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*Worst Night*

Elijah knew it the minute that Elena died. It felt similar to being staked in the heart with an icicle, and the chill was soaking through his veins, the blood replaced with something akin to arctic sand. He wasn't aware as to why he had these senses, but the vampire had ultimately acknowledged that for whatever reason, something had somehow linked him to Elena. The very first time Elijah had met her, he had been more than empathic where she was concerned. This reaction was not the often dull throbbing behind his eyes that resulted if she were stressed. It was not the marked rise in body temperature of her wrath or the pleasant warmth in his chest of pleasure. There was first the sharp blaze in the pit of his stomach, of physical trauma. Moments later was the distinct tortuously slow frost of death taking over his vessels, he was stunned that he wasn't turning gray. The original only recognized the feel from the time Nicklaus sacrificed the doppelganger to break his mother's curse, at the time he had thought it was just seeing all that Elena was enduring at the hands of his family. It wasn't until afterward, when he was composing his goodbye to her, that he understood the extent of his affections for her. It was then that Elijah had taken an inventory of the odd sensations he would get and connected them to the lovely Miss Gilbert.

  Elijah would decimate whoever had cost the world the most precious and compassionate soul he had ever encountered. Her death would be avenged and only then, he would fall apart, he pledged to himself. Elijah would be to Elena, or her body at least, within twenty minutes. He had considered running, but that would have posed undue risks. The vampire reached into his black suit jacket and tried to phone Rebekah yet again, to no avail. He sent her a text letting her know he would be a week or two late to join them; he suspected she was avoiding speaking to him, which implied she was at the least aware of Elena's death and consequently the hunter's. He let out a low growl; he had just spoken to Elena not 20 minutes ago. His mind reflected on the exchange. “Elena” his speech had broken, “Elijah” She had murmured his name softly, like a prayer. The noble vampire had felt like he had a fever all evening, headache, stomach upset, increased temperature. It had been manageable, but Elena had been a bundle of emotions. Hearing his voice had seemed to ease her anxiety. “Alaric staked Niklaus Elena, he's gone” He had almost wept that part into the phone. He knew his tone had trembled her sharp intake of breath, and his abrupt rise in throat pain let him know she felt profoundly his sorrow. “Elijah, I'm just so sorry, let me know what I can do,” she had brokenly whispered. He had warned her of what may happen to her friends and had urged her to remain safe. He told her he would have to run from the hunter but would check in with her. Elijah was breaking again. He forced the memory deep down. He needed to hold it together just a while longer. Elijah would see this through for her, and later he would decimate everyone involved. Likewise, he would slaughter every sorry bastard that had pledged to keep her protected. Heads would roll. Not only that, but he would torment and crush the individual or individuals responsible. But first Elijah would take care of all the preparations and make certain all was perfect and in place for the precious angel. He would provide her brother with everything he could want or need, Elijah vowed to himself, adding that he would make sure Bonnie and Carolyn were seen after as well.

  Suddenly, the frozen feeling in his veins changed, plucking him out of his reflections with a start. Instead of glacial cold, it now felt like molten lava flowing through his veins. He gasped at the fierce heat of it. He hadn't had this sensation in over 1000 years, but he recognized it. She was in transition. For the second time on the same night in over 450 years, tears escaped down Elijah's face in relief. Time was not out yet. Maybe there would even be an eternity for Elena. He would be able to see her, to pledge to avenge her at the least. He would get to say goodbye if that was her wish. Elijah would make certain whatever choice Elena made, it was respected, and it was her own. Where he had failed in protecting her before, he would succeed in this.

  His phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts as he was pulling into town. He flipped it open. “Hello Ms. Fell” he knew why she was calling, but she wouldn't know that he did. “Elijah, I used it. I had to use a vial yesterday,” she stated without preamble. He realized what she was referring to. He had made preparations some time ago for Elena. Elijah had expressed to the Dr. That he had noticed she was using vampire blood to assist her patients and left her strict orders to proceed only with utmost caution. He had given her 3 vials of his blood to be utilized specifically for Elena in case of critical emergencies only and had told her he wasn't sure how well Elena's doppelganger blood had been mixing with all of her friends and was concerned with the slower than the normal speed of healing she seemed to exhibit. He had compelled her to only employ his blood on her and to call him when she was down to one vial. “Pray tell Ms. Fell what was so extreme that Elena required my blood,” he seethed into the phone. He had also asked her to call if ever any needed to be used, and she hadn't called him. Her voice shook. She was near a breakdown. “She showed up in the emergency room with a hematoma yesterday. It was bad, she would not have survived another hour by the time the ambulance brought her.” She paused, and Elijah gave her credit for her composure. He knew, and she realized she had fucked up, but he could be nothing but grateful he was going to get to see her for at least one more day. “Hurry, Elijah, we are in the mortuary. I don't think she should be alone with the Salvatore's, and they will be here soon.” She hung up the phone as he came to a squealing halt at the emergency room. Elijah was out of the door and running down to the morgue. Luckily, he had made it to the hospital before anyone. Elijah rushed to Elena laying on a metal table and refused to allow himself to feel or to spare more than a glance at the fallen beauty. He had no chance of making it to his car. Understanding they would be moments behind him, Elijah secured Elena bridal style in his arms and vamp speed her to the mansion.

-Authors Note-
Thank you so much for reading. This is my 1st attempt at writing rather than reading all feedback is welcome!