A Year With An Original Vampire (Elijah Mikaelson)

Week 9: When You Drunk Buy Flights ✈️

Week 9:
When You Drunk Buy Flights
~ April 23rd - April 29th, 2012 ~

***MONDAY MORNING***

A frown was on my face the entire lecture. My first class of the day—History. I held my breath as the time ticked and no professor had showed up close to the start time. But two minutes late, rolled in some long haired blond man with a cheery attitude. The exact opposite of the professor I grown used to.

Elijah—the professor I craved would never dress so 'business casual' with a sweater and pants short enough to show off long socks. He wouldn't smile through the whole 90 minutes. He'd sprinkle them as rare prizes amongst me and his fellow student admirers. His voice never squeaked or changed pitch at extremes. He had a delicate cadence that had you hanging on the edge of your seat to lap up every word.

I hated this substitute.

His polarity to my boyfriend annoyed me to no end, mostly due to the fact it reminded me of my boyfriend and I missed him so. It's been days since I've heard from Elijah and the radio silence had started to creep in insecurities that piled higher than my worries.

What if he met someone else? What if he changed his mind, he rather help his brother than be with me any longer? What if Katherine had joined him?

I hadn't seen that stalker in a week now. I'm not sure that didn't mean she wasn't lurking around still. However, maybe it's been enough time for her to see Elijah read her damn letter and took off for New Orleans immediately.

My other doubts seemed futile. Elijah didn't strike me as a man who would succumb easily to a woman. Well, we did hit it off pretty fast. But he's in a relationship now. He shouldn't be open or searching for someone to take my place. And I was pretty sure he wasn't. But I also had no clue what was going on with him. I was also pretty sure that he wouldn't purposely ignore me. Which made me think something was wrong. Along with this gnawing feeling in my gut that wouldn't let me believe he was safe and sound, not until he called or at least texted me back to let me know he was alive.

At the worst odds, he was ignoring me.

"Is it too premature to worry?" I asked Miranda as we exited, chewing on my bottom lip. A new habit to go hand in hand with my growing anxiety.

She shrugged, "he said this week. If he meant as soon as Monday he would've said so, right?"

I frowned, "I guess. But why haven't I heard from him in days?"

"I don't know, B. I'm sorry. Hopefully he'll be home soon. And he better have one hell of an apology."

I nodded, not replying. I couldn't shake it. I couldn't think of one good, simple reason he wouldn't be able to call or text me back. My extreme thinking had me jumping to conclusions like he got into a bad accident and is comatose. I knew that was dramatic. But what else was I supposed to think?

I had heard nothing from him in four days. It was uncharacteristic of the man I had gotten to know. But maybe there was more to him to discover, like he lost his damn mind when he decided to ditch his phone. I mean, I even texted him about my run in with Katherine and how we fought. That elicited no response? A little odd for a man who said he couldn't stay away from me a week ago. That he would come back for me. And even if he was too busy or entranced with his siblings, I can't fathom why he would send me a gift for an upcoming date then ghost me.