𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 | 𝐍.𝐌 (𝟏𝟖+)

.𝟎𝟒 | 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

*Y/n Maximoff's POV*
I was a complete mess right now. On the outside, I was fighting hard to keep my composure. On the inside though, I was waging war with so many parts of me.

I was so confused. I don't even know what year it is. I mysteriously awaken because two vampire brothers mysteriously found me. I awake to Elijah Mikaelson. But, where is Niklaus Mikaelson?

Maybe it's not such a bad thing he isn't here though. I have so many witches after me that I refuse to let the ones I love and care about, get in harms away.

"Y/n, I can call Niklaus. He's been searching for you since you disappeared." Elijah offers.

Niklaus has been searching for me? I felt my heart skip a beat before speeding up. I knew there was a reason I gave that man my heart.

If it were the other way around and Niklaus went missing, he better bet his fine ass that I would've been tearing this world apart in search for him. He is my world.

And since he is my world, I have to protect him at all costs. Original vampire-werewolf hybrid or not, I am not going to lose him.

"As much as I want to see Niklaus again...I shouldn't. I have a massive target on my back right now. I have the entire world of witches against me." I say.

I wanted Elijah so badly to just understand. I wanted him to see that I was just trying to protect the ones I love. I wasn't trying to seem rude. Especially since Niklaus has been looking for me...he deserves my gratitude. But, right now in the eyes of many...it seems as if I'm being a terrible person by avoiding him.

"I am going to be quite insistent you allow me and Klaus to assist you with your troubles." He says.

The noble one for a reason. He truly has a big heart with great attentions. He was always true to his word and insistent on helping the ones he loves. But, this is my war—not his.

"I am going to decline. I think I'm going to lie low here in Mystic Falls for a bit. Bonnie now has seen the memories of Agatha being a power-hungry witch and she now understands that Agatha wants me for that. So, I think Bonnie and I are...cool." I say.

Some of these words were foreign to me. But, I might of tried to pick up some of the newly acquired English from both Elijah and Bonnie by casting a simple spell. I don't know if it's going to help me much.

"And who might you be staying with?" Elijah questions concerned.

I watch as Damon and Stefan stride into the room. Stefan takes a seat in the armchair whilst Damon casually pours himself a drink whilst looking at Elijah.

"Well noble one, Stefan and I have already set her up a room and she's agreed to stay. Don't worry, we will take care of her." Damon says.

He smiles widely at Elijah who seemed uncomfortable with that statement. I pursed my lips, quirking a brow as I glared daggers at Damon's back. I don't need taken care of. I can take care of myself quite well. Elijah turns to me, masking his uncomfortableness with a stoic expression.

"I believe you should come with me and not stay with these...as Niklaus would call them—idiots. Your putting yourself in more danger being around them." Elijah says.

I could tell he was concerned. I've known Elijah for a century and this man was an open book to me, but a mystery to many.

"And what? Go with you where you'll bring me to Klaus? I have hundreds—hundreds of witches who will be seeking me out. Mystic Falls gives me plenty of area to train, but also to fight the witches." I say.

He looks defeated. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to think of what to say. But, he seemed at a loss of words there for a moment.

"I had a feeling you'd say that. So, I had an extra phone. I programmed Niklaus's, Rebekah's, Damon's, Stefan's, Bonnie's and I's numbers in there. Damon and Stefan can teach you how to use your phone. But, if you need anything...call me." He says.

I hated how serious he was too. It made me want to slap him. He was too serious for his own good. But, he's the noble one and an Orginal vampire.

He pulls out a phone from his pocket and holds it out towards me. I look at it with hesitance. It felt like charity and I don't like that feeling. I look up into Elijah's eyes and he gives me an encouraging nod. I hesitantly reach out and take it.

"Okay...thank you Elijah. I appreciate it." I say.

"Of course...I can't stay much longer. I just happened to be passing through. But, when I'm finished with my business...I will be returning and you better tell me how you ended up in that tomb." He says.

"Get out of here, grandpa and stop worrying. You act as if I'm about to be killed or something. I'm the chick who lives in the horror movies, remember?" I tease as a big grin slowly stretches across my face.

"Yes, you are right...you'd be the one to survive. And you can't even start with the name calling. Your years are racking up as well." He says, smiling at me.

"Hey! You don't tell a woman that! How rude!" I laugh and he chuckles.

"This isn't goodbye." He says, pointing at me firmly.

"Your right. This isn't goodbye, just a see you later." I say, smiling cheekily at him.

It wasn't a goodbye. Goodbyes suck ass. Goodbyes are said when someone is dying. No one is dying. He left quick, making it easier.

Elijah and I had come close over the century I known the Mikaelson's. He was an older brother I never had. A brother in general I hadn't ever had. Niklaus, my lover. And Rebekah, an older sister...my idol, everything I want to be.

I didn't realize how much time had passed until I looked at the clock. It had been a little over an hour since Elijah left. I felt a little sad he was gone.

"You really miss that guy?" Damon asks.

I laugh sadly, nodding my head whilst rolling my eyes. Damon Salvatore was a one of a kind asshole—but an asshole that was easy to love.

*Elijah Mikaelson's POV*
I stood in the hotel room, the phone to my ear for the fifth time as I dialed Niklaus's number. Leave it to him to be an utter asshole and ignore you. I knew what he was doing. I was far to familiar with his games. I roll my eyes, annoyed when he finally did answer.

"I didn't think you could answer a phone, brother. Where are you?" I ask.

"I think the first four times I didn't answer meant I didn't want to talk." He replies bluntly.

"Niklaus! This is important! It's Y/n!" I snap.

"Y/n is missing and if this is some sort of sick joke, I'll dagger you." He warns, the hostility evident in his tone.

Y/n Maximoff was his world. Whether he denied it or confirmed it, she was. Without her...he's a mess and any mention of her makes him defensive and hostile and angry.

"It's not some sick joke. The Salvatore brothers found her in a tomb with twelve daggers in her chest. She's alive." I say.

"Where is she? I want to speak to her. I want to see her." He says, urgency in his voice.

He'd die happily for this woman. He would get down on his knees for her if it meant her happiness...her safety.

"Tell me where you are at...because I will tell you everything else." I say.

"New Orleans." He says, hanging up.

I pick up my tux jacket that I draped over the back of a chair and pulled it on. I grab my few belongings and leave, off to New Orleans.