Multi-Fandom Imagines, X-Readers, & One-Shots

HE HAD IT COMING - ELIJAH MIKAELSON

WARNINGS; this contains triggering topics, including rape and violence. Please, do not read this If you believe that you will get triggered and if you need to talk, I am here. I myself have been a victim and I made sure that in way romanticized something so awful, this was a request and it had a sweet message and that's all that matters. This is about revenge for the victim, the act does not actually happen, and definitely not between the love-interest. Requests are open and I hope you enjoy!

Elijah carefully straightened the burgundy bed sheets across the the king size bed that the two of you shared. When every inch of the red waters was calm, and there was not a single crease, he was satisfied enough to put the patchwork quilt on top of it. That quilt, which you had gotten while on a trip to Germany, was cream colored aside from several warm toned-patches, with mix-matched patterns that somehow worked well together. He placed the pillows at the head of the bed, all five counting the decorative pillow. Meticulously he made sure that he had done everything right and then plopped down into a chair.

You were sitting in the library, the personal one that you and the rest of the Mikaelson's owned. You were rummaging through a large cedar chest with your surname engraved on it, a gift from Kol for your nineteenth birthday. Sifting through personal items from the time in which you didn't live with Mikaelson's, items from your childhood like your prom dress, and yearbooks. Finally you found what you were looking for, your old scrapbooks.

It was a hobby that you remembered quite fondly, and sometimes you thought about taking it back up. You could most definitely fill up a couple books with the memories you made every day- with all the round-the-world trips Elijah took you on, all the lavish parties that were thrown. You were living the lifestyle of a patrician, a vampire monarch. You were only Elijah Mikaelson's human girlfriend.

You opened the first scrap book from the age that you were fifteen years old. You remembered what it was like to be fifteen, all the questionable fashion choices you made, all the controversial things you said without thinking, being in your first year of high school was definitely a transition. On the first page, you were in a photo with your best friend at the time, you were wearing a rainbow studded belt, black skinny jeans, and a neon-green and black zebra print tank top. Your hair was covered one of your eyes and was teased all to hell, however it wasn't cut because your parents knew that the scene kid phase wouldn't last.

You let your eyes graze over the other girl in the photo, her smile was warm and invited and you made you slightly sad that the two of you had drove apart. You flipped a couple pages of your freshman year and let the memories rush over you like waves gently tapping against the shore of a beach.

You picked up the book that contained everything from your sophomore year. It was a velvet-covered book with your name engraved on the front, with the year in the top right corner.

In the first page, your hair was definitely better, and your face seemed even brighter and fuller, it was obvious that you were maturing. You flipped through the pages until you reached a certain page; it was a photo from your concert. You had went with your three friends and one of them- you remembered her name was Victoria- her older brother. He was a senior at the time, a football player, and a very, very popular guy.

A conundrum of fear rattled your bones and woke you up from the early morning, as you remembered everything about that night, and that boy. You would try to turn the page and not look at him a second longer but the more you stared the more it seemed that he was coming through the page. A hand touched your shoulder and you jumped, the book became airborne and you squealed, not a girlish, timid squeak but a quick, terrified whinny. Elijah leaned down beside you and sat you back down in your seat.

"I'm sorry for startling you, my dear." Elijah said softly, with a little bit of a chuckle, as he didn't understand why you had screamed. You shook your head, trying not to let it show that you were under so much distress. Elijah kissed your forehead. "What are you looking through?" He asked you, picking up the scrapbook. His eyes moved to you to ask permission to open the book. "May I?"