𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 {𝙴. 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌}

🥀 4. I'm falling for his brother🥀

Elijah is standing in our room, he's standing in front of us as we just stare at each other. His skin is gray and mottled still from not feeding during the times he was daggered, and I can tell that he can't help but focus on our pulsing carotid artery as a result of his hunger, but we're unfazed. He's tall, has very pretty brown hair and a lovely pair of eyes to match. He's voice is so calm and soothing, I hope he stays longer because I just have to know more about him.

"Davina I'll do all the talking, I don't trust anyone around you." My sister nods and she goes over to her bed but still watches as she swings her feet. "So, You're the one they call honorable?"

Elijah smiles. "Yes, that's what they call me. And yet, I followed my brother here to New Orleans to engage in a war. So, I ask you--" He comes around the chair and haves a seat. "Does that sound honorable to you?"

"You don't look well." I ask a bit concerned.

"Well, only this morning, I had a mystical dagger embedded in my chest, so I'd say I'm holding myself together quite well." He pauses for a moment. "Delilah, I believe that you, me, and your sister have the power to end a war between witches and vampires before it truly begins. I, by keeping my brother in line; you and your sister, by behaving like your true selves -- not some tool for Marcel or the witches."

"And why should we trust you?" My sister ask from the bed and I nod, agreeing with her question.

"Well, for one thing, in spite of a ravenous hunger, I have not tried to take either of your blood." The original stares directly at me and it's like this fire burst throughout my body. We stare at each other for what seems like forever, there's something about this guy and I just can't shake this feeling.

I shrug my shoulders. "Why not? We're the only ones here."

"Even in my present condition, I would not feed from children." I walk over to my table and pick up a hair pin.

"My sister is 16, I'm 19 about to be 20, so therefore." I walk over to the original slowly, but confidently. I stand in front of him as I prick my finger with the pin. A drop of blood clings to the tip of it. I hold the pin in his face and he slowly grabs my hand and place the pin on his lip. We stare into each other eyes as he licks the drop of blood off of his lower lip, and after a moment, his skin returns to it's normal complexion. "I'm not a child." He continues to stare at me and I look pleased and smile at him, for not trying to kill me.

Davina clears her throat and I finally look away from him. "We should get some sleep, it's been a long night and I really think Delilah should rest. Especially after using all that magic." I nod at my sister's words.

"Um." I clear my throat and look at him again. "You can sleep, in your coffin I guess. We don't wanna chance Marcel seeing you."

"Very well, we can continue this conversation in the morning." He smiles at me for a moment before heading to his coffin. "I'll see you both in the morning."

"Goodnight Elijah." I smile and head to bed and he climbs in his coffin and closes the lid.

My sister looks at me and squeals and I throw a pillow at her with my magic. "Hey!!" I roll my eyes as I climb into bed. "Come on Lilah, can't you see the chemistry that you two have. I actually think he's a perfect fit for you."

"Well you shut up, I'm pretty sure he can still hear us." I lay under my blankets and turn off my lamp before fully laying down. "I mean he is cute." My sister squeals again and I groan. "Goodnight Davina."

My sister finally lays down and I smile at the tension he and I both had. I've never felt so close to someone ever in my life, I don't even know who he is and yet I already feel like I know a enough. I can't feel like this for the enemy, Marcel would be absolutely pissed and I don't want him to hate me. If anything, I think that Klaus is the real enemy, I can't believe I'm falling for his brother.