You're mine - Elijah and Lydia

•His girl•

Prologue

It has been a year since the banshee, Lydia Martin, was invited to stay at the Mikaelson residence by the infamous Elijah Mikaelson.

During the year or so, Elijah developed feelings for the strawberry blonde, but denied such feelings.

Although his feelings were concealed, he was desperate to make the banshee his. He wanted to protect her, yet love her at the same time.

It's been a year since those feelings were buried, but they resurfaced quite quickly, and were quite effective in Elijah's personality.

The banshee was wanting to start her life over from Beacon Hills. The dread doctors, Kanimas, Chimeras, werewolves and hunters had gotten to her.

She left her pack in Beacon Hills, and made an escape for New Orleans, this is were she met Elijah.
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Elijah knocked softly on the closed door, before opening it, slightly impatient.

In the king sized bed, comfortably laid, was a strawberry blonde girl known as Lydia Martin.

Elijah inhaled sharply at the sleeping banshee, before he moved quietly to the side of the bed.

He set his hand gently on her shoulder, as it took a few moments for the girl to properly wake up.

"Good morning, Lydia." Elijah said gently, as the strawberry blonde girl sat up.

"Elijah? Why are you waking me up?" Lydia asked, her locks fell down her shoulders gracefully.

"Well, I thought you'd be up by now." He said, a small smile tugged at his lips.

Lydia moved the blanket off of her small frame, as she carefully swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

"I'll leave you be." Elijah said, before swiftly exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

Lydia sat there for a moment, before getting to her feet.

Ever since she had met Elijah a year ago after being on the run from Beacon hills, he had taken an interest on the banshee, and made her confused continually on whether she did have true feelings for him.

Elijah made his way down the grand stairs of the Mikaelson house, as he heard the quiet heartbeat of the girl upstairs.

He cared - no, loved the girl. He wanted her to be his, as desperate as that sounds. He wanted her to be his so she was off limits to everyone else. He wanted her to be his so she could feel submissive in his presence. He loved her truly, and wanted her. He sounded like Klaus when he wanted something, but his wants were different from his brothers'.

Lydia Martin was the only thing that occupied Elijah's mind. How she could be scary yet stubborn, or how she could make a whole house shake with just a scream. She was the only thing to keep Elijah sane, as Elijah would be Lydia's anchor.

Lydia had changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts, as the same gentle knock rang through the room. "Come in." She said, whilst tying her hair into a messy bun.

Elijah was stood in the doorway, his eyes set upon the 5"3 girl stood before him.

"Elijah, you know it's rude to stare." She smiled, her green eyes looked him up and down briefly.

She loved how he would wear suits which was his 'casual' clothes. But she adored when he was training, and would go for a sleeveless shirt.

"My apologies. I just can't see to stop staring at beautiful things." Elijah spoke out, his voice deep yet calm.

Lydia felt her cheeks heat up, as she smiled again.

"Thank you, Elijah." Lydia said, as he gave her a smile in return.

"You're welcome, Miss Martin." He said, as he was now leant against the door frame.

Lydia soon sat herself in the middle of the bow neatly made bed, as she looked up at Elijah.

"I hope it is in your understanding that I have deep feelings for you." Elijah spoke out, as he pushed himself away from the doorframe, walking towards the bed where Lydia was sat.

"I wasn't aware." She replied simply, as her green eyes watched him in curiosity.

Elijah used his speed to his advantage, as he gently but quickly pinned Lydia to the wall.

Her breathing was heavy as her heart rate was quick. The green orbs that were bright studied his face quickly, as she wasn't sure whether to feel frightened.

Elijah leaned towards her ear. "Remember darling. You're mine, and only mine." His voice was in a whisper, but it was still deep.

Lydia felt her cheeks heat up for the second time. Elijah slowly let go of her waist, and turned towards the door, walking out.

Lydia quickly stopped him, by placing her hand on his upper arm. "Don't go." She pleaded.