it, he just said "lose it".

And so he did.

Eli and Clare walked side by side, hand in hand to the club. It was awkward to be coming here without a tight body suit underneath your clothing. Eli felt different, and changed, in a good way.

He hadn't shown up for his work call in one week, and each time he wasn't at the club for his shift, Clare would be the one to take care of him. She arranged to work days, so she could be with him at night to make sure he didn't do anything foolish-like go back to the club.

"Ready?"

The two stood in front of the club doors, as Clare tugged on his hand, "We'll only be five minutes...tops. Don't worry, you're just getting your stuff out of your dresser and we're leaving. You don't have to say a word to Ted."

Eli had confessed to Clare about Ted, his controlling, perfectionist of a boss.

"It's not always easy with Ted Clare, I told you that," she smiled at Eli, kissing his shaking fingertips.

"Getting what you want is never easy Eli, but it's the fight that makes it worth it," he smirked, "You always know the right thing to say."

"That's me, your rock," he leaned down to peck her lips, savoring the taste of her mouth to get him through this next five to twenty minutes of hell.

The moment they entered the club, they were greeted with the hot stench of sex and pot. Eli smiled shyly to the security guard, and he only returned the smile, knowing Eli was in a lot of deep shit with Ted.

He gripped only Clare's hand tightly when approaching his dresser room, knowing Ted was most likely sitting inside, waiting.

"I-I don't want you to hear our conversation," a part of Clare broke inside, seeing as though he clearly didn't want her around for this portion of the day.

"You told me last night that if you told me you didn't want me that really do want me there...so I'm following your last night you, and I'm coming inside with you," he nodded, inhaling sharply.

"Let's get this over with."

Eli entered first, and Clare caught sight of a middle-aged man, dressed in a skin tight black attire. He had his legs folded, and his two hands linked together, lying sternly on his lap.

"Why hello Elijah, you've decided to come back...and oh, what do we have here? A little, curly headed fuck toy? A fire crotch?" Eli's lip twitched, "You know, this can be hard or easy. But this is between you and I, not her. Don't bring her into your crazy little schemes."

"Oh Elijah, but she's so beautiful," Ted slowly walked over towards Clare, stroking her cheek with the back of his clammy hand. Eli, without thinking clearly, gripped his hand, watching the veins pulse out, "No one lays a hand on her, especially not you. I'm here for my stuff, then I'm leaving. I quit."

Eli squeezed his hand tighter, his thumb applying intense force, "You got that?"

"He's had enough Eli, put his hand down," she whispered, and Eli let go, only for Clare-not for him. If it was up to Eli he'd break every bone in Ted's body before leaving this place.

"Now get the fuck out of my dressing room," Eli spat, throwing his hand into his face.

"You can't just leave like this Elijah, there's strings attached and you know it!" Ted screamed, but Eli ignored him, working quickly with his hands. Clare held open the garbage bag to put his stuff in, and when it was finally full, he responded, "I've been living a life of hell for years with you. I've starved myself for weeks, threw up almost everyday of my life. This place ruined me, you ruined me. I'm done being your doormat. And you know what, the only reason I stayed here was because of guilt. But now, I have no guilt..."

Eli smirked, patting Ted's shoulder, "Next time you want to knock me over the head with a brick at a crime scene and blame me for killing your sister, then convincing me to work for you to pay off my 'debt', you better think twice."

This was the first time Clare ever heard of this, and she was beyond confused, "W-What?"

"Why don't you tell her, Ted? Tell her what you did," Eli egged a teary eyed Ted on, "Tell her."

"I-It was a Winter night...Julia and I were fighting, it got really heated. S-She wanted to keep a mans baby that she didn't even know the name of. It was crazy, stupid, and overall naive. We couldn't afford it...and she wouldn't let up, telling me that I was her big brother, like I was obligated to keep her healthy, to keep the baby healthy and support her! It wasn't my fault she was a whore!" Clare's heart raced at the sight of Ted's bulging eyes.

"...So, I got rid of her," he whispered, laughing to himself.

"I got rid of her, killed her, and this one...this one right here saw it! The asshole was peeing in a bush by the lake I put her body in. You got yourself into my business buddy, you did," Eli pulled back his right hand, ready to explode, when Clare snaked her tiny arm around him, "No Eli...we have your stuff, and you're done here. You're not leaving your mark behind. He's not worth it."

Eli raised his finger, pointing it at Ted, "Don't you ever come near me again, or Clare. If I ever, ever see you around my apartment I'll call the police. You got that?"

