The Devil In Me - Elijah Mikaelson -

Chapter 17

Elijah's body was back in his bed, out of this morbid coffin. After Amelia and Freya had fixed the pendant, they searched for ways to put the Original's soul back into his body. 

What stroke the heretic strange was that Elijah's power was flying freely. She would've assumed that the point of killing Elijah was to syphon off his power to get stronger .Maybe it was connected to him being a lookalike of the vampire. Somehow they must've been linked. Amelia just hasn't figured out how. 

But with his power being free, they would be able to bring him back. And they did. Hope, Freya and Amelia channeled each other and did the spell to resurrect him. It even seemed to work. He started to breathe again, his skin got its healthy color back. Everyone stood beside him an waited for him to open his beautiful hazel eyes. But he didn't, like he was in a coma. 

The hope on all of their faces feinted.

"You've done something wrong! Try again!"

Klaus yelled at Amelia and Freya. His sister sighted hurt and disappointed, while the heretic simply ignored him and continued to stare at her husband's face. Her fists were clenched tightly, angry about herself. Klaus could be right, maybe she did something wrong when she was in his mind. There's only one way to find out. 

She waited until the family had left the bedroom, just Freya stayed and looked at her tiredly.

"You need to rest Freya, the spell took hell a lot of power." 

The witch rolled her eyes.

"Do you want to enter his mind again?" 

Amelia nodded, gently stroking Elijah's cheek.

"Yes. As he's back in his body, I'll be able to go in there alone. Thank you, Freya. For everything." 

Freya gave her a light smile and also disappeared. A little friendship had developed between the witch and the heretic. They understood each other in a way no one else could and, of course, when Freya stripped her off her dark side, she was deeply into Amelia's mind, seeing how much she cared for her brother.

Amelia placed her hand back again to her husband's cheek and closed her eyes, trying to enter his mind. She was happy to see that Elijah let her in without any hesitation. 

He stood in the clean white hallway as she had left him. His gaze was on the red door, he looked deep in thought. Amelia placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"Hey." 

He returned her smile and took her hand in his and placed a kiss on her knuckles. The heretic closed her eyes when  his lips touched her skin. Warmth spread from her fingers to her stomach. Afterwards, Elijah wrapped his arm around his wife and lay both of them down on the cold, marble floor so she could snuggle on his chest. 

The Original stared onto the flawless ceiling, stroking Amelia's hair gently. 

"Why aren't you waking up?" 

Even though Amelia knew that this was just some kind of illusion, it felt nice to be so close to him. She felt his warmth through the layers of fabric of his suit. His hands felt rough, while being gentle at the same time. For a second she regretted that they had spent such a little amount of time together. They just had their one perfect day to remember. This needed to change. Better times needed to come. 

"I don't know if I want to." 

Amelia sighed, she had already assumed that this was the reason, but it still hurt her. She sat up and looked down on his face. He continued to stare to the ceiling.