𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 || Stefan Salvatore || Vampire Diaries ||

Three

There was a rule in the Gilbert home. Doors stay unlocked at all times unless it's the bathroom or you have someone over. It was made when Elliott got back and it frustrated her to no end. Especially at the current moment.

Elliott sat on her bed, the journal shoved under her comforter. She leaned against her headboard, glaring at the intruders.

"I'm terribly sorry to just barge into your personal space, Ms. Gilbert." Elijah apologized once more, not listening to any of the words Elena, the other intruder, was saying.

Elliott nodded in acceptance, her glare focusing on her sister now. Elliot valued privacy. After going six months without it, she was basking in it now. But people barging into her bedroom without so much as a knock? It reminded her a little too much of the Care Center.

"I wanted to speak with you anyway. So once you and Elena are finished, and she leaves," Elliott once again glared at her older sister. "We should talk."

Elijah nodded politely, turning his attention, reluctantly, back to the elder Gilbert. His thoughts wandered though. Elliott reminded him of a young girl he'd met decades and decades ago. Layah Campbell. She was a fierce little thing, as was her mother. He never found out what became of the girls, but Elliott had their fire, he could sense it.

Niklaus was particularly fond of the Campbells, considering them part of the Mikaelson family. Even when he found that they were supernatural hunters, he still considered them his family. As they didn't hunt Mikaelson vampires. Elijah wasn't innocent in his affection for the family either, but it was something else with Nik.

After his discussion with Elena ended, the girl reluctantly left. Elliott jumped off her bed and darted to the door, locking it. She'd get in trouble later, but this was too important to be interrupted.

"I recently discovered something about my biological family. Something I wanted to discuss with you." Elliott returned to her bed, inviting Elijah to sit with her. The Original complied, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. Ellie removed the journal from under her comforter, setting it in her lap. "I'm a hunter. From a very long line of them."

Elijah's chest tightened. His eyes widening ever so slightly. He hadn't thought of his hunter friends in so long, and the first time he does, he might have found a new one? It wasn't possible, but he couldn't help but hope. He was going to protect the girl either way, but if she was who he thought, she'd have more than one original in her corner soon.

Something to know about the Campbells, the original two girls, they had every undaggerd original wrapped around their pinkies. Annie and Layah Campbell were a weakness that none of the siblings were ashamed to have. The hunters could protect themselves and therefore, it wasn't a worry that being connected to his family would end poorly for them.

"My grandmother has a few pages in here, near the beginning. She talked about these ancestors, the beginning of her hunting lineage so to speak." Elliott opened the almost bursting journal and flipped to a page only a few from the cover." Her name was Mary Winchester. Or Mary Campbell."

Elijah inhaled sharply, eyes meeting Elliott's nervous ones. He could read it on her. What she wanted. She had read the stories from her grandmother's writing, she knew how close he was to the two girls. Elliott Gilbert/Winchester wanted one thing. She wanted family. Real family. He spoke these thoughts to her, wanting to read her reaction.

"I have Jeremy, and Jenna. But I want something else. Elijah, I want to belong." Elliott paused here, closing the book and hugging it to her chest.

Elijah let her process, resisting the urge to comfort her. That would happen soon, but not now. Not until she got her thoughts together. He knew that by the end of this discussion, she'd have him wrapped around her finger, just like her ancestors did at one point in time. He could feel it. The Campbells and Mikaelsons were destined to entwine into one family. Neither party knew it, but God had demanded it be so. It was inevitable. The two families drifting apart was all of the angel's design. They grew apart so that they would reconnect even stronger.