Stronger than the rest

Chapter 18

Once the woman had shown us to the back, I was submerged in dresses of all kinds. Looking through the beautiful gowns. i walk to the dressing room with a few dresses and strip down. i take the first dress which is a black one with a sweetheart neckline, thin straps, tight, floor length and a slit up the side to show my leg. I frown. The dress fits me perfectly but I doubt it would do for a ball. quickly, I change into a few more dresses but nothing seems right.

"Angel, are you okay?" Elijah asks and I sigh, picking up all the dresses and walking out.

"Nothing is right!" I complain, putting the dresses back and groaning. "I wish I could just have a bloody maid to choose. it was a lot easier." I turn to face Elijah and he holds a dress in front of him. It looks slim at the top, strapless, a puffy skirt and is a brownish rouge. but I can only see the back which is a lace up.

"Try this." he says, holding the dress out. I nod, taking it and walking into the changing room. closing the curtain, I hang the dress up and look at the front. My eyes gaze across it, wide as my mouth opens. it's beautiful. how didn't I see it before? The front has small gems across it and is tight. Where the top meats the skirt, There is a flower detail made of the gems. most of the skirt is the same color and is ruffled. But the bottom right side at the front is open showing a more red color with gems. I slip out of my clothes and into the dress which fits me like a glove. my eyes look at myself in the mirror and I know. Elijah Mikaelson has bloody good taste.

"Elijah!" I shout and he hums back. "can you come and lace the dress up?" The curtain opens slightly and Elijah moves in. His eyes widen at me before he stands behind me. With one hand, I hold my hair up, with the other I hold the dress up. The moment his hands touch my bare back, I hold in a gasp, hoping he doesn't notice. But of course, he does.

"Sorry, my hands are cold." he says, but even I know that isn't why. The cold doesn't bother me ((a/n the cold never bothered me any way!!!❄️)). Elijah continues to lace the dress up, occasionally glancing at me. Once he is done, I put my hair over one shoulder as look at him through the mirror. Our eyes meet and I can't look away. I feel his hands holding my waist as I place mine upon his.

"Elijah..." I whisper as I turn around to face him. And he keeps his hands on my hips. "I'm don't deserve you." I whisper and he smiles.

"And what do you mean by that?" He asks and I realise what I just said. I go to answer but his lips cut me off. The feel, the pressure, the taste, I remember it all as I kiss back. my arms move to around his neck, and my hands thread into his hair. images of him and the forest appear in my mind and I smile as he deepens to kiss. i taste him and he tastes me as he pulls me closer. I pull away and look into his eyes. We don't say anything... there isn't anything to say. Soon, he slips out the changing room and I change back into my clothes. We dont talk to each other as he pays for the dress and we get into the car and he drives.

"Can we talk?" Elijah asks as he glances at me. I look at him before back at the road.

"We kissed twice, I liked it both times, what's more to say?" I state and Elijah pulls over. He turns to me and I look at him.

"Angel, please just talk to me." he pleads and i feel tears sting my eyes.

"What am I supposed to say Elijah? That I love you? That I want to be with you for ever? That you were the last thing I saw when I tried to drown myself? Because yes, I saw you. Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I also want that with Damon and until he gives up with me, that's when I will give up on him." I explain and he restarts the car. "he makes me feel human Elijah... I've always wanted to feel human again." he sighs.

"What do you feel when your with me?" I look at him, unsure how to say it.

"I-i, I can't explain it." I state.