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

Epilogue

Bad news, readers of my book...

There will be no sequel :(

I'm sorry! But I have no more ideas, and I'd feel like the sequel would go down the drain and I'd abandon it. I don't wanna do that to you all!

Thank you for reading my book; it makes me happy :) Enjoy the last chapter and the rest of 2015!

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*3 years later*

(Alice)

"Momma! Momma! Look at this!" Evelyn called from the garden. I left my post at the kitchen and walked to the doorway to look outside at my daughter. Her chestnut brown hair flew in the wind around her, and her emerald green eyes locked on me; a wide smile on her pale face. She twisted her hands towards the fountain.

The water spraying and falling from the top started to morph and trail from its travel. Swirling and twisting in the air, the clear liquid was manipulated by my three year old daughter.

"Good job, honey!" I praised, smiling widely. I walked over to her and knelt down, lifting her up by her waist. We twirled and she squealed happily and giggled as I spun her about. Evelyn's light blue dress swayed and flowed in the wind.

I laughed and set her down, my hand brushing her brunette hair out of her eyes. "You are mommy's little magician," her eyes brightened. "And daddy's sweetheart." It was true. She looked so much like her father. She had his hair for sure, and his cheeks. They're both my life. I don't think I could live without either of them.

Hands slid around my shoulders, and I jumped slightly, looking back to see my love. Elijah smiled warmly down at me and took my face in his hand. He pressed a sweet, welcoming kiss to my lips before looking at Evelyn. She blinked with big eyes and cocked her head curiously. It made me laugh. Elijah and I lived in our own house now, and Rebekah and Klaus went to New Orleans for the time being. I must say that I miss them, but I love my life with Elijah. We've been married for three years, and when I look back at our marriage day, my heart warms even more. I could say that say was my happiest, but everyday with Elijah and Evelyn were my happiest.

"You're such a cutie," I teased, pulling the little one into my arms. She squealed again, laughing in the process.

"Daddy, help me," she giggled as I tickled her sides. Her laughter rang sweetly in my ears, but Elijah swooped in and knelt in front of us. A devious smile was on his face.

Then, he reached out and tickled Evelyn with me. Her face turned red from all the laughter, and she clung onto me tightly. Finally, we stopped teasing our daughter and let her calm down.

"Meanies!" She pouted.

Elijah gave her a look. "Your mother and I are none of the sort, dearest," he grinned. I nodded in agreement and snorted while holding in a laugh.

Evelyn looked at me. "Not funny!" She shouted. "Lemme tickle you and see how you like it!" Her grammar and word structure was excellent for a child of three. Thanks to Elijah, the language nazi. He taught her how to speak excelled for her age and showed her how to write sentences. She's a very intelligent girl.

Elijah picked her up and set her on his shoulders, holding her feet for support. He glided back into the house, his eyes urging me to follow. I obeyed and trailed behind my husband. We made it into the parlor, and he plopped Evelyn gently on the sofa. She seemed curious, and Elijah swiped the remote for the television off of the counter. He sat down and pulled me with him, a laugh escaping my lips.