Elijah Mikaelson Imagines and Preferences

Just a Dream

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Elijah Mikaelson/ Female! Reader

His hand laid delicately on your shoulder as he spun you around while the two of you danced to the ballroom music playing. While there were only the two of you in the empty room, the music playing from his phone sounded like it was a live band.

It was your song. The song that you first danced to after your wedding to the eternally suited original. It was perfect.

"Y/N"

You looked up to see Elijah, tears running down his face.

"I'm so sorry" He sobbed.

"What? Elijah, what's going on?"

"Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me."

———

Elijah sat next to your unconscious body clutching your hand for dear life. If he hadn't chased after the eldest Salvatore, he would have been able to stop their witch from cursing you. How they had even found a witch willing to do such magic escaped him as even Bonnie Bennett refused, or so he heard.

Your screams echoed in his mind like a broken record. You shouldn't have even been there. Not that you weren't able to defend yourself, but a human against vampires and witches can not go any other way.

"Do not blame yourself, Elijah. You and I both know that she wouldn't have wanted that."

He closed his eyes and there was a pregnant pause before he responded to his sister.

"I know, but the blame falls squarely on me. I should have insisted that she stayed home."

The blonde scoffed at that.

"Y/N has never liked the idea of hiding while people she cares about are in danger. You could have never stopped her."

"I could have compelled her."

"Then you would have lost her anyway."

He stood up quickly and made eye contact with Rebekah.

"At least she would be okay."

Klaus, from the doorway, stepped into the room.

"Brother, go for a walk. Rebekah, go the other direction. I will watch over her.

———

A day passed before any witch could get a faintest idea of how to undo the curse. The person who stepped forward, however, was not one that had been asked for help. In fact, no one thought she would help.

Bonnie Bennett

It had been at dawn when the front door of the Mikaelson's mansion was knocked on by the young woman. Klaus opened the door and was surprised to not only see the witch there, but to have her press past him carrying a grimore. He follows her down a hallway that opened up to a foyer.

"Excuse me, but what do you think you are doing?"

She turned around swiftly, the grimore held tightly to her chest.

"Look, I don't like you all. But I don't want to see an innocent human suffer. Now if you will let me help her, I will. Otherwise, I won't waste my time."

Bonnie quirked her eyebrow as if to challenge the hybrid.

"Let me show you to her room. Also, you were going the wrong way."

———

The hybrid opened the door and the Bennett witch walked in, setting the grimore down at the edge of the bed where you laid.

"Have you tried giving her blood?" Bonnie asked, taking in your condition.

"Yes, all it helps is to give some color back to their skin. But it helps some at least."

"If the spell is what I think it is, even blood won't help for long."

Klaus looks at Bonnie, with a scared look on his face.

"She brings out the good in our family, believe it or not. Elijah has this life to him that I haven't seen in centuries. How can we undo this?"

———

You sat at the edge of a cliff, staring at the setting sun. You shiver at the cold but then hear the crunching of leaves come from behind you. A suit jacket wraps around your shoulders as the owner of said jacket sits to your left.

"Elijah"

"Honey, I need your help."

You feel confused but you nod.

"This is a dream, Y/N. This isn't real."

"What, what are you talking about?" You ask.

"Remember, you were in the Salvatore mansion when a witch attacked you." Elijah says.

You search his face for any sign of deception or him joking.

"You're trapped in a dream. This isn't happening."

Memories flash briefly of being in the Salvatore mansion but they feel fake, like something wasn't right.

"If what you're saying is true, what do I do?" You ask, not completely believing him.

You trust Elijah, but this seems a little far fetched. Your memory just doesn't make sense.
Something is off.

"Take my hand"

The scene around you shifts to standing on a beam over the cliff. You look down to see the trees hundreds of feet below you. A fall from this height would be certain death. You almost shake in fear, praying that your balance doesn't fail you.

"Elijah, what's going on!" You shout, the wind making you almost tilt.

"Just trust me, Y/N! I don't have much time before the spell will kick me out of your mind. Please." He says, desperation clear in his voice.

You look around at the surrounding area. It doesn't seem different, ignoring the magical balance beam, but you know Elijah wouldn't lie to you. You look at his face and see him trembling.

"I trust you."

You lean forward and take his hand.

———

You violently sit up in the bed, chest heaving. To your left, you see Elijah grasping onto your hand for dear life.

"Elijah?"

You don't even need to ask the question as Elijah gives you a look that tells you all you need to know.

"That was a dream?"

"Of sorts. A curse to slowly kill you while you live
out a life in your dreams. It's almost a mercy for
the person cursed, but it's hell for those who are
unaffected."

You look at his face and see the signs of sleep
deprivation.

"Rest!' You say, annoyed that he hadn't taken
care of himself.

"I'm fine."

"Elijah, I'm okay. I am worried about you. When
was the last time you slept or fed?" You cross
your arms.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to hear the answer to."