Blood In The Flames (Elijah Mikaelson)

I'll Be Seeing You

1916 

Marcellus and I are in the compound. He is in his Army uniform and staring at the golden Mikaelson seal on the wall. I was straightening his uniform, when suddenly, Niklaus comes in and begins to shout at him. "You are not leaving this bloody house, Marcel!"

Marcellus pulls out a folded letter and hands it to him. "My enlistment papers say otherwise." Nik takes the papers and looks at them, visibly furious. "369th Regiment. They call them the Harlem Hellfighters. Boat leaves tomorrow."

I move to stand by Marcellus and look at Niklaus. "Nikki, it's something he wants to do. Quit being unreasonable."

Nik continues to read the papers, then looks at us. "Is this lunacy because I forbid you to be with Rebekah?" I roll my eyes and Marcellus snatches the papers from him as he continues. "So, now you're going off to fight the Germans? Fine. Go. But remember, Marcel, this is your home!" He grabs my arm and pulls me into his side. "We are your family and, if you haven't learned that in the century since I took you in, then learn it now! Family are not just people who coddle you, who grant you your every whim. They are people who fight for you, who you fight for, and if this family endeavors to stop you from making a tragic error of the heart, then, by all means, express your discontent, but what you do not do is abandon us!"

As I start to scold him, Marcellus, who has been unable to look him in the eye during his speech, gives him a hard look. He silently reaches down to pick up his bag and slings it over his shoulder as he starts to head for the door. "Marcellus!"

Niklaus scoffs next to me. "Fine. Go! You'll be back!" He lowers his voice once Marcellus has left. "The prodigal son always returns home."

I run after Marcellus and catch up with him outside to take him to his train. On the way was just silence. Once we got there he places his bag down and looks at me.

"So this is it,huh? You're gonna be gone for two years...." I look down trying to hold back my tears.

"Mama Lizzie." I refuse to look up. "Mom, look at me." Slowly, I look up and the tears escape. He quickly embraces me as I cry. "Don't cry, Mama. I will be back, I promise. I'll write to you every day I can."

I pull back and gently restraightens his uniform, then caresses his cheek. "My sweet boy. I'm so proud of you. Being a vampire, you could do anything you want, yet here you stand, ready to fight for your country. What better of a son can a mother ask for?" He hugs me again and I kiss his cheek.

The train sounds and we let go. He picks up his bag. "Two years. Just in time for the wedding."

I smile and nod. "Two years." I wave him off and he gets on the train. I go home alone.

When I get back, Elijah is waiting for me with a candle light dinner, and a bottle of wine. Beautiful music was playing in the background. "Welcome home, my dear. Come."

He helps me to sit down. "Oh, Elijah. This is darling!"

He smiles his crooked smile. "Only the best for you." He pecks my lips, before seating himself across from me. We sat, eating and chatting, then my favorite song was played by the paid musicians.

He stands up and walks to me. He holds his hand out to me. "Dance with me?" With a smile, I place my hand in his and let him guide me to the open floor. He pulls me close, placing one hand in my waist where my hand went on his shoulder, the other held my other hand. We slowly swayed and waltzed to the music. "I wrote this for you."

I look at him in shock. "You composed this?" He nods and I grin. "It's absolutely beautiful, Elijah."

He smiles and kisses my forehead. "I love you, Miss Gerard. Soon to be Mrs. Mikaelson."

My giggles fill the air. "I love you to, Mr. Mikaelson."

(I know Elijah didn't compose this song, but it's fanfiction let me be romantic. Sorry it's short, but I wanted to add this filler chapter.)