Ted laughed, "I'm friends with the police."

"Oh yeah? Really? Cause' um, I don't think Chief Goldsworthy, aka my 'father' would approve of a driver smoking a bong while behind the wheel," Eli flipped open his phone, showing the picture of Ted smoking a bong on the highway.

"Now...you have a good day, sir," Eli spat sarcastically, holding his garbage bag highly, feeling the weight of ten thousand bricks coming off his shoulders.

"You did it Eli, I'm so proud of you," Clare kissed his lips, and asked, "How's your head? He really hit you that hard?"

"It was years ago Clare...got a couple of stitches, minor concussion, no big deal," she stood on her tippy toes, placing a butterfly kiss to his hair.

"There's just one more thing I have to do before I'm...," Eli stared into Jake's room, watching Imogen holding a hefty bag while he piled his stuff into it, "What? Do you think I would stay here if you were gone? Let's blow this joint!"

CLARE

"I'm glad we went around to walk in the park with Jake and Imogen, Jake seems like a nice guy. Since I haven't hung out with Imogen for a while, it was nice to catch up with my friend," Eli smiled, nodding, "Imogen is a little odd, but I see how Jake and her match. They're both odd people, but they...connect, and it seems like more than just sex by the way they look at each other.

"Right...sex," I mumbled, and Eli asked, "What? What about it? Are your ears going to explode from hearing the word?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "You must miss sex...right?"

"I never um...I never had sex once, willingly of course. I lost my virginity to a thirty year old woman who laughed at me when I didn't know what to do. Needless to say, it was utterly embarrassing and sex wasn't for me, any of the times I had to do it," Eli slipped his hand into the back of my jean pocket as we walked in the direction to a diner.

"I hope you're okay with the fact that I won't...you know, be ready until...until we've gotten to know each other more, and healed. We're both two different, very shattered people who-," Eli cut me off, "Which is why we're perfect for each other."

He kissed my curls gently, while I leaned my head on his shoulder for support, "How'd I get so lucky to meet a guy like you?"

"I'm surprised a woman like you would even consider walking on the same street as me," he joked, "But, I'm glad we met. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had the courage to stand up for myself. Now, we have a brand new life ahead of us. It's like being reborn, except we're both taller, a bit heavier than a new born baby, but that's okay."

"I like that idea, being reborn, it's like starting over...like getting a get out of jail free card," Eli's smirk stayed plastered on his face, as we walked, "People like us deserve a second chance, and I'm glad I get to spend mine with you."

"Here...it's not that bad Eli," Clare twirled his spaghetti with her metal fork, holding it out before Eli's clenched lips, "You said you'd try to get better Eli...you need to try."

"It's crap Clare," he gritted his teeth, "You ordered it Eli, obviously you wanted it at one point."

"I don't get why you have to spoon feed me like I'm a baby," he hissed through gritted teeth, not in an angry tone, but just a tad of frustration.

"If I don't spoon feed you then you won't eat at all. You need to eat Eli, weighing ninety five pounds isn't good at your age at all. It's life threatening. When I can't feel your bones anymore, and your face has filled in more, then I'll stop," she held her hand beneath the spaghetti, and Eli, reluctantly forced his lips open.

She slowly slipped the fork into his mouth, and the cool metal of the fork made his face contort in disgust. Clare smiled, "Come on Eli, it's just food..."

"It's carbs," he whispered back unintentionally.

Although Clare and Eli were both trying to better themselves, they both knew it would be a bumpy ride until the end. Both of them would always unknowingly go back to their old ways, but that's the best part about their relationship, the other would always convince them they were wrong.

"Eli, you need carbs," she corrected him, and he nodded, "Right, carbs. Right. Carbs is good, right? Right."

His lips closed, the pasta twisting around inside of his mouth as Clare pulled back the fork, making sure he didn't spit it out like he did two days ago without her looking.

"Chew," she instructed, as he smirked sourly, "It's actually not that bad..."

"See, pasta is always good," he kissed her chastely, and she was relieved to taste the sauce on his lips.

"Alright, now let's finish this entire bowl," Eli's eyes widened, his worst nightmare coming true. He would have to eat the whole thing, because if he didn't he would disappoint Clare, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

How could an angel be holding his worst nightmare in her nimble hands, and yet, he still loved her.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Before Eli met Clare, he was magical, except no one could ever see it; look past his flaws, and observe him, love him, care for him for who he was.

But Clare could...he was her Magic Eli.

END OF MAGIC ELI

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