The Other Salvatore

The ballroom

I was on a porch of large white house. It seemed like a plantation house as there were apple orchard to the left and a barn to the right. I was in a long navy ball gown with white frills and my hair was in ringlets. There was a grand ball going on inside the house but somehow I didn't feel apart of it and had no desire to return it at all. I went over to a porch swing and sat on it looking up at the moon in the sky. I thought about my hometown of Mystic falls and my brothers Stefan and Damon. I wish I could return to them and see our house again, ride my horses and play my piano. However I knew that could never happen with Katherine around.

I silently started to cry thinking of the life I could've had if it hadn't been for her. I could've fallen in love gotten married had children and grow old with gran kids running around me filling my home with laughter.

"Why me?" I whispered crying.

"Are you alright Miss?" A young man said at the doorway into the house. He was very handsome with floppy brown hair and hazel eyes. He was a vampire. I knew it as soon as I saw him.

"Oh yes I'm fine thank you sir." I said wiping away my tears subtly.

He came over and sat beside me on the swing.

"My name is Elijah and why is a pretty face like yours tear stained?" He said pushing back one of my curls exposing my face to him.

"Well Elijah, It's tear stained as I'm crying for my family, I miss them terribly." I said quietly thinking of my brothers.

"When was the last time you saw them?" He said trying to be gentle with the fragile crying girl.

"32 years ago." I whispered. "When I was turned."

"I'm sorry for you it is never good being separated from your family. Mine is in shambles." He looked at me with pain in his eyes.

"What happend?" I asked looking at him curiously.

"It is a very long story spanning hundreds of years, Miss-?"

"Aletta Salvatore." I smiled at him.

"Well Miss Salvatore would you care to dance?" Elijah asked standing up and holding his hand out to me.

I took his hand standing up. "Thank you Elijah, I would love to." I said as we made our way back into the house.

The scene cut to a ballroom. It was massive with cream tiles and white ornate walls. There was a grand staircase leading up to huge double doors and a massive chandelier. There were huge windows on either side of the room with carvings and sculptures decorating them. There was a band in the corner that had been compelled to play tonight. It was beautiful and reminded me of a palace in Vienna.

I was in a red dress this time and my hair was in an updo. There was no one else in the room apart from Elijah and myself. He was in a black formal suit and dress shoes.We were dancing to the music for what seemed forever staring into each other's eyes. When the music stopped playing I pulled away slightly and marvelled at the room.

"Elijah this is perfection." I said twirling around looking at the room. I began to dance on my own twirling and singing. Suddenly I felt arms around my waist dancing with me. I giggled as Elijah pulled me closer to him.

"You like this then?" He whispered into my ear.

"I love it." I whispered back.

He spun me around to face him. We stared at each other for a few moments before he gently came closer to me and his lips touched mine. It was soft as if he was afraid he would break me. I put my arms around his neck and began to kiss him more passionately. He began kissing my neck and then it went black.

I woke up in my room sweating again with an agonisingly painful headache. I clenched my head trying not to scream. I laid back on the pillow breathing heavily. It was so realistic but that wasn't possible, I never met Elijah until I returned home. I turned on my bedside lamp and saw a figure in the corner of the room. Before I could scream he had his hand on my mouth. It was Elijah.

"Aletta don't scream. I won't hurt you, you just need to let me talk to you." He whispered. I wasn't sure whether to trust him but then I thought that if he wanted me dead I would have been a long time ago.

I nodded and he released his hand from my mouth.

"What are you doing here Elijah?" I whispered frantically to him.

"I needed to speak to you. I came here hours ago but neither you or your brothers were here." He said sitting on my bed.

"Well sorry I was a bit too busy being tortured." I said with anger. He quickly looked up at me with wide eyes.

"What? What happend? Are you alright? I'll kill them!" He said furiously.

"I'm not alright Elijah." I whispered tears welling up in my eyes. "Do you know what he did to me?" All the memories of torture and the pain I felt came flooding back to me. I couldn't hold it back any longer and started to cry. After what had happend I was weak and scared. Elijah grabbed and embraced me. I sat there for five minutes with him crying into his chest before I pulled back from him and told him what had happend. He listened and was the kind of support I needed right now.

"Thank you Lijah." I said wiping away my tears when I had finished telling him what had happend.

"Your welcome my sweet Aletta. I must leave now but I will see you again soon." He said standing up from the bed and fixing his suit. He was so formal after my crying session but I knew what he was going to do. "Elijah?" I said as he turned away from me. "Yes Aletta?" He said bending down to me.

"Goodbye." I whispered and kissed his cheek lightly. He seemed astounded at this kiss. He wasn't expecting it.

"Goodbye Aletta." Then he was gone. I lay back and fell asleep hoping he would visit my dreams again.

*ELIJAHS POV*

The werewolves who tortured her were dead within the hour. I killed the female fast ripping out her heart. I took my time with the Male he was the one who had tortured her he was going to pay for it. When I was leaving there campsite I was wiping the blood off of my hands when I thought of Aletta. The first time I met her was at the Governors ball in New Orleans. Klaus was away that weekend finishing up some werewolf business in the Bayou. As soon as I had seen Aletta I had fallen in love with her.

I hoped one day she would remember our meeting.