Like a cockroach, Always Survives

76. Elijah Mikaelson | Back to this Place

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↪ I shouldn't be here, yet I always find my way back to you, back to this place.

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word count
↪ 1030

It had been years since I had heard of the Mikaelsons, it was like every single thing of them had been wiped from this earth, it was rare to never hear their names... especially in New Orleans.

Even though New Orleans wasn't my home, it was a place that I had shared a lot of memories with and that was only thanks to the Mikaelsons who were my family, so when I heard that they practically didn't exist anymore my heart skipped a beat.

How could, the people that rule this town just suddenly not exist. It made no sense. Stumbling into the old Mikaelson Mansion half drunk, reminded me of the countless amount of parties and feast we shared.

Everything that was once revealed was now covered by a white cloth, with an almost empty bottle of brandy in my hand.

The man I used to call the love of my life had abruptly disappeared, no trace, no cell, no nothing.

"y/n" Marcel clapped as I spin around quickly, almost dropping the little bit of alcohol I had left. "Marcel" I slur pointing the bottle to him, I had been back in New Orleans for a few months.

"you're drunk, go home." he says walking towards me, I had always blamed Marcel for their sudden disappearance. I mean why would the Mikaelsons run from a problem when they could conquer it as a family.

I look around the courtyard, sitting down on the concrete of the place I used to call home. "it's your fault" my voice echoes through the empty house "come on, y/n, you're drunk." Marcel insists standing next to me.

"you're the reason they left." my eyes scanning Marcel's figure, his 'reign', his 'dominance' "you're a fool to chase them away like that." I scoff, my tongue rubbing along the inside of my cheek.

"you knew that they all loved you, yet you fear them so much you'd find any excuse for them to leave this cursed city." standing up as I fumble over my own toes, Marcel catching me but not my bottle.

"you're just a broken as that bottle" I mumble pointing to the now broken bottle with the tiny bit of liquor spilt on the floor.

"you don't mean it." he says as I stand up on my own "I mean it." I glare at him before running up the stairs to Elijah's bedroom.

My hand tracing over the 'E' imprinted on his door, my hand moving down to the doorknob before twisting it. "y/n" Marcel jogs up the stairs as I take a step into the room.

All of Elijah's stuff had been covered, the bed, the desk and drawers even the library somehow.

"he could've still been here when I came back" I whisper "Marcel, there's a fight going on." Josh says and without a word, they both disappear. Not that I knew where Josh came from in the first place.

I sat on the white cover that covered his bed. His bed had the same feeling to it, the feeling of being hugged by a marshmallow but laying on a rock.

The balcony doors were bolted shut but even despite my drunken state I was still able to kick them open without doing any damage.

"the house with the best booze yet there isn't any." I have laying down on the balcony that had overgrown plants hanging off the edge.

"we took it all." a voice said from across the ditch, as I sit up turning my head to face the balcony across from me and I see him, the owner of the room I was in, the older brother, the noble one.

"god am I that drunk" I question myself squinting at the figure, rubbing my eyes viciously hoping that when I had stopped the figure would be gone "i'm not a hallucination, y/n." his voice echoed in my mind.

"well you can't be real, why would you come back." my voice was a drunken mess, it was a low as a man yet as girly spoken as Rebekah.

"because i needed something, someone." he says, his tie had been dismantled and he looked like he had just come back from an event that caused him to dress more formal than usual.

"oh that someone is probably like davina right?" I say almost falling off the ledge of the balcony "if it was her i'd be gone." he says, his voice was exactly like how I remembered it.

"then who?" I ask him resting my arms on the ledge "you" he says leaving me wide eyed, "I shouldn't be here, yet I always find my way back to you, back to this place." he checks his watch.

"You're on my mind, all the time and these past few months everyones needed me, but I needed you." he says, he and I never talked about what we had.

When we did we'd kiss, then fuck, then never mention again because it would be the next day, a new drama would occur and Elijah would need to accompany Klaus.

"funny, last time I checked you and your family don't exist, not here anyways." I scoff before getting up to go in his room and close the balcony door.

He races into his room, slamming the door behind him making sure no one caught him, no one being Marcel.

"i love you" he says, whilst drunk I could tell he needed me, Elijah is never one to confess feelings even if he was dying. His hands rest on my cheek "i'm drunk" I whisper "I know" he chuckles "back to this place huh" I chuckle rolling my eyes as his thumb glides across my cheek smoothly.

"back to me?" I ask him, just looking deeply into his eyes I was able to sober up "back to you, y/n." he whispers "and if you let me, i'll take you to live with us again, with my siblings." he said quietly.

"i-" "please, it's anew start." he begged, he never begged.

"i can't say no" trying to keep a straight face yet the smile I held back coming up instead.