A taste of Mikaelson

Elijah imagine

After I came home from a long day at the hospital, I take a quick shower and get to bed. I'm so drained I just want to go to sleep and now wake up tomorrow.
When I turn off the lamp on my bedside table I feel a presence in my room. I turn the lamp back on to see who was in my room, only to come face to face with Elijah.
He's an original vampire who has been protecting me while I learn how to use my powers.
He's a handsome man, that I cannot lie about. Chiseled out body looks like a sculpture.
"Elijah, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"My dear...I come with news. Your father has passed away. I'm sorry. Klaus found him in the cottage trying to hide and killed him."
I feel the tears start to fall down my face.
I wipe them away, remembering that my father used to tell me that crying shows weakness.
"Thank you for telling me. Now I'll be fine you can go."
He shakes his head at me.
"You can cry. It doesn't make you weak. It makes you strong for being able to show your vulnerability."
That's when I break down. Hot tears start pouring out of my eyes and down my face.
Elijah comes and sits next to me on my bed.
He pulls me into his arms and starts rubbing my arm.
"He was a good man. I'm sorry you lost him to my brother."
I just keep crying into his chest.
After a few minutes I look up at him.
"Stay? Please stay."
He nods at me and removes his clothes except his boxers. He crawls behind me and pulls me into his arms once again. My crying has slowed down but hasn't stopped.
Elijah laying next to me has calmed me down enough to try to get some sleep.
"Thank you" I whisper while my eyes grow heavy.
Before I hear a response, all I see is darkness.