The Originas - Elijah Mikaelson Love Story -

Heart to Heart

Elijah POV
I've avoided Amelia as much as I could since I slammed her against the wall. I couldn't believe I let my anger get to me and totally jeopardised our plan. I sat down on the living room couch and ran my hands through my unusually outgrowing hair.
I fixed the shirt to my suit and relaxed. I didn't get to do this much, so it was kind of comforting.
"Oh," a feminine voice spoke from the doorway. "Look, it's Mr. I Like To Slam People Against The Walls," Amelia says, sneering.
She shuffled past me and into the kitchen.
"Amelia!" I called after her, following her into the kitchen.
Using my long stride, I caught up quickly. I gripped her wrist. I couldn't let her pass by without apologising.
"What?" She snarled, her veins popping from underneath her eyes as she turned to look at me.
I knew it'd be something like this if I ever let my anger get the best of me, and usually it was kept in check, but this girl... she's done something to me.
"Amelia, I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday," I said quickly, looking her directly in the eye. "I understand I let my actions go first instead of thinking about it. Truthfully, I have issues with my anger but it's been harder keeping my emotions in check after recently waking up."
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you quit using such formal language I'd forgive you," she simply stated. "I know it's your origin, but honestly, it's kind of annoying."
I raised my eyebrows at the young girl. "Mmmhhhmmm," I mummered.
She smirked. "Think you can let me go now?"
I cocked my head. "I don't know. Are you accepting the apology?"
She looked like she trying to think about it. "I suppose. But... only if you buy me some sturdy drink."
I smiled. "Absolutely," I said. "When?"
"Tonight, eight at the bar," she says before turning around and strutting away.
I watched her walk away with amazement it my eyes. This girl is going to be the death of me, literally.

Amelia POV
I'm sitting here, thinking about what just happened. Elijah had apologized me, and we agreed to go get drinks. What will Niklaus think of my new friendship? I knew Nik knew Elijah was planning to go against him, but if I'm hanging out with Elijah, doesn't that make it look like I'm against him too.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I was getting frustrated too much.
"Please tell me you're upset about something other than my brother," Niklaus spoke up from the doorway. His voice sounded curious, yet suspicious.
I shook my head, not answering him, but trying to clear my head. "I'm not upset, I'm frustrated."
Niklaus chuckled and walked into my room a little more. "I can tell you have feelings for him, even if you won't let yourself admit it to yourself."
I looked at him, trying to figure out why he was prodding me. By the looks of it, it looked like he was just curious.
"Look, Amelia," Nik began. "I'm not one to judge, although my brother may be... too formal for my taste, he seems perfect for you. I've overheard a few of you're conversations, including you're recent one and I've watched the way both of you talk to each other. You're both attracted to each other, so go for it."
I gave him a weird look. Since whenever does Niklaus give advice?
"Uh, thank you," I mummered. "I think."
He chuckled. "Go for the drink tonight," he says. "Enjoy yourself. Ill have Marcel's army outside, just in case Silas decides to show up... but he hasn't shown up yet but I assume he's planning."
"I don't know about a bunch of vampires watching me drink alcohol," I said. "You know how old get when I do drink it."
Niklaus smiled. "Of course. How about I set up five in the perimeter of the bar?"
I gave him another weird look. Somethings up with my old friend, and I'm not liking it. It's got me on high nerves and such.
"Nik, what are you trying to get at?" I asked suspiciously, crossing my arms and looking him dead in the eye.
He averted his gaze for a split second. "Nothing," he says.
I glare at him. "Bullshit," I say in a condescending tone.
He looks surprised and I'm surprised myself. I hardly swear, and when I do, it's when I'm extremely irritated or pissed off.
"Listen, it's nothing I need two other people worrying about. It's my business and I want to be the one to take care of it. Anyways, Ill leave you to you're thoughts."
He walked out and closed the door. I heard vampire speed away and I plopped down onto my bed. Holy shit, my life is so messed up right now.
Sometimes, I sort of wish Silas would've never awaken me. It would've much better to be lying in the tomb, rotting away. Other times, I feel glad that I'm alive right now. I don't know, it's so confusing. The twentieth century is so crazy and ugly. The only people who are known to be formal and actually nice are the Mikaleson's, Silas, Salvatore's and me. Anyone else is practically bitches.
I suppose I should get ready for my date, wait, is it even a date? Or is it just a casual get together with a family friend? I'm going to go with the latter.
"Life is fucked up," I frustratingly say to myself as I slip my black lace top on.
I was going to have a very long evening.