DEMENTOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [2]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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.

- - - - - -- - --- - - - - -↭- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

love language Ariana Grande

If you gonna keep speaking my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feeling anxious

That's the kind of shit I like

Teach me how to love you, I'm unlearning what ain't right

I want you to keep speaking my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night

- - - - - -- - --- - - - - -↭- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Serious warnings: This chapter is for mature audiences only, containing heavy sexual content. Scenes may be triggering so read at your own risk. Do not read if uncomfortable.

rue

"As I have explained repeatedly brother, my presence here in Algiers is purely to assemble allies."

Elijah's baritone voice echoed inside of my mind, despite my eyes remaining shut tight. I was sleeping soundly, at least trying to, underneath the white comforter of his new king-sized bed before the man answered his phone and began his daily argument with Klaus.

It would be so nice if they saved their sibling squabble for later in the day.

"Given all the enemies we have in the form of wayward siblings and ancient maniacal Aunt Dahlia, I would think you'd applaud my efforts." My boyfriend continued in a huff, his footsteps pacing the room.

Shifting my body into a more comfortable position, I lifted up my heavy eyelids, adjusting to the daylight that cascaded through the tall glass windows at a diagonal angle. It lit up the studio apartment in the most pleasing way, making the new space feel more open even with the plastic-covered furniture. I blinked a few times, watching as Elijah had the phone up to his ear, using his other hand to hang his suit jackets by color in the open wardrobe.