Book 1 of 3
18+ Warning ⚠️ mature scenes and language.
Sneakpeek-
"You mean something to me. Don't you?" He whispered into my ear as we danced. I nodded slowly. "Is that why I keep seeing you? Feeling this? Elijah has spoken of something similar wi...
Elijah ended up leaving after our exchange. Something about seeing me tomorrow and that I should get some sleep. Getting up in the morning, I smiled. No nightmares last night, it was like a completely dreamless sleep. Thoughts of if this was a result of being around Elijah last night passed my mind.
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After getting a shower and dress a knock on my door interrupted my pour of coffee. Who would be at my door at five in the morning? Putting the coffee pot down on the warmer, I moved to the front door, opening the door slowly and peeking around.
"Elijah?" I said, opening the door the rest of the way. "Why are you here?"
"I'm sorry- I shouldn't have come by." Elijah muttered. Was he really flustered?
"Elijah." His eyes snapped to me when I spoke his name. "Why are you here?" I repeated. Elijah started to fiddle with his cuffs.
"I thought I could walk you to work. You said you had to open early.." Elijah trailed off, his eyebrows furrowed. I smiled at how perturb he was acting.
"Give me just a second." I told him, leaving the door open as I walk back to my kitchen. Elijah placed his hand on the invisible barrier, before sighing and stand back waiting.
Coming back with a coffee cup and my jacket on, I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, locking up.
"Shall we?" I asked, taking a drink of my coffee. Elijah smiled at me and nodded, offering his arm to me. A giggle left my lips before I weaved my arm into his.
"Do you always drink coffee?" Elijah asked as we made it out of the apartment complex.
"I do." I responded simply, taking a sip of the black heaven like liquid. Elijah hummed in response. "Is there a problem with that?" I asked, looking up at him. He glanced down at me and smiled.
"No, I was just asking. So why a Bakery?"
"Paul offered me a job when I came here a year ago." I told him. Elijah looked down at me, intrigued.
"A year ago? Where were you before?"
"What? So you can tell your brother where I've been?" I teased. Elijah shook his head, smiling. "I was in Mystic Falls."
"And what chased you here?"
"Chased me? I'm not a mouse being chased by a cat, Elijah." I scolded him playfully. He chuckled.
"That's not what I mean. What made you come here?" I sighed, biting my lip.
"My dad died.." I admitted. Elijah jerked his head towards me, shocked. "He had his throat ripped out since I refused to invite someone into my home." Elijah stopped walking, turning towards me.
"Who?" He asked, well more so demanded. I shook my head. "Frankie-Who did this?"
"It doesn't matter. What's done is done." Elijah stared at me with a look that was still demanding for more information, but he ended up sighing as I refused to tell him.
