Girl of the Originals

Chapter 5

Elijah's POV

For a thousand years, I felt like I've been trying to bring this family together, or at least create some kind of peace. By attempting to do this, I have sacrificed a lot, love and time wasted when I was stuck in a casket. There was only one thing besides my loyalty to my blood that I would never sacrifice, that would be a soulmate.

Soulmates are incredibly rare, so much so that I haven't even bothered trying to find mine. You don't know if they even exist or if they have been born yet. Instead I treasured every little love I have received in the past millennium before it was destroyed.

Now and forever, there's Anastasia Gilbert. As soon as my eyes laid upon her, I couldn't look away. She was so stunning so breathing taking with the fiercest brown eyes to behold a young lady, long hair a shade darker, and an golden brown olive complexion.

I will bring this family, including our new edition, together, but I will no longer sacrifice Isabella to do so. She is my number one priority.

After talking to Elena, I left her bedroom, but didn't dare leave the premises. Not only would Niklaus have my head for that, and even though I seriously doubted that anybody knew about who she was to my younger brother and I yet, our weakness, I had just met the girl, and not a single bone in my body wanted to leave.

"Why are you pacing right outside my bedroom door?" a soft, voice startled me from behind. I whipped around noticing for the first time, Isabella standing in the doorway of her bedroom.

"I apologize. I was hoping that I could speak to you," I said.

You could've knocked," she smiled.

I blinked momentarily distracted. "I'll keep that in mind for the future."

"Why do you wear a suit? Its kinda formal," she wondered.

"Why don't we continue this in your bedroom," I offered.

"Sorry no vampires allowed," she smirked, "but I think that I can make an exception for my soulmate."

Her room was small with a queen sized bed with a pink comforter on it, purple walls, a wooden dresser with a vanity mirror on top, and a door that probably opened up into her closet. She did a running start and jumped onto the bed.

"I am so tired," she informed me.

"Go to sleep then. I'll be here when you wake up," I told her in a soft tone. She rolled her eyes.

"Ok, Edward Cullen," she joked.

"Goodnight, anastasia ," I told her causing her to giggle, "what is so funny?"

"In my favorite book, there is this girl named Isabella, Bella for short and she falls in love with a vampire named Edward, who is a gentlemen like you," she explained.

"Oh," I said standing in the middle of her room awkwardly. She patted the spot next to her.

"Come lay down next to me," she said. I listened not being able to help myself because it was like our connection was grabbing onto my bright red tie and tugging me towards her. I think that even if we weren't soulmates, there is something about Isabella that is intriguing and draws you in, maybe its her light and happy nature, and would've drawn me in regardless of the situation.

We were just laying there side by side with sparks flowing between us even though we weren't even touching, and I knew that Niklaus wouldn't like this one bit, but she is mine too. God that sounds wrong, but how do you say it the right way?

After a few moments of silence, anastasia admitted so softly I almost couldn't hear, even with my vampire hearing. "I'm scared," she said.

"Of what?" I asked concerned. I sat up just a little bit, so that I could see her face while she talked.

She shook her head, "Never mind."

"No, please tell me, I need to know," I pleaded.

"I love my sister and Jeremy and my Aunt Jenna and I feel like you guys are going to make me leave that all behind. Don't get me wrong, I like the idea that we are soulmates, but I can't leave my family behind," she informed me.

"Your family can come with us. Its the only way to keep you safe," I tried to persuade and comfort her at the same time.

"Where would we go?" she bit her bottom lip.

"Anywhere," I smiled, "anywhere you would like to go."

"But I have school to finish," she moaned.

"I'm sure that Klaus and I can help you with that. We are very well read and know several languages, history, math, literature..." I trailed off.

"Why can't we stay here?" she asked.

"Too boring. Besides we want to show you the world," I explained.

"You said that we could go anywhere that I wanted to go," she pointed out.

"But we can't go to Mystic Falls because we are already here," I joked. She narrowed her eyes at me which was probably meant to serve as a glare in my direction, but the glint of mischief and fire, gave her away. After that we talked for hours, until she yawned and her eyelids began to droop, then her unconsciousness took her away from me, but I didn't mind.

When she sleeps, she has the tiniest hint of a smile on her face, peaceful and happy.

Marcel's POV

That night after hours of music in the town square and later partying at my palace, with our cups, vampire and human cups alike full of alcohol, we danced under several twinkling lights and streamers for no reason. There was no special occasion. I've always loved doing something spontaneously.

Sometime that morning, I fell asleep, and for the first time in ages, I dreamt. I can't remember the last time I've had a dream. Maybe it was when I was a boy. I would have nightmares at night after a bad beating from my master who was also my father. Or maybe the last thing I ever dreamt about was Rebekah.

This time I dreamt about another, in my opinion sexier, woman. She was small, almost like a little pocket fairy, but curvy. She had large breasts, and an even more amazing ass. After a few long moments, I was finally able to look away towards her face. Her big and brown eyes were captivating, and I could just picture myself grabbing onto her long, wavy brown hair as I thrust into her deeply, causing her to moan my name...