SIDE CHARACTER [ 1 ]| THE ORIGINALS & LEGACIES

F O U R

Klaus went to France looking for Elijah. Of course, I wanted him to bring him back, but a part of me wanted him to stay in France. I had gone to visit once a few years ago, seeing him playing piano and living a peaceful life. It made me happy to watch him be happy. I didn't want us to drag him back into the Mikaelson family drama, I wanted him to finally be able to live his own life.

But, I also missed him. I missed his suits and serious demeanor, I miss the smiles and jokes. I miss Elijah. I had a lot of his journals in my room at this point. I stopped putting them back where I found them, and now they're with me at the Salvatore School under my bed.

I talked to Marcel, and he said that when Klaus came back, the light in his eyes were gone, and Elijah was nowhere to be found. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. I didn't believe Klaus when he told Marcel that he didn't find Elijah. I knew he just didn't find the version of him he was hoping to see.

I remembered the conversation Elijah and I had two years ago when I arrived in France. 

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He was at the piano in this bar, and I sat near him. He told me he didn't think a girl my age should be drinking when he saw the drink in my hand. I told him I wasn't sixteen, just looked it. Without words, he understood I was a vampire. 

He asked me what brought me to France, and I told him I was trying to be close to someone I once knew. That he loved the French countryside and used to talk about it with me when he was still around.

"Is he your father?" he asked me.

"No," I shook my head quickly, looking down. "He was someone I looked up to all my life, but he was never my father."

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I repeated that to myself time after time. Elijah was never my father. Freya was at the school with Hope looking through spells. I felt utterly useless, and guilty for not telling anyone I knew about Hayley. 

I sat on my bed, my back pressed against my headboard. A painting of myself and Hope was hanging over my bed. She made it for me herself for Christmas last year. In red paint, her name is signed on the lefthand corner. I wrote in my journal.

If I had only told Uncle Niklaus or Aunt Freya, or even Marcel, maybe then Hayley would be safe. Instead, I protected Hope and her rash decisions, which she no doubt about it got from the rest of her crazy family. I just wish I could do something to bring Hayley home, but I couldn't.

There was a knock on my door, and I opened it to see Freya and Hope.

"Come with us for a walk?" Freya asked. "I'm not just gonna have driven all the way here and not spend time with the both of you. Plus, maybe you can tell me about that cute boy you had hidden in your room last week."

I blushed and Hope looked at me with a knowing look. I still told her I didn't feel anything towards Roman because every time I look at the two of them, I see some chemistry that I don't think he and I have at all.

As we walked around the field, the boys were playing their version of soccer, that wasn't exactly soccer since they could use magic. Roman was running around shirtless with the rest of the boys, and scored a point by headbutting the soccer ball into the goal after a witch stopped it in the air.

"So, which one is he?" Freya asked, leaning towards me.

"The hot one that sweats diamond dust," Hope answered for me.

Freya rose an eyebrow.

"Which one of you likes the dude?" she asked.

"Neither of us!" we both said quickly.