The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

elijah

Imagine meeting Elijah for the first time in 1840's America.

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"We're happy to open our home to your family," my master said to the beautiful men and their sister. I stood patiently in the corner, waiting for someone to call me over or refill a drink.

"We're very grateful," the blonde woman said to him. She flashed a smile, knowing that it would make my master even more welcoming and attracted to her. Both my mistress and I could see that the Master was trying hard not to say anything inappropriate. "This is such a lovely home."

"Thank you." The Mistress smiled at each family memeber. "Where do you hail from? I'd forgotten, pardon me."

"My siblings and I come straight from Birmingham," the oldest one answered. He was beautiful. Shining brown eyes; pursed, pink lips; well-kept hair. He truly was from England. Over there they cared about how they looked, and it showed on him. His accent was enchanting. "We've moved around Britain."

Just as I began staring at the oldest, I spotted my master's cup almost empty. Like instinct, I pushed off my heels to refill it as well as the other cups. Just as I got to the beautiful blonde woman, my eyes flickered up to see brown ones staring curiously back at me. It truly took everything in me not to smile shyly.

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"Pardon me, but I never caught your name." The voice of a man scared me, making me drop the glass in my hand. Thankfully the English stranger caught it before it shattered on the wood floor. I held my heart in excitement, thanking the Lord that the glass didn't break. If it did, I would be back out in the fields rather than in the house. My mother talked me up very much to get me in the house again after what had happened.

The melodious voice spoke again. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Oh, sir, it's quite alright," I assured softly. Mother always told me not to look guests in the eyes. He had probably come to scold me for looking straight at him during dinner just an hour ago. As soon as I did look at him my mind flicked my eyes away so they wouldn't linger on his too long. The stranger was probably offended by my bad manners. "Thank you much for the glass."

He handed it back to me slowly, allowing our hands to touch. Just with the swift feel of his warm hand I almost dropped the glass again. What was happening to me? This was never the case when it came to other guests. I had never been so clumsy and bad-mannered when the Master's comrades visited.

"Your name?"

"Sir, if this is about looking at you during dinner, I truly apologize."

He repeated with more stress, "Your name."

He undoubtably was fixing to tell my master of my disobedience. All he needed was a name and a problem for me to get whipped and sent back into the laboring fields. The cotton stung my hands. Handling glasses was much more preferred in my eyes.

"Y/N."

If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I heard him whisper beautiful under his breath. My curiosity got the best of me again and I looked up at his eyes. Thankfully his eyes were not filled with anger; they held wonder. My own eyes widened at his positive interest in me, as this had never happened either. No white man was ever interested in me. Usually if they wanted to fill their needs, they went to Jaliyah. She was the most beautiful negro in the house.

The man took a moment to just look down at me, inspecting all my features. When I realized this my heartbeat increased. Even though I was in the house, sanitary conditions were no better. There was no doubt I still had sweat and dirt from last week, the last time I truly got to bathe in months. Now this man could see all my blemishes and dirt rings from going days and weeks without properly bathing.

"My family and I are departing in two days. Would you like to come with me?"

For the first time in my life my jaw had dropped in awe. What had he just asked me? Did he just ask me the question every slave wanted to hear?

I couldn't speak. This was better than I could ever imagine my life going. This was better than any of the lives these negroes had. I was saved by my true Lord and savior, this strange man who for some reason took an interest in me.

Judging by my delightfully surprised expression, the man took this as his answer.

"Elijah Mikaelson, my lady."

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This one's cute. I like it. If this was a sensitive topic for anyone I apologize. Thank you for reading though.