Her Name Was Abigail {Elijah Mikaelson}

[1] 1779

In the darkness of the corner is where I hid. Watching rooms full of people, humans, could distract me for hours on end. As harmless as they were, humans were cruel and merciless. Women would gossip about other women and men would lie drunken eyes upon other men's wives.

While I hid in the darkness I would gather my thoughts and perceptions of humanity. While yes I found them cruel, merciless and at times deserving of death, there were always a few that would stand out and would give me a glimmer of hope. This hope would be found when one woman turned away from the group of gossiping prudes or when a man would instead help an embarrassed wife to get her drunk husband home instead of attempting to slip into bed with her.

These glimmers of hope came few and far between but when I did witness one I would treasure it greatly. I've always wanted to believe in the goodness of humanity. When my own humanity was stripped from me I felt as if I had lost every reason to take the breaths that I no longer took. I no longer deserved the unbeating heart that sat decaying in my chest as an evil poison streamed throughout my veins.

During a dinner party in New Orleans in the year 1779, my eyes and soul were captivated by a new glimmer of hope. She swayed into the room with her head held high and a smile radiating to each person that she layed eyes on. While I thought myself to be hidden she proved me wrong when her eyes immediately met with my own eyes. I wanted to turn away, to not fill myself with a form of embarrassment that I was not accustomed to but I stood frozen like a statue meant to fill the corners of each room.

She was alone, neither a husband nor a father by her side. This alone was interesting as many husbands came to showcase their new brides and fathers would showcase their single daughters in hopes that he would find her soulmate (or his ride to unearned fortune) at parties such as this. I had observed many parties in New Orleans and had become familiar with many faces but her face was one not from a time before.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders as her brilliant blue eyes stayed dependent on my own. Still like a statue I resided in the corner, unable to move. Escorted by herself she sauntered towards me, never removing her eyes from my presence. It was as if we were two magnets that had been perfectly drawn to one another. An imaginary line straight from her to me to guide her into my devilish life.

Suddenly every other soul in the room seemed to disappear as she stood in front of me, only inches away. Her radiant smile slowly turned into a warm grin as she extended her soft hand towards me. I sucked in a breath of air that I was unable to hold as it quickly got away from me. Her beauty silently astounding me.

"I couldn't help but notice your presence from across the room..." she whispered as she kept her delicate hand outstretched.

"As I couldn't help but notice yours..." I whispered back as I took her hand in my own, grazing my thumb across the top of her skin as I lowered my head to place a gentle kiss upon it.

"May I ask your name?" she asked politely as her face flushed with color.

"Elijah..." I whispered as I kept a subtle grin across my lips, "Elijah Mikaelson."

Her pink lips pursed gently as my name seemed to run across her mind in familiarity. I inhaled another breath in fear as my thoughts rushed to only one face: Klaus. Perhaps she had deceived me with her innocence. It would come to me as no surprise if she were to tell me that she has already met a fellow with a name similiar to my own.

"Mikaelson..." she repeated, her voice as smooth as a note of a lullaby.

"I don't suppose that you've become familiar with such a name already..." I pondered as I waited for her to announce her name as I once again glanced around the room to remember that we are in fact in a room full of people.