Vampire Diaries Imagines

Trusting Him - Elijah Mikaelson

The field had always been my sanctuary. Rolling hills of soft grass, dotted with wildflowers that swayed in the breeze, a place untouched by the chaos that seemed to cling to that Mystic Falls. It was mine-a quiet corner of the world where I could pretend for just a moment that vampires and werewolves weren't real, that Originals didn't loom in the shadows with secrets older than time.

Tonight, the stars shone like shards of glass against the midnight sky, and the air was crisp. I had come here to clear my head, to find solace away from the entanglements of everything. Stefan had urged me to be careful, always the protective one, but I'd waved him off with a smile. Damon had smirked and muttered something about my misplaced optimism.

Maybe I should have listened.

They came out of nowhere, shadows darker than the night itself, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. I had never seen them before, but there was no mistaking what they were. The way they moved, the feral snarls that escaped their lips-it was as if they'd been starving for centuries and had found their feast.

I stumbled back, heart racing as they circled me. One lunged, and I barely ducked in time. My legs threatened to give out beneath me, but I refused to fall. I screamed for help, my voice tearing through the stillness.

And then I screamed his name.

"Elijah!"

I didn't know why I called for him. Stefan was my rock, my safe haven. Damon, though a wild card, had his moments of reliability. But Elijah... Elijah was different. Regal, composed, intimidating. He was slow to anger, but there was a quiet storm in him, something I couldn't quite understand but didn't dare underestimate.

The vampires sneered from all around me, one of them grabbing my arm with bruising force. Pain shot through me, and I bit back a cry, fear clouding my thoughts.

But then he was there.

The Mikaelson man moved like a phantom, a blur of tailored perfection. His suit was immaculate despite the savagery with which he tore through my attackers. The first vampire didn't even have a chance to react before his heart was ripped from his chest. The second one lunged at Elijah, but he was faster, spinning with an elegance that turned violence into art.

The last one hesitated, looking between me and Elijah as though weighing his options. Elijah's voice cut through the tension, low and lethal.

"If you value your life," he said, "you'll leave. Now."

The vampire fled without another word, disappearing into the darkness.

Elijah turned to me, his face softening as he took in my trembling form. "YN," he murmured, stepping closer. His hands hovered near me, unsure if he should touch me. "Are you hurt?"

I couldn't find my voice. My legs gave out, and I sank to the ground, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. Elijah crouched beside me, his presence a steadying force.

"I-I didn't know what to do," I whispered finally, my voice cracking. "They just... they came out of nowhere."

"You did the right thing," he said, his tone soothing. "You called for help."

"I called for you," I corrected, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I saw something shift in them. Understanding? Respect?

"Why?" he asked softly.

The question caught me off guard. Why had I called for him? I barely trusted Damon, and I had known him for years. But Elijah... there was something about him, something unshakable. From the moment I had met him, I knew there was something about him that was different from the others.