Elijah walked through the familiar woods around Richmond. A figure speeding around him.
"Try and catch me, Mr Mikaelson." She teased him. After a little more of running Elijah pinned her to a tree.
Elijah let out a laugh. "Caught you." He leaned and kissed her.
"I love you, Elijah." Her smile was bright as day making him smile as well.
"I love you too, my darling."
Her expressions changed to those of fear and betrayal. "You're lying!" Blood spurted out from her mouth making Elijah gasp in pain and fear.
"No. I love you, Mae. I do."
"Then why did you let him do it?" She asked and looked at his hand. When he glanced the way he saw he held her heart in his hands.
"No, Mae. I didn't do this. I swear, please."
"I loved you and you let him kill me. I hate you!"
Three words is all it took for Elijah to burst into tears.
A figure appeared through the forest shadows with a evil grin."Hello son."
Elijah stared in anger, pain and regret. "Mikael."
"Elijah? Hey, wake up. Wake up." Maeve shook him. He was thrashing in his bed grimacing because of a nightmare.
"Elijah. Wake up." She tried again. He sat up snapping his eyes open and breathing heavily. The first few seconds he equalized his breathing convincing himself that what he saw, what he heard was no real. It could never be real. Maeve rubbed his back and held his hand.
"Maeve..." His voice was soft and slurred.
"It's okay. It was just a nightmare. You're okay."
He glanced sideways at Maeve and hugged her and kissed her head.
"I'm glad it was a nightmare." He breathed looking back at her.
"You want to talk about it?" Maeve looked at him worried of what he might have seen.
"Not right now."
"Then let's sleep. We can talk whenever you want to."
Elijah laid back with Maeve by his side. She turned to face him as he held her close. His hands around her waist held her close to him. Maeve stayed awake until she knew Elijah was asleep. His frantic breathing and him holding her close made her scared and be worried for him. She snuggled herself close to him to give him the sense of comfort, closeness and warmth he needed.
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Father Kieran died the night before. Every human, vampire, werewolf and witch in the quarter had arrived to pay their tribute to father Kieran. He received an Irish wake. Music was being played in the background and people danced with a sad smile on their face.
