'Eternally Yours' A Stefan Salvatore Love Story (TVD FanFiction)

Life Can Change In One Moment.....

Elise P.O.V

I’m Elise De Duché I was born in the year 1924 in New Orleans Louisianan. The City of New Orleans is known for its jazz, crawfish, tobasco sauce, Mardi Gras, crooked politics, bayous, great food (jambalaya, gumbo, po'boy sandwiches, pralines, beignets). Not forgetting the alligators, Cajun culture of course the Battle of New Orleans, French influences, street musicians, dancing. Every night in New Orleans was like party I think that why over the years we had so many visitors come here it was a city that never slept, music would be played all night long the party never stopped. That was the excitement of my beautiful town but unfortunately for me I wasn’t allowed to be amongst such riff raff as my father would tell me.

My father Philippe De Duché was one of New Orleans finest men he was accountant and dealt with a lot of the crooked politics. Which I didn’t approve of but as my father would tell me there money put food on our table. I was an only child my mother Katrina passed away while giving birth to me but even with all that my father saw me as a precious gift that a part of my mother would always be with him. I looked very much like my mother with my blonde hair and my blue eyes, but even when I looked at photo of her I could never shine like she did. I think that is the main reason why my father adored me so much because of the canny likeness of my mother, he saw me as his little princess and would make sure that I would have everything in live.

In 1940 I was 16 years old I was in one of the private high school Jesuit it was an all-girls school where only the richest families would send their daughter to. My father what me to achieve something in life he didn’t want me to be one of those girls who married into a rich family and had a life given to them, he knew I could go places and achieve my dreams that all he ever wanted from me. That is what I loved about my father that he wanted me to reach my goals to one day maybe travel the world. On December 24th 1940 I received news that my father was brutally attacked in the French Quarters. I ran from my home all the way there without stopping when I arrived I saw a crowd of people, I pushed my way through and I witness something that has left me disturbed till this very day. My father sprawled out on the floor with half of his throat ripped out, I cried over my father body while everyone watched I had lost my only family. It took 2 officers to remove me from his dead corpse, I couldn’t believe that he was gone and I couldn’t understand why anyone would do this to him.

After the service was done for my father I had many people approaching me giving me there condolences, tell me how he was this great man. I didn’t need them to tell me that I knew how a great man my father was. Now I lived alone in this huge home with the staff who kept the home a balance with my father death I came into the family fortune. With all this money I felt I needed to do something with it I wanted to give back to community and I knew just the thing that I could do. My home had 12 bedroom which was far too much for someone like myself, so I turned my family home into a shelter for new comers into town to give them a place to stay until they were on their feet. During the day we would have the less fortunate people come for food we would provide mainly soup and bread but to some of those people that more than they had in weeks. I wanted to give back and help I neglected my studies and focused on help people, as I felt that was my calling.

The first year of me having my home opened to the public it was a real success I watched people from the gutter rise up and looking healthy and even finding work. I couldn’t tell you how many of those people who thought it was the end of the line for them that they thought life would never give them a break actually saw the light eventually. On October 21st 1941 my home had reached full capacity the popularity of my home was being to spread, and as I had new people approaching my door I didn’t have the heart to turn them away. That night there was a wild storm thunder and lightning it appeared that the heavens had burst opened. There was a knock at my door and Adeline my maid was going to answer but I assured her I would deal with the person, I couldn’t take any more people in and even with the storm I had to turn them away. When I opened the door I came face to face with the most handsome man I’ve ever come across he stood there soaking wet, his face looked like something Michael Angelo had sculptured.