Dylan Salvatore (Elijah Mikaelson love story)

Five

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        "Did you just call me a wanker?" He asked confused.

        "That's the first thing you ask me after everything that has happened?" I glared at the so called brilliant original. He doesn't seem that brilliant at the moment.

        For a second Elijah just stands there and stairs at me. It was making me feel awkward, his beautiful brown almost black eyes looking at me with so much intensity that one may mistaken it for adoration or maybe even love, but there is no way that that was what the look was. This original barely knew me and I definitely did not know him. I just can't help but get the feeling from this man that we have met before, but that is not possible.

        Elijah broke the silence and whispered so quietly that I could barely hear him. "ego have vos desiderabat, angelus meus pulcherrimus."

         ( A/N: I don't speak Latin so this is from google translate so if it is wrong I am so sorry I'm not trying to offend anyone if I do.)

        I stood there looking at suit man confused. Why would a man I have never met before say something like this to me. "What did you just say?" I questioned looking him dead it the eye.

        "I haven't said a word, love you must be hearing things." Just after Elijah spoke I heard footsteps approaching. He let go of me and took a couple steps back, both of us waiting to see who so rudely interrupted our moment. Not that kind of moment you over excited teenagers.

        The door opened very slowly as if the person on the other side was scared of the two monsters that where locked in the room. The persons delicate heart started to race as the door stopped moving. It was only opened far enough to see were Elijah used to be laying dead. The person let a small gasp of horror when they realized that suit man was not in the spot where he was last seen. Elena walked all the way in, she turned and looked at the two of us but most Elijah and the look he was receiving was pure fear and hope?

        "Oh good you are awake, Elijah." Elena whispered.

        "Elena, you say I can trust you but you have not given me any reason thus far as to why I should trust you." Elijah bluntly blurted. The man so obsessed with his appearance tried to fix his chard and ripped jacket, finally giving up he huffed in exasperation and said, "I'll make you a deal Elena Gilbert if you so kindly get me a new suit, I will discuss whatever you have come down here to talk to me about, since you have utterly destroyed my favorite French made suit."

"I have not come down here to make you a deal, I've come to warn you and let you go."

"What's In it for you?" I glare at Elena skeptically. Why would she just let the original vampire go?

"I was not talking to you, Dylan. Stay out of peoples conversations you over aged 22 year old." Elena exasperated as if this was the best comeback in the entire world. Well in her world anyway.

Before I could speak Elijah cut in, "You will not speak to her in that manner." He scolded.

Elena glared at me and agreed with Elijah, but I was not the one suit man was talking about and he made it very clear when Elijah told Elena. "I was talking about you Elena, if you speak to her or of her in that manner again I will call of the deal and you will no longer have my help in the capture of my brothers."

She starred in shock at the man in front of me. She's speechless, and to be honest I would be to if I was in her shoes right now. Elijah was one hard man to read. One moment he's five seconds from ripping your heart out and the next he's threatening anyone who dares to look at you in any wrong way.

        What on earth is going through that beautiful head of yours Elijah Mikealson.

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