Similar ~Elijah Mikaelson~ {Sequel to Different}

8~Innocent

~Elijah~

I sulked in my room again. My skin was pale and I was growing weaker. I was starving and neither of my siblings were here to force feed me.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. My enhanced senses smelled out human blood pumping through human veins.

"Elijah! I have a present for you!" Niklaus called from below.

"I'm not interested!" I called back.

"You will be once you see her!"

Wait, her? What would I care for a petty human girl? The love of my life was dead and gone.

Deciding that the need to feed was too much, I gave in. I rushes down to where Niklaus was and gasped.

In his arms a woman that looked a lot like Libby, my Libby.

"I went to visit her grave and she just showed up. She's alive, but she's human. Well, a human spirit Angel thing." Klaus explained.

I barely heard what he said. I darted my hands out and took Libby from him. I pulled her into my arms and just held her. She was sleeping, but she was alive.

~

Time passed and Libby woke up. Yet, she wasn't herself. She couldn't speak, read, or write. She was the same in apoearance, but a child in her mind.

My only guess was something or someone on the other side, possibly my own mother, wanted her to be this way; new and young.

E-li-jah?

She could speak to me in small mind words or pictures she picked up. I was teaching her words and phrases as best as I could.

She relied on me to make her food, which I did. I also let her wear one of Rebekah's old dresses.

"Yes, love?" I asked sweetly. Niklaus had grown impatient with the way I treated Libby, but it was up to me. She was my responsibility, even though he did find her.

A picture of the bathtub dashed in my head, followed by a picture of water. Piecing the two together, I realized she wanted me to give her a bath.

"You want a bath?" I asked her. She nodded in reaponse. Softly smiling, I went to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and ran the water.

She needed help undressing and bathing. I'll admit, I felt bad, like I was taking advantage of her because she was so childlike. That didn't stop her from trying to be so.... seductive.

She had a mind of an innocent child, but she knew her love for me, thankfully.

"Love, it's ready." I said as I stepped back into the room. I expected Libby to be patiently sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Instead, I found her sitting in the corner, sobbing.

"Love, what's wrong?" I asked as I knelt next to her. I pulled her into my arms and held her closely.

An image of an unhappy me flashed onto my head. I frowned. "Do you think I am unhappy?"

A picture of her making me unhappy flashed into my mind. I frowned, tears forming in my eyes.

"Libby, love, you do not make me unhappy. You make me so unbelievably happy. You are making progress. At this rate, you'll be your old self again." I whispered, placing my lips to her forehead. She loved my forehead kisses. They soothed her.

She nodded, wiping her eyes. Then, she nudged my chin with her nose. This meant one thing: She wanted a kiss.

"Love, your bath water is getting cold." I came up with an excuse. It's not that I didn't want to kiss her, I really did. The guilt of taking advantage of me chewed me up from the inside.

Libby began to cry again, the same unhappy image of myself forming in my head. Only this time, a picture of Hayley and I kissing flashed with it.

I sighed, promising something to her. "If you allow me to give you a bath, we can cuddle and kiss before bed, okay?"

Libby quickly poked my chin with her nose, then nodded. I gave her a quick peck on the lips before hoisting her up and taking her into the bathroom.

I sat her on the counter and undressed her. Then I gently helped her into the tub. She went for the luffa and soap, wanting to do it herself. I bit my lip, wondering if I should let her try it or help her.

In the end, the chance at seeing her cry won out. I grabbed the luffa and soap. I put the soap on the luffa and washed her up. I washed her hair for her, too. Then I dried her off and changed her into her nightgown. She hated it, and nearly cried when her blue eyes landed on it, but she did not fight me on it.

I rested in my bed with her. She curled up in my arms, closing her eyes and pursing her lips. I did the same, kissing her softly.

The guilt I felt ebbed and passion took over. I could barely contain myself around her. Now that she was human again, I was going to treat her far better than I did before.