Vampire Diaries Imagines

Partied Chaos - Elijah Mikaelson

I adjusted the cuffs of my suit jacket, preparing for yet another extravagant gathering-one of many we'd thrown over the centuries. It was something we all rather much enjoyed. Music drifted softly up the staircase, and laughter echoed faintly from the floors below as guests arrived.

I heard the frustrated grown coming through the door to her room as I passed. I instantly knew what was happening within it. So I waited until she called for me just as she had done a number of times before.

"Elijah?"

A gentle smile tugged at my lips. YN, my youngest sibling, was always left scrambling at the last moment. It wasn't her fault, really-she spent so much time ensuring our sister looked perfect that she often found herself alone when it came to her own preparations.

I gently pushed open the door, making my presence just right outside of it known. "Yes?"

YN stood before her mirror, dress half-fastened, an expression of frustration on her face. She turned toward me, smiling sheepishly. "I seem to have been abandoned... again." A small defeated giggle left her lips before simply saying, "Help."

Chuckling softly, I moved behind her, carefully taking hold of the delicate zipper. "You'd think after a thousand years you'd learn her ways."

She sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically as I gently finished fastening her dress. "You'd think after a thousand years she would return the favor and help me get ready for a change."

"It's Rebekah's way of showing affection," I teased dryly, meeting her gaze in the reflection. "Leaving you to fend for yourself builds character."

She laughed softly, eyes brightening as she turned around to face me. "Perhaps with the next party we decide to throw, I should leave her to her own preparations so she too can feel the struggle she puts me through."

I raised a brow, amused. "Now that I'd like to see."

YN smiled warmly, shaking her head slightly. "Thank you, Elijah... again."

"Maybe next time just call me before you get frustrated," I responded lightly, retrieving her shoes from where she'd set them out earlier and handing them to her. "Or buy a dress with the zipper on the side. They do make those now, you know?"

She laughed again, slipping gracefully into her heels. "I am aware, brother. I just don't particularly care for the feeling of my arm rubbing against it every time I move it. It is quite annoying."

"I could imagine how that would irritate you more than having our sister run off on you," I admitted, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Come to think about it, I would rather help you than listen to you complain about that the entire night."

Her expression softened gently, genuine affection shining in her eyes as she took my offered arm. "Good to know we're on the same page."

"Shall we?" I questioned warmly, escorting her toward the stairs.

As YN and I descended the grand staircase, the lively atmosphere of gathering enveloped us. The grand ballroom was aglow with twinkling lights, the air filled with the soft melodies of classical music mixed with the vibrant chatter of our guests. Watching YN's face light up at the sight, I felt a swell of brotherly pride. Her joy at these gatherings, her ability to revel in the happiness of others, it was one of the qualities I admired most about her.

She detached herself from my arm with a graceful flourish and began mingling, her smile radiant as she greeted each guest. Her warmth was infectious, and I watched, content for a moment, as she spread her light through the room.

Suddenly, the festive atmosphere shattered with the sound of a loud crash from the main entrance. The music screeched to a halt, and conversations turned into murmurs of confusion and concern. My head snapped toward the sound, my instincts on high alert.