Mind over Matter ↠ Elijah Mikaelson

19

It has been six months since we fled from France. Elijah has given me this book and a quill to write down my deepest thoughts and feelings, for I do not speak much these days of any feelings. It hurts too much, I am too scared and it serves as a weakness.

Elijah has been deeply caring for me as we have travelled, I am sick of ships and I am sick of the ocean. I am sick of settling in only to move again. He knows it, and I know he wants to give me a steady life, but it is simple. He cannot. So I do not speak of my true feelings in order to keep him happy.

I have been seeing visions of Mikael as before we ran, I find it completely out of my control, inside of his body; like I am seeing through his eyes whilst he is living his life. I see him every time he gets close.

Marianne shut the leather bound book and dropped her quill in the bottle of ink. Her hands grasped onto the book as she stood from her seat and she lifted it into a small box.

"The carriage is ready" Elijah was leaning against the frame of the door, he stared into the empty room.

Marianne gulped, her eyes lowered to the box and then back up to Elijah, forcing a smile "are the others ready?" She asked, thinking that she would be the first one ready.

"They are all in the carriage" Elijah informed her, walking over and taking the small box within his grasp "you were too engulfed in your writing, I did not want to disturb you"

Marianne's cheeks flushed as she felt embarrassed to be the last one to leave. "I liked it here" she looked up at the cream ceilings as she stepped forward on the creaking floorboards.

"Me too" Elijah sighed, knowing that she really wanted to stay, and knowing that he could not give her what she wanted. "Maybe we can come back someday" he tried to give her at least some hope "and I hear the new city we are travelling to is thriving"

"Maybe" she shrugged "and I hope so, I hate it when the towns are dead"

To think, six months ago Marianne lived in a huge castle, her only worry was to avenge a death. She had it easy then and now it was too difficult. At least back then she knew she had constancy.

Elijah guided the witch downstairs and outside towards the carriage. Marianne took his hand and pushed herself up, sitting next to Rebekah. "Won't be too long now" Rebekah smiled towards her.

The vampires were accustomed to the constant travelling, they had known it before they had arrived in France, and they expected they would know it afterwards. But they do not know the toll it took on Marianne, after all she was only mortal, she was extremely weak compared to them.

Mixed with the constant visions of Mikael, Marianne always felt drained and exhausted. The burst of colour she had always seen, the bright light she had always made from bad situations had disappeared and all she could see was dull and muted colours.

She looked out of the window, the rain started to patter down onto the outside of the carriage, leaving constant sounds that prevented Marianne from sleep. The drops bouncing off the floor.

She was interrupted from her own thoughts by the touch of Elijah's hand. He had seen her phase out of reality and he wasn't too sure if he had liked the place she had created in her mind. He could not see, and based on her state the past few weeks, he was not too sure she went to a happy place. So he held her hand, he squoze it tight to show her that he was there.

It was what she wanted, wasn't it? It was always what she kept asking herself. She said she would have done anything to spend her life with Elijah, and this is anything. Every time she looked at him her dull world retracted back to the positive colours she had once seen, his eyes glistened and it made her happy.

She squoze his hand in return, directing her stare from the outdoors, to him.

"You look tired" he observed "shut your eyes and attempt to sleep"

"I fear I'll see Mikael again" she admitted, that was the reason why she would keep herself awake some nights. Marianne had never met the man, but he terrified her.

"You are safe with us" Niklaus was usually quiet these days, his broken heart had really effected him, and eventually, the sadness had turned to anger. Niklaus was jealous of the relationship between Elijah and Marianne, why couldn't he have the same? But again, Marianne was kin enough to help them.

Marianne nodded and rested her head on Elijah's shoulder, she shut her eyes but kept hold of his hand all the way through. She couldn't have asked for someone better to fall in love with, he knew her and so he noticed even the slightest change in her.

It's why it hurt him so much to watch her go through everything they were.

Within a few hours, she was awoken by the carriage bumping and turning as it crossed a rocky road.

"Well, someone has woken up just in time" Kol was the first to see her wake, his eyes were on her at all times; not gazing in a loving manner, not like Elijah would, he just wondered what went through her mind and he did care for her. She was like family.

Marianne lifted her head and looked out of the window, the rain had been replaced with a beaming sun.

"Welcome to Nouvelle Orleans" Rebekah whispered in her ear as they all looked out.

But Marianne had seen this land before, not in person but in a dream. She recalled seeing the same trees in exact the same place, she even saw the carriage she was in.

Her happiness was falsified as inside she felt nauseous. For now she knew the dream she had when she was younger had been a vision of the future.

"Nouvelle Orleans" she repeated, the name sounded light and hopeful. However, she knew that her fight was far from over.

Because this was the place Marianne would die.