Elijah Mikaelson Stories

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Slowly and attentive you strolled through the streets of New Orleans. A lot had changed since you had been here the last time. Well, the last time you had been in New Orleans, was hundred years ago. Of course, things had changed.

There you could see new shops, bars and restaurants and whole new buildings. You were fascinated by how the city looked right now. You knew there had been a huge hurricane years ago that had changed parts of the city. And you couldn't deny that you liked how it looked now.

There were way more tourists than hundred years ago, you thought as you watched people with cameras and phones passing you by while they took pictures of almost everything. But you didn't really care. What you wanted to know was if that one person you hadn't seen since you've been in New Orleans the last time, was still here.

But how to find him? You bit your lips while you crossed one of the streets and thought about it. You spotted a bar just around the corner and decided to go there. You would have to ask people to help you.

You pushed the wooden door open and stepped in. It was the early afternoon, so the tables and the seats on the counter were scattered occupied. Behind the counter, there was a blonde, young woman standing washing some glasses.

"Excuse me?", you said to get her attention. She looked up. "Oh, hi. What can I bring you?", she asked and gave you a smile. You smiled back. You weren't in the mood to have a drink. The only thing you wanted at the moment, was finding the vampire you were looking for and some blood.

"Nothing, thanks", you replied, "I'm looking for an old friend and I was wondering if someone could tell me if he's still in New Orleans."

"What's his name? I know a lot of people, maybe I can help you", the barmaid said. "His name's Elijah Mikaelson."

You could see the woman's eyes grow. "Everyone knows the Mikaelson's here", she then said and you could feel a strange sense of excitement in your stomach. If your heart would still beat, it would be beating incredibly fast right now, you were sure about that.

"Can you tell me where to find him?" You were excited, incredibly excited. Hundred years ago, while you had been living in New Orleans for a while, you and Elijah have had the most amazing time. There had been parties almost every night and you had fun with your friends and with each other every night. Elijah had been a noble gentleman that had always tried to back off his bloodthirstiness. You were wondering if he was still the same or if he had changed.

"Of course, he's living in the French Quarter in the biggest house there. Together with his brother Klaus and his sister Rebekah", the blonde woman replied. You nodded, thanked her and left the bar again. You exactly knew where that house was. You had been there countless times when you and Elijah had a thing going on.

While you made your way to the Mikaelson house, you realized how glad you were to be back in New Orleans. During the 150 years you already were in this world, you had seen many places. But you've never stayed somewhere as long as you had done in New Orleans hundred years ago.

Just seconds after you had knocked on that familiar door, it opened and Rebekah Mikaleson was standing in front of you. First, she didn't seem to recognize you and with a raised eyebrow she examined you. But then her face lit up. "Y/N?" You nodded. „It's been a while", you grinned when you saw Rebekah smile too.

She gave you a short hug and asked: "Are you looking for my brother?" You nodded again. "Elijah! There's someone who wants to see you!", she shouted and you were sure, no matter where in the house he currently was, he had heard her.

"Y/N", was all Elijah said when he stood in front of you a moment later. You smiled. He was still so goddamn good looking. Then, he pulled you into a tight embrace that took you by surprise. He kissed your cheek before he let go of you again. After a short glance at his sister, Elijah said: „Let's take a walk." You couldn't say no to that and followed him out of the house. Since you both had a daylight ring, it was no problem for you to walk around even when the sun was shining.

While you strolled through the city, Elijah wanted to know how you where had been all those years. You told him everything. You told him about your trip to Europe from which you had just come back after twenty years. He smirked at your description of Paris and how you loved it there. And it felt good to be with him again. He had always been so charming and he was still that way. His smile caused butterflies to appear in your stomach.

"Why did you come back?", Elijah then asked. You looked up and your eyes met. You sat down on a bench. Elijah joined you; his dark eyes examining you. You tried to choose your words carefully. So much had happened during all those years you had been away. "Because I missed New Orleans. I missed that city and that country. I...I've been traveling around for almost hundred years now and I feel like...like I want a home, you know?" You finally looked up, directly into Elijah's eyes. He smiled at you.

"I understand. I'm glad you're back. I...missed you and was wondering a lot over the years where you could be and how you are", Elijah confessed. You didn't know what to say. You had missed him too, that was for sure. But you had never expected him to miss you too. Yes, you had been a couple hundred years ago but you both have had many partners before and after that relationship.

"Maybe...you can find a home here. What do you think?" Elijah's voice pulled you out of your toughts. You could feel his hand grabbing yours and interlace your fingers with each other. You looked at your hands and then smiled at Elijah. Suddenly you remembered a phrase you had heard many times within the last century: Home is where the heart is.

Slowly you started to realize that New Orleans was your home. Yes, you belonged in this city and you could imagine to stay here for many more years. And that was simply because your heart was with Elijah. It had always been during the last hundred years but you hadn't noticed until now.

"Come on, you must be hungry", Elijah eventually said and got up from the bench. He reached a hand out in your direction. You took it. You were hungry indeed. Some blood was needed right now and you were sure that there was some in the Mikaelson house. You smiled at that thought. Finally a home. And maybe finally a love that could last.