For a vampire that has been alive for almost 900 years, you knew that most of the emotions that you felt would just be a fleeting moment. Many of which you couldn't care less about. Love was the only emotion that you tried to not feel. You knew the emotions and the memories that came with it could have long lasting affect if things ever went badly. Especially when life seemed infinite as a vampire.
It was probably why you had found it easier to keep a hold onto the darker things in life. You thrived as a vampire compared to the helpless human you had been before your death. This new life had changed your perspective on so many things. You made it so that those that knew your name would tremble in fear. You took what you wanted and survived through the centuries doing just that.
That was until you met a certain Original. For one that was used to causing chaos and destruction in your wake, he made you feel different. The feelings you had told yourself that you would never feel, they dug their way in and it scared you to no end. But you let them in hoping that it wasn't just you feeling that way.
No matter what feelings had taken hold within your heart, they no longer mattered in this moment to you. You wanted nothing more than to forget the emotions that went with the name. To forget the memories that went with the face. Just for a few hours anyway. It wasn't exactly like you can completely forget about the man you had known for more than half your existence.
But you were right there on the edge, about to say to hell with everything. That was obvious with the with the number of refills you had with in the last hour of the glass of whiskey sitting in front of you. It was a chance to drown your sorrows before taking your leave. Because if you didn't leave, you knew you'd be prone to causing a bit of bloodshed without any care.
We can't.
Why are you fighting this?
You know why, Y/N. It never ends well and things are better left as they are.
The memory of the words that had been said hours ago played on an endless loop in your mind. If it was possible to hear a heart shatter, it happened in that moment when you stormed out of the Mansion and found yourself headed towards the Mystic Grill.
While you had hoped that it would be almost empty, that way you could ignore what little people were there and get lost in a bottle, it was the opposite. The place was packed with locals. But being the only bar in town, you stayed needing some form of alcohol in your system.
The music was loud and the bass could be felt from the moment you had entered the place. The areas that usually held the tables and chairs, along with the area that held the pool tables, had been converted into the dance floor. The booths left untouched to give space for those that wish to sit or eat. The Grill looked like a completely different place compared to what it looked like yesterday.
Where you currently sat at the bar, is where you had been for the last few hours. You hadn't minded just sitting there. No one dared to bother you, especially when it only took a bit of compulsion to get them to easily leave you alone.
You made the decision that tonight would be your last night in Mystic Falls. You felt as though you no longer had any real reason to stay. That your presence would just make things more complicated than it already had been. With the pain that was currently residing in your chest, you figured it would just be better to leave this place behind and move on to somewhere new.
"You look like someone just murdered your pet bunny in front of you." Damon's voice broke the thoughts that had been on a continuous loop in your head.
Your Y/E/C eyes looked towards him. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he took a seat next to you. Unlike the rest of the people in this town, you were somewhat friends with Damon. You had been for decades.
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Elijah Mikaelson Collection
FanfictionA collection of all the Elijah Mikaelson one-shots I've written over the past few years. Fics include mostly angst but there is an occasional fluffy one tossed in.