Different ~Elijah Mikaelson~

15~History Repeated

~Elijah's P.O.V.~

"She's dead."

Those two simple words pierced my heart, breaking it. My world shattered and my ripper side, that every Vampire has, tried surfacing. Tears fell down my cheeks.

"Elijah...." Elena tried, choking back her own tears. She placed a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged her off.

Suddenly, the doctor came back out. He smiled happily, arms outstretched. "We have good news. She's been revived."

Elena and I shared a glance. We knew what this meant.

"Can we see her?" Elena asked, looking back at the doctor. He nodded and led us to Libby's room.

"How are you feeling?" The words tumbled from my lips before I could even think. "Hungry? Thirsty? Tired?"

"I feel like shit, no thanks to you." She hissed. I frowned, stepping back. She had every right to hate me.

"He didn't do this to you, you know." Elena said, furious. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she had a look on her face like that of a scornful mother.

"I did. I know. I don't need a damn lecture, Elena. I wanted to die, so I did something." Libby said with an eyeroll. A wince followed her actions and she looked away.

My brown eyes glanced at the bandaged cut on her arm. It wasn't healed like it should be.

"Libby.... Are you... A Vampire?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the wound. The smell of the caked blood on the bandage drove me wild.

"Uhm... No?" She questioned softly. "Why?"

"The doctors actually revived her.... She's human..." Elena whispered.

Suddenly, a woman burst into the room. She had a square face, bright green eyes, and blonde hair. Her hair was tied up and she had her arms crossed over her chest.

"What is the meaning of this, Elizabeth? I get a call about your tragic familial problems, see you at the funeral, ship you here to some family friends and then this? I gave you a choice, and you took it for granted. You're coming home with me." The woman let loose her fury with no mind paid to either Elena or I.

"Cami, please. You couldn't have done any better at stopping this." Libby told her, voice quiet and meak.

"I'm a psychiatrist, you bet your ass I could do better!" The woman, Cami, hissed.

Libby rolled her eyes. She looked over at me, eyes softening. She mouthed, 'Compel her to leave'.

"Excuse me, miss, but who are you?" Elena asked. She dropped her arms from her chest as she looked at the woman.

"I'm Camille, Libby's legal guardian and distant aunt." Camille said. "You must be Elena."

"I am." Elena nodded. She outstretched her hand to me, glancing my way. "That's my friend, Elijah. He's the one who found Libby."

"Thank you." Camille nodded to me. I simply nodded back, intrigued by the woman. She turned to Libby, facial expression softening. "Once you get, we're packing your things and you'll be moving with me to New Orleans."

My ears perked at the mention of New Orleans. That was my former home, and I knew that Klaus had headed back to deal with some witch problems. I would finish business here and head back. I was not going to leave Libby like this, especially not now.

"Ma'am, with all due repsect... She's my friend and I'd like for her to stay. This is her first slip up since coming here. Give her another chance, please." Elena pleaded. I was curious as to way she didn't just compel the woman to leave Libby in her care.

"She is simply staying until they release her. You and your friends have until then to say goodbye." Camille said. She then stalked off, probably to go talk to the doctor.

Elena looked at me. "I'm going to go compel her."

"No, you aren't." I told her. "Libby will be safe in my care. Klaus headed back to New Orleans, our former home, to deal with some witches. I will finish my business here and follow Camille and Libby back to the city."

"I want her here!" Elena said, her voice rising.

"In my defense, if I have to stay alive somewhere, I want it to be here." Libby uttered from the bed.

"We'll figure something out." Elena said to her. I looked toward the door, where I could see Camille talking to the doctor. New Orleans could either be safer or worse for Libby. I guess, in due time, I'd find that out. I pledged to keep her safe with every fiber of my being no matter her place of residence.