Like a cockroach, Always Survives

80. Elijah Mikaelson | In Love with a Mikaelson

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prompt
: you are a human, you know everything about the supernatural world from the werewolves to the warlocks. you move to new orleans in hopes of escaping the supernatural world but failed because there you met the original family. so everyday you walk past their house hoping for a certain someone to come out and say hi.

warnings
: none i guess, just falling in love...?

The hope of seeing him every wakes me up, the memory of his rose-like scent is why I see him every morning. His different fashion sense makes him stand out, makes him unique and I love it, more than life itself.

My diary has an entry of our first encounter, from the moment i inhaled his rose scent to the moment he finally said 'hello' to me, my diary had it all. My diary was locked away, hidden, where no other creature with a heart and a pulse could find it.

I brush my hair down gently, the thought of walking past his house encaptured me. It had me in a chokehold that was inescapable, the way he would notice me plays on my mind for the rest of the day it was indescribable.

Pulling my black socks up slowly I think to myself "what am I going to say to him?" and I wouldn't know the answer until he truly did say something. My purse hung on my coat rack, inside it held nothing but mints, a wallet and some left over change.

Usually the fact that he was a vampire, an original vampire would keep me in a gaze for months debating my life choices but this time, for this person it didn't bother me. Not a single bit. So, grabbing my purse I look into the mirror once more before reaching for the door handle pulling the door open slowly.

He didn't live too far from me, only a couple of houses away. I walk down the road, vampires whistling to my right while the witches envied them from the left. It was unusual, the world of today, but then again the thought of purposely walking past a vampires house for him to notice me is a bit obscure even for me.

His house was always busy, vampires walking in and out it must have been serious business being an original. Passing his house I try not to look in but I notice him by his stance, his back facing towards me before turning around to look at me, running over to me grabbing my arm with a captivating smile "y/n right?" he says.

"y-yes hey elijah good morning" I clear my throat as he lets go and smiles "yes good morning how are you?" this was the first time he had even asked this question, this was the first time he had even said my name.

"I'm doing great, and yourself? I see you're busy" I say politely peering over to the people building some statue or something "oh I am doing splendid, those men over there are just building a few things for my brother whilst he is out venturing" elijah smiled before looking down at my shoes.

"nice shoes" he complimented me... what do I say now????

"nice suit, but then again I see you wear one everyday" I chuckled nervously as he nodded chuckling lightly "it does seem so" elijah stood around before pointing at the men "you see those two sad sack of men" he says and I nod "yup" I say quietly.

"they have told me about you, they seemed fascinated by you seems quite stalkerish so i compelled them to tell me everything they know and then to forget about it" he said "I hope you don't mind" he continued, I shake my head vigorously "no i dont mind as long as it was all good" I smile to him and he nods.

"of course, uh well that was all I had to say you can now continue with your obviously productive day" he smiles looking down the the journal in my hand, shit. I was too caught up in seeing elijah I forgot to put my diary away.

"yes yes uh very busy" I chuckle "well" he pauses pulling out the tissues in his suit as he begins to write something on it "I see you walking past every morning so if at any time you would like to come over then you are welcome to message my number" he says handing me the tissue "I will keep that in mind" I smiled gently.

Externally I was calm and collected but Internally I couldnt think straight, I couldnt breath or look anywhere but at him "bye" I say waving before walking off as he smiled to me waving back.

Today would be one for the book.