Red {Elijah Mikaelson}

1: Scarlet

1: Scarlet

THE LIGHT DANCED across the bedsheets and warmed whatever it touched. Flickering onto the face of a brunette vampire, she frowned at the brightness as she squinted. She blinked a few times before turning over in bed to face away and bury her head in the crook of her partners neck as he lay beside her.

Her movement woke him briefly as he began to run his fingers up and down the female's back, drawing her closer and placing a soft kiss on her hair.

"You okay?" His voice was slurred with sleep still as his eyes remained shut.

She hummed in response.

"I could just lie here all day," the brunette mumbled as she shivered feeling his hand on her bare back.

"We have to get up at some point," he gave a deep chuckle as he pulled her closer still. "We do have a city to run."

"They'll be fine for one day," she rolled her still closed eyes. "What's the worst that could happen."

"I don't really want to find out," he mused.

His hands moved and were now playing with her hair, relaxing the female even further. The hum of noise from outside on the streets as people and cars busied to where they needed to go was softly heard by both vampires. Both loved the atmosphere living in the centre of the city, especially the French quarter where they ruled the supernatural aspect together. The pair were well known as the power couple and no one questioned or disrespected them.

Marcel Gerard and Rosalie Salvatore had met over a century ago and had been close since then. However, situations and circumstances left them both alone with no one else but each other and they found comfort in that fact. Together they rebuilt New Orleans and started their own empire, one much greater and smoother than the previous.

A small smile was present on Rosalie's face as she could feel herself drifting back off to sleep again from the comfortable silence between her and her partner. That silence was cut short as a ringtone blared from beside her on the nearby table.

A low groan was heard from the Salvatore as she curled up trying to ignore the ringtone that at the moment was destroying her serenity.

"Stupid phone, stupid person who's calling, stupid ringtone," she muttered under her breath, thoroughly annoyed.

Marcel chuckled and nudged her arm gently urging the brunette to just answer the phone.

"Go on" he laughed.

Huffing, she reached over and grabbed the phone, not even looking to see who was calling and answered, irritation present in her tone.

"Whoever this is, you better have a good reason as to why you're calling this early in the morning."

"You do know its nearly 11am where you are?!"

Rosalie recognised the voice immediately.

"And you do realise that you still haven't given me a reason for your call?" She sassed.

"Charming in the mornings aren't you," her brother's sarcasm through the phone was evident. "I need your help, sister."

"Damon, you always seem to need my help because you always seem to get yourself in some trouble," She rolled her eyes.

"I know, but this time we really need your help, both me and Stefan." Damon sighed through the phone.

"Wait, you're together right now? That's gotta be the first time in a long while," the female Salvatore frowned.