What happens when Natalia is soulmates with two originals, that would do anything for her? What happens when they find out exactly who she is? Or how she came to be the heretic of Mystic Falls?
Season 2 - Started July 18th 2023 - Finished July 18th...
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Natalia had heard of mates when she first turned. She thought that if she didn’t find her mate in the first 10 years, she’d give up. And she did. She went to clubs, and kissed around but never had sex. She felt wrong about it.
So now, standing in front of Elijah, hearing that information. . . It made her want to cry. She wondered how this could happen, after almost 100 years of being a vampire. She couldn’t believe it. . .
“What?” she asked again. Elijah looked at her like he couldn’t believe he told her, but sighed.
“I’m your mate,” he told her, and pulled her closer to him. “You’re my mate.”
Natalia looked in his eyes, searching for a lie. She couldn’t believe it, she didn’t want to believe it. She looked at him with her breathing increasing, with her face morphed into horror.
“This is crazy talk,” she told him, finally muttering words. “It can’t be true. Mates aren’t real!”
“Don’t do that,” Elijah told her, pulling her closer to him. They were now nose and nose. Natalia felt shivers and tingles go back over her. “I’ve been on this earth for one thousand years, I know what mates are and I know what id should feel like when you see them.”
“I’m not your mate!” She told him and ripped her arm out of his hold. “And I never will be!”
Elijah growled, grabbed her and pushed her up against his car. His eyes changed showing his blood red eyes, veins and teeth. Natalia changed her eyes blue, her veins on from her eyes, and her teeth showing.
“You’re mine,” Elijah told her. She glared at him. “I’m not yours,” she pushed him off her. “I won’t ever be yours, even if I have to reject you!”
Elijah went to speed over at her, but stopped, hearing her words. He glared at her and changed his face back. He stood up straight, wrinkling out his suit, and looking at her calmly.
“Despite what you may think,” Elijah whispered, taking a calm step towards her. “I want to be your mate. If you don’t like it, too bad.”
“Too bad?” she asked him on the brink of tears. “Too fucking bad?! I’m not an object, and we are not mates!”
“We are,” Elijah said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you time to think about it–”
