Elijah Mikaelson Imagines

Part 5

Imagine having an argument with Elena because of your feelings for Elijah
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"The things I would let that man do to me," I told my friends Bonnie and Caroline. They turn to see Elijah Mikaelson, the noble original vampire. He stood next to his brother at the bar of Mayor Lockwood's house. She hosted the annual founders' party, and the Mikaelsons were invited. I wouldn't have thought they would show up, knowing Stefan, Damon, and Elena were plotting to bring their father back from the dead to kill them. They turned back to me, with Caroline rolling her eyes and Bonnie shaking her head at my antics. "What would let him do to you, Spencer?" Bonnie asked amusement in her tone. Bonnie knew all about my crush on Elijah. Bonnie and I are closer to each other than Elena and Caroline. I can't tell Elena and Caroline anything without being judged, but Bonnie lets me be me. Also, the fact that our parents aren't always around made the bond even more potent. "Elijah can rip my heart out and eat it, and I would say 'thank you.'" Bonnie and I start laughing while Caroline rolls her eyes yet again. "You know Elena isn't going to like you even thinking about him."

"Interesting Caroline. And here I thought my mother's name was Michelle," I said sarcastically. Caroline scoffs and looks away from me, crossing her arms. Ever since her 'sacrifice' of the sun and moon curse, everyone does what Elena says. Not me; my dad, before he left for good, told me I have the heart, mind, and soul to do whatever I want, and what I want is not to have my life dictated by someone. "Come on, Caroline, don't act like that. Just because you decided not to move things forward with Klaus doesn't mean Spence doesn't have to move forward with Elijah." This is why Bonnie is my best friend. No matter what, she will always have my back. "And I seriously don't know why. I mean, Klaus is hot. You could've been my future sister-in-law," I joked, making Caroline laugh.
"Klaus is pretty hot, though," Caroline said, looking towards the two brothers. While she looked at Klaus, I looked at Elijah. Always in over $5000 suit. His hair was perfectly styled, that smirk he always managed to keep on his face, and those beautiful brown eyes. My eyes roamed down to his hands. Those hands would look perfect on my body or inside of my pussy. His daylight ring sat on his left middle finger. I wondered if he fingered me with that hand, would he taste me on his ring? "Can you guys stop staring?" Bonnie said, snapping in front of our faces.
"No, wait, what are you guys staring at?" Damon said behind me. I jumped in fright, not knowing he was right there. I slapped his chest as he laughed at me. Stefan chuckles at his brother and me while holding Elena's hand. "That's not funny, dude. I hate when you do that." Damon wrapped his arm around my shoulder, whispering, "I know. That's why I do it." I shoved him off of me, making him laugh once more. "No, but seriously, what were you staring at?" He asked once more, looking around. "Nothing," Caroline squeaked while I said, "I was staring at Elijah." Elena scoffed, rolling her eyes. I look at her, confused. "is there something you would like to say, El?"

"No, not a thing." She said in a rude tone, looking everywhere but at me. "No, really. It seemed important. Say it."

"You shouldn't have a thing for Elijah. He's dangerous."

"Maybe I like dangerous."

"No, seriously, Spencer. He's an original with 1000+ years of enemies. I don't want you to be heartbroken."

"The only thing that's getting broken is my back," I said, making Bonnie snort. Elena glared at her as she tried to cover it up with a cough. "Like I said, you shouldn't be having a thing for Elijah. You need to get him out of your head." I stared at her mouth open in disbelief. Who does she think she is? "Who the fuck are you to be telling me what I need to do?" Elena looked shocked, as I never cursed at her before. She quickly recovered, saying, "I am your friend. I'm only trying to look for what's best for you." I scoff, swiping at my nose, feeling it burn with anger. "Are you sure you're not looking out for yourself?"