DEMENTOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [2]

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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Oh My Stars       Andrew Belle

Everything you see is ours,

Or it could be if you would try

I wish you would, I wish you might, oh

If everything you've said to me has been true, oh

Then all my stars are leadin' me to you, oh

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Serious warnings: This chapter is for mature audiences only, containing heavy sexual content. Scenes may be triggering so read at your own risk. Do not read if uncomfortable.

elijah

African American author and the first black female anthropologist, Zora Neale Hurston once wrote that Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. Although it appears to be uplifting, hinting at how love allows us to be brave enough to reveal oneself, the term crawl demonstrates how arduous love can actually be... entering the experience almost reluctantly.

Gazing at Rue at that moment, as she rambled on about which sushi roll, she preferred best... I'm afraid that Mrs. Hurston described my relationship with the woman almost exquisitely.

It had been quite a whirlwind. Much like the cursive font that was now decorating my upper chest.

Reaching the top of the stairs with her arm looped through mine, my apartment keys jingled in my hand as we walked toward the door at the end of the empty hallway.

"So, since I always know best, which roll did you like the most?" Rue continued, picking through the container of sushi while I focused on unlocking the door. "Salmon, spicy tuna, dragon..."

My eyes took a quick glance over at her hands to mentally count how many rolls were left.

Seven. It was doable.

Since compelling citizens was a common theme that night, I made it my business for us to return to the restaurant to take something to-go before heading home. Too bad my girlfriend became famished on the way and practically begged me to allow her to have a few bites.