Hooked.(An Elijah Mikaelson Love Story)

Chapter 15

Author's Note

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Megan's P.O.V.

Elijah and I have just pulled up to the bridge that my family died on.

I inhale sharply.

"I haven't been here since the crash,"

He puts his hand in mine.

"I'm here for you love, everything will be fine,"

We get out of the vehicle. I slowly walk onto the bridge and run my hand along the little wall that follows me. I increase my hearing.

"Elijah, do you hear that?" I question.

I hear talking and hearts beating.

"Elijah, there's people under the bridge!"

I hop over it and use my vampire strength to land my fall perfectly. He immediately joins me. I look up and my mouth drops. There is a little white cottage. Why is it under the bridge?

I walk towards it and knock before Elijah can stop me. I hear shuffling and people shushing each other. After a moment of silence, the door opens.

"D-dad?"

He stares at me, I look past him, mom and both my brothers are there.

"Oh my God," the words escape me.

My entire family has been alive all this time. I start sobbing and my knees feel as they're about to give out, but Elijah steadies me.

Megan," my father says, " come in."

To hear him speak and look around is crazy. My father who I had believed to be dead was alive! I hold on tightly to Elijah and walk in with him. A million thoughts are running through my head. I look at my mom, and both my brothers, then back at my father.

"H-how is this possible?!" I question

"You guys," I sniffle, "You guys were dead,"

My mother moves over to me, she looks delighted.

"Darling," she begins and puts a hand on my shoulder, I flinch it away.

"Before you were born, your father, he met a witch. People had been after us for a while. He begged her to put a spell on us so that if we died we would come back. You weren't born yet, so it wouldn't work for you. We've been living here ever since," she explains softly in her very motherly voice.

"No, no, no. This can't even be happening? Why didn't you ever come for me?! Do you know how much pain I went through!" I yelled.

"I went through hell! I was so depressed, my family had left me and I had NOTHING! I was abused and I had to become things I didn't want! I fucking died! I'm a vampire! I blamed myself so many times because I thought it was my fault! You NEVER came! I needed you guys!" I scream.

My father tries to talk, but I cut him off.

"I hate you! I hate you all!" I scream and whisk out.

I don't care if I was dramatic. Years of pain and misery for NOTHING. Those bastards. I go straight to the car and a moment later Elijah joins me. I'm in the seat, shaking and can barely breath.

"Megan-" he starts.

"Just drive. I want to get far away from here," I say and he does so.

"I can not believe how any of this is even possible. My family is all alive, but they never came for me. I needed them so badly! My life was hell and they never bothered to call and say 'hey Megan just calling to see how you're doing oh and by the way, we're all alive because of some weird witchy woo juu shit," I say with such anger.

"Maybe they had a reason to not call," he reasons.

"No reason is good enough to make the pain I went through okay,"

I stare out the window. We sit silent for another half hour. "Where shall we go my love?" he questions. I wipe at my face and clear my throat.

"I've always wanted to go to New Orleans."