From another World, meeting you

Mrs. Mikaelson?

Elijah POV:

The next morning, I was awakened by the sunlight, the presence of Ella's warm body was abundantly clear, she lay next to me and was still asleep. That night she had not been haunted by nightmares; she had slept peacefully next to me. I hoped it would stay that way and that the threat from the soul-eater was soon over, for her.

"Good morning" I greeted her as she was awakened by the light and pulled the pillow over her face to escape the light. "No good morning" it came out subdued under the pillow, her answer made me smile, so to hear, she was not really a morning person, which in my eyes only made her more sympathetic.

Ella reminded me what it was like to be a human being, did I miss being a human? Ella would not age outwardly, she could not die because her life was tied to mine, provided I would not die. But since the chances of doing so were exceedingly small, because the last piece of white oak, thanks to Ella, had been destroyed, she would see the decades pass, just like me. Seeing someone age and die again and again.

"Are you not tired of constantly aligning your day with others?" Ella pulled me out of my mind, she had risen and the chain with the pendant lay on her skin, partly covered by the T-shirt she was wearing. One could only guess what was hiding under the T-shirt. "I don't align my days after others," I told her, pointing up so I sat against the headboard. Ella looked at me, it seemed like she wanted to correct me, but then left it. "You disagree," I added, it was strange, since she had met the dark earth angel, it was surprisingly easy for me to guess her thoughts. Ella did not answer me, she turned around and got up, her T-shirt slipped up a bit and exposed a scar, the scar was barely visible, that meant she was older, but how did you get such a scar? The scar was 10 centimeters from where her kidneys were. I would ask them if the opportunity arose.

Ella disappeared into the bathroom and I did it to her immediately after I left her room, I looked at my wardrobe to decide which of my suits I would put on today.

I remember Gia's comment on it, I certainly had suits that looked the same at first glance, but they had different cuts, other materials that had been used, or had a different color. For what I had planned, I would need some casual clothes. But first I would need the consent of my companion.

Niklaus had made me think it would certainly help Ella and me if we went away for a few days and figured out together what exactly this latest development of the tape meant, I had rented a house with a valuable library of the supernatural and it would be easier for Ella, hopefully, if she did not have too many people around her and maybe then the eye rings would be sucked under her eyes.

I met Ella and my brother Niklaus, he wished Ella a lot of fun and hoped not to see me for at least a week. What Ella looked at me asking.

"What exactly does Klaus meanby that, that he hopes not to see you for a week and wishes me a lot of fun?" she quipped, "He got me the idea to find out more about the Companion Band and I have almost 4 hours from here, another house in possession of books about the supernatural," I replied to her, to which Ella remarked suspiciously, but it was very coincidental that I owned a house with a library. "Strictly speaking, he forgot it until Nik pointed it out to him," Rebekah remarked as she walked past us and left the compound with Marcellus. She was happy, she beamed, and I gave her all the happiness of this world.

"How can you forget that you own a house?" Ella muttered more to herself, "If you have several properties all over the world, it can happen that you forget a property," I told her, to which she modeled me.

"How rich are you?" she asked me as I followed her into the kitchen, Ella was wearing a grey cardigan today, over a plain T-shirt and jeans, "I would have to ask my accountant for the exact fortune," I replied to her, to which she looked at me skeptically. 'I don't think I want to know how expensive the suits are, all of which look strangely the same, the only thing that's different is the ties, is that any code? If you wear green, you have a good mood, blue rather discouraged and red rather annoyed?" Ella answered me and reminded me with her question, wrapped in a comment about my choice of clothes.

"The suits aren't really the same," I replied to her question, to which Ella did not answer, she smeared a slice of bread and ate it in silence. I was relieved that she at least at something.

In the last few days, I had to remind her several times that she was eating something, but I had not asked her the core of the question of whether she was willing to spend a few days in a library where only I was present.

Sudden nervousness took possession of me, what was I so nervous about? It was a simple question if she wanted to search for information in a library about the Companion Band and the related time for a few days. It was not that hard.

But somehow, I did not put the words over my lips, Ella cleared everything away and surprised me with her next question, "If we go to this house, shouldn't you buy food beforehand? Because I can't just live off the air".

Astonished I looked at her and while I was still in the bathroom, Niklaus, Ella had already told that there could very probably be information in the house about the tape.

Ella POV:

The house that Elijah seemed to own, which was most likely a library of almost every supernatural being a book to find, was, according to his statement, 3-4 hours from New Orleans, but was a 10-hour drive.

I was just in a gas station shop with the order to buy something to eat and drink, that vampire was at his car that had to be refuelled, I had no idea what kind of car it was, I just knew it was expensive.

Until now I only had a bottle of water in my hand, the choice of food was not exactly great, because when I looked at the ingredients, I could not eat so many things, without abdominal pain and very regular toilet visits.

The foods that were bought in the compound for the people, better organic and without additives like sweeteners, especially because Freya did not like them, and Klaus wanted only the best for Hope.

"Just water?" Elijah informed himself as he stowed his smartphone back in his suit jacket, then I took another bottle of Coke and then he looked at me in amazement, there was not really anything to eat here and quite honestly, I was hungry rather than abdominal pain because I could not tolerate something well.

The journey continued for several hours and when Elijah finally arrived at the finish line, I felt as if I had just spent 2 days in the car. It was already dawning and because Elijah apparently had no neighbors, as far as I could see, only grassy area and trees, I was not surprised that Elijah led me to the house where the next surprise was waiting. "Master Mikaelson, why didn't they let me get my luggage in?" Elijah was greeted by an older man in a butler costume and bowed to me.

"Mrs. Mikaelson" he spoke to me, had I just interrogated myself? But I could not say anything because Elijah introduced the older man as Edward and explained to me that he had been looking after the house for several years when he was not there.

He had known him for 300 years, so he was a vampire.

Elijah led me further into the house, a large wide staircase leading up from the front door as we continued to walk through the ground floor, leaving a door to the large kitchen, while large white wing doors revealed the large living room. The décor was mostly hidden under white sheets, but only the outlines told me that it was not modern furniture. "The library is right," Elijah told me, he seemed tense and did not seem amazingly comfortable, with all the impressions still echoing around my head.

I knew the expression Mrs. Only in connection with married couples, but I was not married to Elijah, nor did something like love connect with him, something I did not want, no matter what my heart told me on this point.

"Does Edward live here in the house?" I asked him as I followed the original vampire in a suit into the library and felt more than a lack of place. I had agreed to go to this house with him because I was hoping for answers this time, but I never expected to be thought of as his wife, certainly not by a vampire who seemed to play caretaker for Elijah.

"He lives in his own house, he maintains it and makes sure that the precious books do not fall into disrepair," he told me, and when he turned on the light, it became clear how big the library was.

Bookcases that reached to the ceiling, especially old books were in display cases, Elijah inspected his books and checked whether his employee had done a good job. It was surreal to be here and experience something new, I never thought that would be. That my life would look so different.

I had no idea that I would learn a lot about the tape tomorrow and about my companion.