𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 | Elijah Mikaelson [1]

XXXIX

Morrigan Brooks

Flashback to 1988

STEFAN Salvatore was notorious for spilling blood, but that never excluded him from his charms. The last time I saw him was 1864, on the east coast of America, and to be perfectly honest, I rarely thought about him or that drab little colony since I left it.

Lisbon was really quite pretty in the spring, and I wondered to myself why I didn't come here more often.

I looked down an alley and found my answer.

In the last ten years, there had been an influx of the vampire population migrating to Western Europe, and a lot of them were babies with no guidance, meaning no table manners.

"Ugh," I grumbled, marching down there and ripping the vampire off the human before snapping the vamp's neck. The last thing I needed was bodies to start turning up, forcing me to leave because the alternative was just a big headache. "Forget everything you saw here," I compel the human before pushing him in the direction of the busy street.

I flip the vampire over with my foot and see it's just a random guy, so I resisted the urge to reach into his chest and rip the beating organ from his body, and left him there. I imagined doing it as I walked away.

Walking away from the scene, I was going to slip easily into the crowd, or that was the original plan until I heard my name being called, and the manly voice definitely did not belong to Eliza.

"Morrigan?" They say. I turn around quickly, expecting to find one of my sires or something along those lines, but what I definitely didn't expect was what I saw.

"Stefan?" I laugh, walking up to him and embracing him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well, actually. I didn't think I'd ever see you again," he says curiously and I chuckle.

"I've got to say, Stef, I was thinking the same about you," I say, looking him up and down.

"Yeah, me and Damon both turned the day after the roundup," he says lowly.

"Yeah, I saw Damon about... twenty years ago?" I say, trying to remember. "Just about that in Sydney."

"You've seen Damon?" He says, sounding surprised.

"Not recently. Why, have you not?"

He shakes his head. "Well, it usually ends badly, so I keep my distance," he shrugs, feigning indifference but his eyes tell a different story.

"Why don't we talk over a drink?" I say, wanting to get out of the busy street. "You can tell me how difficult your brother is."

End of flashback

"How old am I turning this year?" I ask and Eliza shrugs. The four of us were all sitting on the couch, watching trashy TV.

"Like... four thousand?" She shrugs and I just give her a deadpan look.

"When were you born?" Emilie asks.

"Fourteen twenty-two," I say and Henry's eyes bulge.

"Damn girl, you should be senile. Even for a vampire," he declared and I move the coaster that was on the coffee table to hit him square in the face with my magic.