Love Me Apocalyptic (COMPLETE)

Part 1: In the Pouring Rain +18

By: eternityunicorn

Author's Note: This fic is a rewrite of the fic 'Love is Madness'. I made the decision to remove it from my roster of on going fics, as I felt it was subpar and that I could do better. So, here it is, the new version of that same story, for those whom have been following 'Love is Madness'. So, welcome to 'Love Me Apocalyptic'.

Again, as a disclaimer, Because plagiarism is a thing, especially with fanfiction, please do NOT reproduce or use any of the original material featured in my stories, including the OCs, story ideas, etc. You do NOT have my permission to use anything that is my own! Thanks and enjoy!

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She haunted him - a woman from a distant era of his past.

She was everywhere he looked, especially in the past few days, with her brilliant shining grace drawing his attention to the illusion of her apparition. She wasn't there. Not really. She couldn't be - an impossibility.

Then one night, the flesh and blood version of her had come to him, while it rained harshly outside.

Elijah Mikealson had been taking a moment alone at Rousseau's, after some family drama that had taken it's emotional toll on him - the love triangle between Niklaus, Hayley, and himself. He had Hayley for himself, but had lost her to his brother Niklaus. Apparently, her feelings of cooperative co-parenting where Hope was concerned had developed into more - into a deep love neither of them could refuse or deny. Therefore he was drinking away his sorrows of lost love, when the shimmering flash of white had caught his eye.

He had been surprised to see her there, looking as lovely as always. She was dressed in a short mini sweater dress that clung to her curves perfectly. It was casual, but not overly so. Her ankle length white hair was partially tied back, while the remainder hung loosely around her, showing off the creamy expansion of her neck and displaying her silvery hoop earrings. She wore heels to accommodate her short height, making her shapely legs seem longer.

Her sapphire eyes were as piercing as Elijah remembered, in their ability to see through another, see everything there was to know about them. Her plush rose pink lips smirked at him, as if daring him to make a move toward her as she stood near the entryway.

Every man and woman in the bar stopped to stare at her in wonder and in lust. Even Elijah found himself affected, but that wasn't a surprise to him. He knew well the kind of effect she had on others, but none was he more aware of than the one she had upon him. He wanted her like no other and she had only just arrived - both at the bar and back into his life.

And she was back in his life. Why else would she be there than to be a part of his life in some fashion? If not for that reason, then she wouldn't have been there at all.

Wonderful, he thought with bitter amusement as he downed the bourbon Camille had given him.

Then she made a move toward him, when she saw that he wasn't about to come near her; though it wasn't because he didn't want to. He did. His body was drawn to hers automatically. In fact, it had taken everything not to reach for her as she neared him at the bar, where he sat perched upon a chair.

"Hello Elijah," she greeted him boldly with a mysterious and not entirely pleasant smile.

"Eternity," he replied curtly. "What do you want?"

Eternity's grin only widened, "Is that how you choose greet me, after not seeing me for a century and a half? Surely, you are not still cross with me, because of the past. I had thought you would have moved on after all this time."