[DISCONTINUED] The Originals | Elijah Mikealson imagines

After 100 Years

After 100 years you walked down the streets of the French Quarter of New Orleans in your three-inch high laced up boots, black ripped jeans and dark red tight tank top. For the past 100 years, New York was great. But you heard the Mikealsons were back here and all the accords in New York of sectioning the downworlder and shadowworld from the demonworld and mundaneworld, and "The law is hard buts it's the law." You'd had enough. You wanted the freedom of living in New Orleans again, so you came back.
The first thing you'd noticed however, was the witches were shun away by vampires and no werewolf's to be seen. Perhaps someone new is in charge. You thought. You knew the Mikealsons had left just over a hundred years back, so maybe now they've returned, nothing is the same.

Lost in your train of thought, you bumped into a guy in a leather jacket about three or four inches taller than yourself. "Sorry there, Miss... You look familiar?" He said as though he questioned himself. You got a good look up at him. It was Marcel. "Marcel!" You exclaimed. "Y/N!" He said back, embracing you in a tight hug. "What happened here? Why are all the witches hiding and where are all the werewolf's?" You asked him, knowing he had been here all those years you were not. "The Mikealsons left. I got power over the French quarter, the harvest is why witches don't practice magic and werewolf's were banished long ago." He continued to tell the exact events as you walked back to his home. Although, it was not his home. It was the Mikealson home from just over a hundred years back when you stayed with them because of Klaus. "I heard the Mikealsons are back?" You said, it came out as a question however. Marcel nodded. "Yes, Klaus is on his way over to meet. We have an arrangement." This time you nodded. You took a seat at a empty table while Marcel went to grab something before Klaus got here.

That's exactly when Klaus entered the home. "Hello Y/N." He said as he passed, as if he had already said it recently. He stopped dead in his tracks, turned a walked back to you, looking you dead in the eye. "Y/N! You're back!" He opened his arms as for you take the embrace. You stood and snuggled into him. You were close - are close with Klaus. Always have been ever since he turned you. He still is the only one who knows of your secret. He pulled you back from the hug and placed his hands by your shoulders. "Where have you been?" He questioned as though he was concerned. "In New York. They have all sorts of accords there." You giggled lightly at your last sentence. "We must catch up but I have a meeting with Marcel." He followed with telling you his address.

After he left, you finished of your drink and went to the address given. Knocking twice, Rebekah yanked open the door with plenty of her Rebekah Mikealson attitude. "It's nice to see you haven't changed!" You laughed with her as she hugged you. You two were best friends. Both had your bitchy badass sides. That side, Elijah did not like about you. He always said it was Rebekah rubbing off on you, but it was you. "Klaus gave your address, said I could stay with you two?" You questioned with a smile, hoping she'd agree. "Of course you can! But it's actually four of us." Rebekah left it there and lead you into the house. She showed the basic areas of the house and where you'd sleep. Conveniently, right next to Elijah's room.

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"And we're back here. So, tell me what it was like in New York?!" Rebekah had always wanted to go there. "For us, they have strict accords which must be followed. That's where the majority of our kind are in America." You continued on until the front door was shut and Elijah walked into the front room you were in. "Rebekah, has someone -" He cut himself short, looking up, seeing you. At first looking confused, then slightly angry and now happy. "Y/N, welcome back! I assume you'll be staying with us?" You nodded to his question. "It's nice to see you again." You stated and then you went back to your conversation with Rebekah.

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Later that evening, you just changed and finished unpacking. You heard a knock at your door. "It's open!" You called and the person entered. "It's nice to see you again too, Y/N. I missed you." It was Elijah. You turned to face him. It was known to most people who saw you together that there were and still are mutual feelings of love between the two of you. Neither one ever did anything though. "I missed you too." You said, walking up to him and opening your arms for an embrace which Elijah kindly expected. You let go, feeling awkward. "Y/N, all those years ago, when we went our separate ways -" He began. "Did I ever think of coming back or to find you? Yes, I did. Multiple times but other than all those rules, I loved New York." You told him softly. "Are you glad you came back today?" He asked, equally as soft. "Of course. I only came back because I missed this place and I heard the Mikealsons were back in town." You giggled at your own answer and Elijah let out a soft laugh. "Well, I'm glad you're back and I don't won't you to go again." He confessed, stepping closer to you. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere any time soon." You told him with a playful punch to the shoulder. You had missed him so much. His words, voice, laugh, everything about him. He had missed you too. While you were gone, he'd wished he'd kissed you before you'd left or that you'd come back sooner so he could. And now was his chance. He took another step forward. "I do hope this is ok?" He said to you as he placed his hand on your cheek, moving the hair behind your hair. You gave a quick nod and he smiled with delight and you returned. He closed the gap between you and it was amazing, how you had always wanted it to be. It was longing, lustful and loving. You and he never wanted it to end.

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