My tax drives down the street of New Orleans. I stare at the lights and music longingly. How I've missed this place. I missed the way the music never stopped and how there was art around every corner. The way the streets were always busy and how everybody had there own story. The sound of my driver clearing his throat brings me to the realization that we stopped. Handing him probably way too much money, I step out onto the sidewalk.
As I walk, the sound of a familiar voice cases me to halt. "Esme," Marcel's voice calls out. "Marcy," I smile, spinning around on my heel. I jump into his arms, him wrapping me in a little tight hug. Spinning me around, he finally lets me go. "I missed you little sis," he laughs, picking up my luggage. "I need a drink. A strong one," I grumble. "Well, I got the perfect place," he says.
He leads me to this bar known as Rousseau's. When we enter, he hands my bag to someone. Probably one of his men. "They'll drop that off at my place till you find yourself a home," he tells me. Nodding, I make my way up to the bar. "Whiskey," I tell the bartender... Cami.
"Esmeralda," an all too familiar voice says from beside me. A voice I've been longing to hear for over a decade. My whips around to the person beside me to see non other than him.
"Elijah."
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Yours, Mine, Ours(Elijah Mikealson Love Story,)
FanfictionEsmeralda Gerard is the younger sister of Marcellus Gerard as well as a heretic by blood. A gene Marcel never received. Esmeralda and Elijah have a deep history of what most would call an 'epic love' but one day, that love came to a halt when Esmera...
