His Unknown Daughter

2; Chatter

Twenty minutes into the ride, I find my curiosity take over. "You said you're of the first vampires?" I ask, interrupting the silence. "That's correct," he nods, making a turn. "So, how old are you anyways?" I ask bluntly. Not caring how rude I may sound. "1023 years old," he answers, causing my eyes to wide. "So, how are you immortal? Witch?" I ask. "Yes, actually. My mother to be exact," he answers. "Damn," I mutter, causing him to chuck seele. "You speak your mind," he points out. "Don't see why I shouldn't," I shrug.  And just like that, the silence returns. Minutes later, he speaks again. "What's your name?" He ask. "Isn't it curtesy to introduce yourself first," I ask sarcastically. "You're right. I'm Elijah," he says seriously. "Relax, I'm joking. I'm Annalissa," I sigh. "Beautiful name," he compliments. "Thank you," I smile. "Since we're going to be stuck together for the next three hours, we might as well talk. So, how many royals have you met?" I ask , truly interested. I'm a sucker for history. "Too many to be counted," he tells me, causing me to sigh in disappointment. "Why do you even want Elena?" I ask, turning to him. "It's safer you don't know. As strong as you are," he says. "I'm just your average witch," I say flattered. "Don't underestimate yourself. That alone can cause you to lose your life. I felt the force behind your magic. You're much more powerful than you believe," he tells me. "Ok, more questions. Who's the strongest witch you've ever met throughout history?" I ask. He puts on a face that tells me he's thinking before speaking. "Besides my mother, there was this powerful bloodline of witches. The Mairtine's. Their magic wasn't linked to a certain place but to nature itself. This alone, made them extremely dangerous," he says with a fond smile. My eyes widen at my families surname. There's no way in hell he can be talking about my family. If so, that explains why I feel so much power flowing through me no matter where I am. "Woah," I mutter. I lean my seat down completely, looking up through the sunroof. "Do you want some blood for your neck," he ask, inspecting the hand shaped bruise from his seat. "I'd rather not," I sigh. If anything were to happen, I prefer not to become a vampire. For the next hour, our small l talk continues and I can't stop myself from asking questions about all the history he has experienced. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind my incessant chatter. Funny thing is that I'm not usually this talkative. Well, not unless I'm around Ty or Matt.

I wake up groggily to someone slightly shaking my shoulder. I open my eyes to see the car parked in front of my house. I didn't really hesitate in giving him my address. I know for a fact that if he wanted it, he could get it with ease. "Thanks," I tell him, stepping out of the car. I walk into the house to see that the house is empty. Glad to know dad's not here waiting. *Note the sarcasm* He probably didn't even know I was gone. My stepdad is a deadbeat who's rarely ever home. He spends his time drinking, smoking and partying. Not to mention he's apart of some sad excuse of a gang an hour away from Mystic Falls. I strip myself of my clothes, taking a much needed shower.