Only For One Night

Chapter 5: Stalker

I was worried about my labs, and what's worse, so was my mother. I could barely try to calm my nerves from missing school. Especially, Professor Mikaelson's class. I knew that he would have a lot to say when I returned, or probably would embarrass me, like he always did. This made me not want not to go back. The feeling alone was causing me to become more stressed and worried, than ever before. Ever since Professor Mikaelson had replaced Professor Waters, my life at school felt like hell. Even, in my other classes, with the other teachers, and staff at school. I didn't know why, everything was going wrong. I was trying so hard, not to worry, and to think positively. But I couldn't. I didn't want to fall behind in my classes. I never fell behind, and I wasn't going to start now. Whether or not, my doctor told me to rest at home, and to take it easy. I slept, but sleep came with constant nightmares, that were bound out of my own control, to stop and put at ease. I didn't understand. I would wake up with night sweats, my nightgown wet, from the sweat, dripping from my forehead, and down my neck. I would get up from my bed, and go to the bathroom, and turn on my bathroom light. Flicking the switch with my shaken fingers and hands made my way to use the bathroom and run the water and wash my hands, with soap and water. As I took deep breaths in and out, though my hands were shaking, and my fingers uncontrollably. I would think, and look to the bathroom door, to my right as my hands were on the sink. I was thinking about whether I should go, and wake my mom and get her, but something inside me told me not to. So I stayed there with my hands on the sink staring in the mirror at myself, wondering whether or not my mind was losing it, or whether or not I really was sick, and not well. That it was possible. I prayed it wasn't true, that nothing was wrong with me. I went back to bed and pulled the covers over me with shaking hands and I looked and focused at the ceiling, slow deep breaths. That's what I told myself. "Slow, deep, breaths."

Elijah was outside Josephine's mother's house. He was in his dark, black coat watching above her window. He could hear her breathing, could hear her inside, her heartbeat, the pace, the same as when he had her down on the first aid nurse's table. Elijah watched and heard that she was having a nightmare. They weren't connected, Elijah hadn't bitten her, that was one of the reasons. But, he knew where she lived, and where she was. Elijah had always watched Josephine like a hawk. She sat in class taking notes, when most students didn't. Obviously, some like Caroline did not need to, but what he said was important. Josephine was an over achiever and he knew she was trying to get everything he said on paper. Elijah would smile at the board as he held the chalk in his hand, and the white board makers. As he peered, at her, at her desk writing notes word for word on the board. Elijah raised his brows as he heard her on the paper, and the other student's too, looking and hearing her writing and erasing. Elijah would try to make it seem, like he was peering over his shoulder looking at the class, but he was listening and taking a peek at Josephine. Elijah smiled to himself as she listened and watched as he had stopped at the board, his sleeves rolled up and she looked at him too, and he continued writing. Stefan noticed it was not a coincidence. He watched in his seat at Elijah writing on the board and knowing he was looking at Josephine and pausing. Stefan smiled to himself as he heard her writing and erasing at times too, and thought it was cute and smiled to himself. Daemon was annoyed as he grew agitated at her writing in her notebook. He rolled his eyes as he watched her and one time, he threw a piece of paper at her when it hit her. Stefan saw that he hit her with it, and did his hand in a single as to ask, what his problem was? And he only smiled.

 Alexandria turned to look back at him with her eyes, and murmured, "Throw that again."