Elijah Mikaelson Imagines

Part 13

Soulmate. The person you're destined to be with. In this story, your soulmates name in written in their native language. Once met, the name is changed to a language you understand and then disappears.

"Oh you can't be fucking serious!" I yelled at my parents. They just told me they've arranged me to be married to one of the most powerful families in the supernatural world. The Mikaelsons. "Sweetie you have to realize this is perfect for us." My mom tried to reason with me. I looked at her like she was insane. The only reason why it was perfect for them is because I am paying off my dads debt. "Sure, selling your only child would be perfect for you. If dad did what the fuck he had to do, I wouldn't be arranged to marry one of the most powerful families in the world!"

"Don't scream at your mother like that!" He defended my mother. I rolled my eyes at him, not caring for his presence. All he had to do was a find a witch powerful enough to help break a curse that was placed on one of the siblings. The youngest one Henrik. When he couldn't, he died and in return my father begging for his pathetic life, told them that I could be sold off for marriage to one of the siblings. I didn't know which one and didn't care for it because I'm not marrying them. "But mom what about my soul mate?" I whined her showing her my wrist.

My soulmates name was written on my wrist in a language I didn't understand. When I asked my mom about it, she said it was a dead language and no one has spoken or written in it for centuries. "If or when you find your soulmate, then that would be for your husband to decide. Other than that, you're marrying a Mikaelson." She said stomping her foot to the ground. "This is fucking bullshit!" I yelled walking off into my room slamming the door. I plopped down on my bed screaming into my pillow. I looked at my wrist, rubbing the name on it whispering "Please come save me."
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I groaned as I hear loud knocks on my door. "Melanie, get dressed! The Mikaelsons will be coming soon!" I rolled my eyes as I threw the covers over my head. "Melanie I know you're still in bed! Get up and get dressed!" I rolled out of bed before walking to the door and opening it to see my mother ready to knock again. "Oh great you're up. Come on we need you dressed to perfection." She barged into my room and went straight to my closet. "I want you to know I don't like this."

"Melanie I want you to know that I don't care. Go do your morning routine." I mumbled under my breath walking to the bathroom. I wonder who I'm getting married off to as I do my routine. There's Finn, Elijah, Niklaus and Kol. No one has seen or heard from Finn in years. I hope his return isn't based on my hand in marriage. Niklaus isnt someone i want to marry, hes the reason why im in this predicament. The hybrid always have to get his way or else, youre either dead or like me, married into the family. Kol, on the other hand is the most vicious, ruthless of them all.. to other species. He actually really nice when it comes to witches. Last but certainly not least Elijah Mikaelson, the noble one of the bunch and the most handsome. Ive only heard of the stories but women have fallen head over heels in love just by his smile. He's the kindest, and sweetest person you'll ever meet. He's also the most truth worthy. He always keeps his word.

"Melanie hurry up! The Mikaelsons will be here any moment!" My moms yelling snapped me out of my thoughts. I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room and saw the outfit my mom laid out on the bed for me. "I seriously hope she dont think im going to put this on." I said holding it up in disgust. My mom have the nerve to pick out a big pink fluffy dress with ruffles and pink sandal heels. When have she ever seen me in pink?! I go into my closet and pick out a red pleated skirt, a white button down shirt, and black and red sweater vest and my red air forces one. I quickly changed and made my way downstairs.

My mom and dad both looked at my outfit and gave mixed expressions to it. My mom looked at with disgust and hatred while my dad nodded his head in approval. Before my mom had any chance to tell me to change, knocks heard at the door. "You better be on your best behavior." She said going to open the door. "YoU bEtTeR bE oN YoUr bEsT bEhAvIor." I said mocking her under my breath.