The Broken Stag {Elijah Mikaelson}

Chapter One

I quickly bolt down the hallway, bare feet padding against the cold floor. My heart pounds against my ribs, swallow pants bouncing off the walls. Falling against two double doors my hands frantically fiddle with the door knob before I push it open. I give a quick glance behind me before picking up my pace. Bursting though another door I find myself outside in the cool autumn air, my tangled, matted dark curls dance behind me, brushing against my bare shoulders with each step. The alleyway is bathed in a strong stench of rotting garbage and death. I quickly round a corner pressing my back flush against the cold rough brick wall. My short breaths came out in a warm cloud of air, lingering in the air for a moment before disappearing.

"Leaving us so soon?"

I jump, backing away from the dark male who appeared beside me. His dark eyes look at me with amusement.

"You know Marcel isn't going to be to happy to hear that you escaped, again."

I sallow the lump in my throat. "Or you can just let me go, I bet you're a great liar Diego, Marcel might just actually believe you when you say I got away."

"You know I can't do that Ophelia, now are we going to do this the easy way?" He pauses, shifting his eyes before flashing his fangs. "Or the hard way?"

I quickly push myself off the wall running away. He chuckles.

"Hard way it is."

I give a glance behind me to see he's gone. I look ahead only to run into a hard, rock solid chest. I fall to the ground looking up at him in fear. He grabs my forearm, easily pulling my to my feet. I fight against him, knowing that my hits are doing very little. He grabs my neck lifting me a few inches off the ground. The hold on my neck causes me to stop struggling, I claw at his hand fighting to get a breath.

"You know you can't run from a vampire Ophelia."

I kick my feet towards his slim frame only to have him hold me out further.

"Ophelia." He warns. "Don't make me hurt you."

"You can't kill me." I spat at him.

"No." He muses squeezing his hand tighter around my throat. "But can I have to knock on death's door."

My vision blurs out for a second, he loosens his hand allowing me to get a small breath. Suddenly I hear a loud snap, I fall to the ground panting. I look up to see Diego face down in the alley dead. A dark figure stood above me.

"I didn't mean to interrupt but it seemed as if you need some assistance."

He is tall standing about a good five inches above me. His slim but muscular frame is wrapped in a dark crisp suit. His brown hair is short and his eyes are a beautiful hazel brown. His eyes shine out brightly against his high cheekbones, which perfectly match his strong square jawline and straight nose.

I quickly got to my feet. "Thank you." I glance down at Diego's body, knowing that he will only be down for a short while. "I should get going." I whisper looking up to his brown eyes.

"Of course, but I feel I should warn you that our friend here has help on the way."

My eyes widen as I quickly glance behind me. There is no way I am going to be able to escape now. I quickly run pass the man. I only made it a few feet when he appears in front of me, I quickly come to a stop. I hear voices behind me and panic quickly fills my features. In one swift move he picks me up in his arms in a second we were on a roof watching as the group passes in a blur. He gently sets my feet on the ground adjusting his suit jacket. Fixing the bottom button he glance over at me, taking in my appearance. He unfastens the buttons easily removing the jacket and quickly placing it on my shoulders. My green eyes stare up at him in confusion. A loud gasp causes him to glance over the edge of the building.

"I believe it is time for us to leave."

"Us?" I question.

He turns around looking down at me. "Surely you didn't think I would leave you here on your own?"

Before I can answer he quickly picks me up again. A cool intense wind surrounds us as he runs at a lighting speed. After a few minutes he stops gently returning my feet to the ground. I look around at my surrounding, I am in a warm well lit room. A plush queen size bed sits in the middle of the room, cover in a stone grey comforter and decorated with small black and grey pillows. Two dark wood end table stood on either side, each holding a small lamp with a cream color lampshade and sliver base. On the right side of room is window decorated a white curtain. A deep red rug stands out against the light wood color floor and on the right side of the door is a dark wooden dresser. The walls are an cream color and on the left side is a door which I'm assume is a bathroom or closet.

"Please wait here."

I turn around to say something but I am only met with the clicking of the door closing. I sigh wrapping my arms around my shoulders, only to have the extra fabric of the man's jacket bunch around my small frame. The door clicks open, he has return with a small pile of clothes.

"These should fit you, and there is a restroom down the hall."

"Um thank you."

He nods opening his mouth a phone rings. I glance down at the jacket quickly pulling it out and handing it to him. He answer it quietly listening to the man on the other end.

"Yes, I'll be there momentarily." He ends the call looking at me. "I must leave, I have a matter to attended to, but I should return soon."

He turns to leave before he stops himself. "Forgive me, with all this excitement I forgot to introduce myself, I am Elijah Mikaelson."

"Ophelia." I state quietly. "Ophelia Ross."