1919 | Elijah Mikaelson

seven

Seraphina

I sat at the bar as I contemplated my life.

The moment that I start to move on, here comes Klaus with his mind games.

He knew exactly what memories would flood my mind seeing Elijah with a dagger in his chest.

I pick up my glass of water and I take a small sip of it.

"Do you know another place that has water? Your house. Do you think that sitting in the same place you were hammered in no even a full day ago is good for you?" Diego asked with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "Being around the temptation and actively fighting it feels good, but even if I wanted to drink I would. Your friend just told me that eh wants Davina to try and figure out how to kill and original. I think that would be a good enough excuse to drink if I wanted to."

"Is it because you don't want Elijah to die?" I heard Marcel ask.

I grit my teeth at the question.

The most frustrating part is he has the right to ask it.

I won't admit it, but the thought of my former husband dying shakes me to my core.

A very small, pathetic part of me wants to save him from Marcel.

I won't do it.

I would never betray Marcel.

"I have moved on. I am only worried about you getting yourself killed. Maybe I should get a drink." I grumbled.

Marcel raised his eyebrow at me.

"What I feel doesn't matter!" I snapped. "If Davina can figure it out without either of you getting hurt the two of you can do whatever you want."

Marcel nodded. "Come on. We have things to do."

I smiled at him as he and Diego began to walk away.

Marcel turned and smiled at me. "Family dinner, six." He said.

I smiled back. "Six." I confirmed.

I watched as people around me ordered themselves drinks, and slowly started to feel the effects of the alcohol.

I envy them.

I want nothing more than to have a repeat of last night, but I know that it would be dangerous.

Using the alcohol to get over my former husband would only bring me more problems.

"You know, I am a bit curious. How did you and Marcel survive that night?"

I let out a small groan.

Now is not the time for me to be dealing with this.

"What? You are the excited to see your best friend after a century?" Klaus asked sarcastically.

"You must have me confused with someone else. I don't have any friends."

Fuck being sober, I'll depend on alcohol for the rest of my life if it means that my chest doesn't burn every time I looked at the person who I once considered family.

Klaus chuckled. "I'll have a bourbon , and another glass of water for the lady."
I glare at him as he continues to have that smug smile on his face.

"Now, someone told me that you've taken on drinking incessantly all because you heard I was back in town." He said as the bartender slides cup of water in front of me.

"Your presence doesn't affect me." I said as I stared at the cup of water.

It's mocking me.

"Hmm my presence doesn't affect you, but Elijah's does."