DEMENTOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [2]

CHAPTER EIGHT

My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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Best Part            Daniel Caesar (feat. H.E.R.)

It's this sunrise

And those brown eyes, yes

You're the one that I desire

When we wake up

And then we make love

It makes me feel so nice

You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert

You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts

You're the sunshine on my life

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elijah

Mystic Falls, Virginia

"So, truth or dare?" She asked, stabbing her chopsticks inside of her take-out box.

It was nearing to be two o'clock in the morning, the sound of the late-night crickets chirping loud enough to be heard through the closed windows. Ruth Whitmore and I were currently hauled up inside a five-star hotel just outside of Virginia, courtesy of yours truly, so that her pest of a friend Stefan Salvatore wouldn't be able to search us down.

I wasn't exactly sure why I was still awake at this hour, normally I would have been in bed, but I really had no intention to sleep just yet.

"I believe I told you earlier that I wasn't so keen on dares. Why don't we just do truths?" I informed, sipping my third glass of bourbon and reaching for another dumpling.

We were both outstretched on the floor; Ruth was sitting cross-legged across from me, while I had a pillow rested underneath my head against the edge of the only bed in the room, my long legs spread out before me. Chinese food was among us in between.