The youngest Mikaelson

Chapter 15 - 𝒪𝓃 𝒶 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃

The music was playing, but almost no one was dancing. I was bored from just drinking alcohol and sitting there, so I had to change it. I got up in intention to go for Elijah, but before I got there, some man had crossed my path. Why did it always have to be a man?

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss," the man apologized and reached out his hand to me, "Can I ask you for a dance?" I looked at him and then at his hand in front of me, "No, thanks." I walked past him without further comments and came to a table, where was Elijah along with Nik.

"Elijah, would you please dance with me?" I asked him, demanding. He just shook his head.

"Elijah, please," I pleaded. "Or you know what, I'm not asking, you're going," I announced and pulled him from his seat leading him to a parquet. We danced and I was enjoying it. I was finally back with my siblings. I was still little angry at Nik for what he had done to me. But yeah, I probably really had deserved it. But it had been my decision and I didn't regret it.

I loved this century; I loved the music, clothes, people, just everything about it. I loved our home, New Orleans. It was the first time I felt like home. Another great thing about the city was that everybody loved us. They didn't know who we were. Of course they knew us, everybody knew us, but they knew us in the good way. We weren't the Mikaelsons, original vampires, enemies of everyone. We were Mikaelsons, founders of New Orleans, the honorable family. The only one who knew who we really were, were witches, werewolves and other vampires. They knew who we were. But thanks to my brothers, we had united and lived in peace.

My dance with Elijah was over just as it had started when Nik clinked glasses together and stopped the musicians from playing, "I'd like to take this opportunity to draw attention to two people, who've been sneaking around behind my back together." I comprehended that he meant Rebekah and Marcel. She had told me about it. She was afraid if Nik knew, he would tear them apart like he had used to do with every man she fell in love with.

"As we're moving to a new era," he continued, "we require more progressive attitudes to match. So, to my loving sister and my right hand man and best friend Marcel. May they find joy in each other." He picked up the glass and took a sip from it, "Enough talk, music!" Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. And what I wasn't expecting either was that when the music started playing again, Elijah excused himself and went to Nik. That was the moment when the man, which had asked me for a dance before I might have asked Elijah, appeared there again, "Miss Mikaelson?"

"Yes," I turned around to face him, "you again?"

"Your sister said you're a nice person. So I take it like you're in a bad mood today," he said.

"I am not in a bad mood. I'm just not nice to men, who keep bothering me when I already said no to them," I replied and attempted to leave, but he caught my arm to stop me, "Please, Miss Mikaelson." After all why not. I was hungry anyway and he offered himself willingly. I danced with him and then led him away from there to feed on him. I compelled him not to scream. He was so delicious. When I was full, I let him go. Of course before that, I had compelled him again to not remember anything from what had happened.

"You fed on him?!" Rebekah ran to me when I came back.

"Yes. Thanks for a snack anyway. You were the one who sent him to me, weren't you?" I replied without stopping in my walk.

"Eliza," Rebekah stopped me by catching my wrist and turning me around to face her. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"So arrogant," she accused me.

"I was always like this. And it's not arrogant."

"Yes, it is. You weren't like this. Why don't you give a chance to at least a one man? Not everyone are like Thiago and Noah."