Beauty of Darkness (Elijah Mikaelson)

Chapter 6

You know that type of beauty you only see in magazines? The type of beauty that can almost make you buckle at the knees just at the sight of it. I am not exaggerating when I say that the man I had just ran into was Greek-god caliber. 

While I was recovering from my idiotic fumble, I couldn't help but admire the Adonis I had right in front of me. Did I care or even question the fact that he felt like a slab of concrete when I ran into him? No. Dumb move, but I promise that if you were in my situation, you would understand. 

The only way I could describe him was in one word: heavenly. His crisp, perfectly tailored suit looked as if it had been prepped for a meeting with the Queen herself. Not just his suit was free of any imperfection: his luscious, black hair was slicked in a way that prevented the slightest of fly-aways from peaking through. Oh, and I haven't even mentioned the face. I couldn't even believe that he wasn't made of marble. Every line seemed like they had been painted by a master artist: handcrafted with precision. 

While I stood like a dumbass, staring at this total stranger, it slipped my mind that he was someone who most likely had places to be and thought I was a lunatic. Who goes out in a suit THAT amazing if they weren't going to some sort of gala? When I had the courage to look up and confront him after analyzing this poor guy like an art piece, we made eye contact. His eyes. His eyes seemed odd: something about them made you want to see through them to what lay underneath. Their color shone and twinkled like one of those beaches you see in travel-ads.

"Ma'am?"

His words echoed: his accent was English, but there was a smooth and crisp tone about it that made it harmonious. Realizing I needed to stop analyzing his every mood and respond to avoid him running in fear, I mumbled a reply that poorly hid my awkwardness.

"Good morning!" I quickly responded, flashing a smile.

Shit, it's the evening. Could I be anymore of a complete ass?

"Sorry, I meant to just say hello." I rebutted, attempting to salvage this conversation. "Can I help you, sir?"

Oh my God: I didn't even apologize for running into him. My inability to have a conversation was really showing.

"No worries," the gorgeous stranger replied with a polite smile. "I was actually hoping to talk to Camille?"

From the look on this face, this man obviously was WAY too polite to tell me how weird I was being. The silent judgement on his face hurt more than if he told me I was an anti-social idiot. 

"Oh, are you a friend of Camille?" I replied without thinking. 

Now I just looked nosey: splendid. Just great. 

"Just for a personal matter," the man said as he quietly fidgeted at his cufflinks. "I'm in a bit of a rush, is she here?"

To avoid stalling this man who was completely tired of my antics, I quickly told him about the situation. I talked as fast as possible about how Cami had left early and was most likely at home resting. Seemingly pleased with the conversation, the stranger whispered a thank you and headed towards the door. 

"Is she okay?" I asked in a stint of fear for my new coworker.

"Yes - sorry, no need to worry. You have my word." The man claimed as he flashed a smile that seemed so much more genuine than the first. I might just be a sucker for a smile, but how could I not believe him?

"Thank you, and sorry for earlier!" I yelled as he reached for the golden door handle. 

"No need, my apologies. Thank you for your warm welcome so late...?"

Oh crap, he was waiting for a name.

"Wynter." 

"Wynter, thank you for your help. Would you mind telling Cami that Elijah was looking for her at your next convenience?"

I nodded, waving an awkward goodbye to a person that most likely hoped to never see me again. After mentally kicking myself, I had to sit down and process what just happened. 

Elijah. The name sounded like a name a friend of my Grandpa would have, not a man that looked so young. I mean, maybe they have different popular names in England? Wow, I sounded like an idiot. 

There were so many questions I had. Why was a man that polished hanging out in this part of the Quarter? How does he know Cami, and what does he want with her? All I knew was that I just saw the most handsome man I had ever seen, and, despite making a complete fool of myself, was able to talk with someone that made my heart soar for the first time in months.