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103. Elijah Mikaelson | It's Personal

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↪ you dreamt of elijah all the time, whether it was in a time of crisis or because you were drunk he was always in your dreams and you wrote about each dream, each detail you could remember and when Elijah and his family get into some trouble he breaks into your house and finds your journal.

"hey- that's personal, what're you doing here elijah?"

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↪ short

It was late and of course it had to be a Friday night in New Orleans meaning I had to work a double shift tonight due to the drunks and alcoholics having a loud party in town.

I never understood how Cami could do Friday and Weekends without fail every single time, especially since this shift wasn't usually mine. It was Josh's but Josh had a vampire issues.

Sure I knew about the vampires, their origin and their feud with the Werewolves. I also knew that the man I constantly dreamt of was one of the originals.

"It's so crazy" I yell to Cami constantly pouring pints and placing them on the bar "I know, this is the busiest in a while." She yells back doing the same as I.

I overheard a vampire saying Marcel was planning to attack Klaus and Elijah tonight and I just wish I was able to reach for my phone before someone yelled 'another one' at me, demanding another glass of beer.

After the crowd had slowed down I noticed the only people in the bar were drunk meaning they were humans and the others that were able to leave the room were vampires, all with Marcel I presume.

"Time to go and soak my feet" Cami groans tidying the final table "yeah, same here." I chuckle to her. We lock up Rousseaus and each part ways, he turning left whilst I turn right.

Her house was closer to the Mikaelson's, she lived a few blocks away so if she was in danger Klaus could save her quicker than anybody in the world. Not that she minded too much.

Whereas my house was on the opposite side of New Orleans, near the witches graves and the whole ceremony place, I found it strange at first, Why have houses near a burial site? Then I learned about vampires and then nothing phased me from that point on.

It was now very early in the morning, I'd say it was around five am. The street lights remained on as the sun was just noticeable from where I was standing.

Finally reaching my house I notice my door was half open "for crying out loud" I throw my head back, it wouldn't be the first time a supernatural being had broken into my house.

"hello?" I mumble walking in, I wore wolves-bane and vervain to protect myself from the weird wolves and vamps "i can stab you..." I say turning towards my room.

"i highly doubt that" the voice says "oh fuck you elijah, why did you break in." I mumble kicking my bedroom door open to find him sitting on my bed with a book in his hand.

"I was concerned." he smiles to me before looking back down at my book as I snatch it out of his hand "hey- that's personal, what're you doing here elijah?" I say placing my hands on my hips.

"well, I just finished fighting a bunch of vampires and when you didn't call me back I assumed you were in danger until Klaus called me saying that you were working a double shift." He smile standing up adjusting his suit.

"but you're ok? and I am so why did you stay?" I ask raising an eyebrow "well this book strange book, appeared in my hand magically." he says pointing to the book in my hand.

"it taught me some very, very interesting things." he says nodding "oh yeah did it?" I ask "it basically said that you're in love with me."he points at me "it's personal" I clear my throat.

"his has placed on my cheek, comforting me whilst i was in tears, my heart beating fast. Elijah was the only person I felt safe with." he repeated a sentence or two from my book.

Throwing my book under the bed I notice his movements as he makes his way to the door "for what it's worth, you're my safe place too, y/n." he says before quickly disappearing.

Quickly grabbing my phone dialling Elijah's number that I somehow managed to remember despite only calling it a few times in my life. He answers it immediately "don't ask, it's personal." he says cheekily before hanging up the phone.

Fucking Originals.