Nothing Is Original |*| Elijah Mikaelson-The Originals Fan Fiction

Chapter 5: Recovering

My head throbbed with a lingering pain. Darkness was enveloping me like I was some letter in a mailbox. What the hell happened? Why couldn't I open my eyes?

Warmth embraced me while my body was flush against something soft and comfortable. A bed? Possibly. At least, I hoped I was on a bed. Mine, I hoped even more. Pain was jolting in my heart, it caused my breathing to become erratic.

And wake me up.

My eyes shot open as a shock of pain in my chest hit me. I gasped and lurched forward, but it was a bad move. More pain seared through my chest and made my breath catch.

Struggling to sit up, I vaguely took in where I was. A slight confusion took my attention away from the pain. How could I not realize I wasn't at my own house? How did I even get here?

Whoever's house I'm in?

Looking around, my eyes took in the room's detail. It was very simple actually; pale walls, a vanity and dresser, a mirror, a soft light. And of course a bed. One that was very comfortable, might I add.

I took deep, slow breaths to calm the throbbing in my chest. And it worked gradually. My hands planted on the soft, white sheets as I pushed myself off of the queen or king sized bed.

No sounds came through into the room. Only silence. I didn't think anyone was home then. But why would someone bring me to their home, then leave me unsupervised? Who knows?

Taking small, light footed steps, I inched towards the door. Curse the world if something jumps out at me. I will scream. No, really, I'm deathly afraid of things that just pop out of nowhere.

I peeked my head out of the door after turning the cold, golden knob and pulling it open. The hallway stretched for what seemed like a mile until stairs were seen. Candelabra hung on the wall opposite and staggered from the previous one. It was gorgeous. I already loved this house.

I wondered who owned it...

Stalking down the hall with slow, creeping steps, I searched for the owner of the beautiful house. Three or four doors laddered down the hallway, two on each side besides the one I was in, as I made my way to the mouth of the upstairs.

A golden railing stretched down the white, pearly steps before me. Oddly, there was another curved staircase on the right side of the balcony. A chandelier hung from the roof in the center of the room as I descended the steps.

My hand grasped the shining metal support as my feet touched each level of quartz. Still nothing showed as a sign of life in the house besides the light. Why would one leave their lights on if they weren't home?

Suddenly, my feet stumbled on one another as I was deep in thought, and I jerked forward. My hand slipped from the railing, and my vision blurred as everything flew by me so fast. Air rushed past me while I fell down the staircase.

But not one hard step hit me at all.

I was met by a secure hold and a warm, firm figure. My eyes were shut tightly, shock still rushing through me in waves. My heart pounded loudly, which sent throbs of pain through me. My legs dangled helplessly as I was held close to something.

Gaining enough of my composure, I slowly opened my eyes. Raising my green orbs, they were met by striking chocolate ones. Surprise ran through me. "Oh, Elijah!" I breathed, my heart thudding faster. My face flushed with heat, and my respirations quickened at the close contact.