The Originas - Elijah Mikaelson Love Story -

Times Are Tough

Elijah POV
It hurt, not talking to Amelia for so long. But, Niklaus said to give her her space, so I did. I didn't think it was best, but he knew Amelia more than I did.
After about four weeks, I was ready to rip my own heart out. I knew she was hurting, too, but I had to do what's right. I couldn't protect her if I was in love with her, could I?
But, now I'm back together with her. She's my other half, the part of me I could never live without. I never thought I'd be able to replace my old love, Katerina, but Amelia is the one person that I know I cannot live without. She is the one person I would risk my life for.
"Maybe you're getting a little too close, Elijah," Niklaus said to me one night while Freya and Amelia were out together with Hayley and Hope. Jackson was doing his werewolf pack business.
I have tried to ignore my brother since that day, I wasn't ready to get into a fight with my brother because he was actually enjoying some time with his dear Camilla.
"Are you sure he's not using her?' Amelia asked me now, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder and turning to look at me from her chair.
I look up from the book I was reading, giving her a confused look. "What are you mumbling about, love?"
"I'm not mumbling," she complained. "And I'm talking about your bother and his new girlfriend!"
I mentally laughed at her annoyed expression, it was adorable.
"I'ts not my problem," I replied shortly. "If Niklaus wants to include his girlfriend in his problems, then he can go ahead. He's not supposed to come crying to me once she's dead and he knows that. It's his own fault if she winds up dead."
Amelia gave me a look that told me how pissed off she was by my speech. "Elijah, that's a human life we can save!"
"What have the humans ever done for us?" I asked, grinding my teeth together. I wasn't ready to have another argument with her.
"I don't know," she said with a roll of her eyes. "They kept the planet around long enough for us to live here for a thousand years and so much more. They're our food, Elijah. They're the reason you're sitting here talking to me looking twenty instead of six feet under the ground like you should be!"
She slammed her drawing book shut and strutted out, slamming the door after her. The knob flung off and hit the floor with a loud echo.
I loud out an annoying sigh as I get up to go find her. It hasn't been the same, being in a relation ship with her after she came back from the bar that night she went with Freya. And I need to figure out why.

Amelia POV

I cannot believe he just went out of his way to argue with me when he promised me he wouldn't get me pissed off, no matter how much he thought I was wrong. I guess you can't trust anybody, not even the person you're supposed to give your heart and half of your soul to.
I stuffed my hands as I walked in the street, looking all around me. I might have to walk around for a few hours because I need to blow off some steam.
Truth is, when I supposed to be at the bar with Freya, I stuck around to see what Niklaus and Elijah were talking about. What the both of them said hurt me.

"Maybe you're getting too close, Elijah," Niklaus said.
Elijah clenched his jaw. "Keep it to yourself, Niklaus."
"You can't deny it, you''re still in love with Katerina, aren't you? How can you possibly love two people at once?"
"Amelia reminds me of her," Elijah whispered.

I wanted to rip his heart out when he compared me to the bitch that ended my life three hundred years ago. He knew I hated her and what she did to me and he goes and says I remind him of Katherine! What the hell?
I know I should talk to him about it, but I don't have the courage to yet. I'm waiting until the perfect time, because that's when I'm going to end it. For good.
It's best for both of us, but more so for him. He doesn't understand that he's the one doing the hurting, not the other way around. He says he loves me, but he can't love two people at once. And I'm not sure if I love him anymore, I just haven't brung out my feelings in a really long time.
It's probably not a good idea to shut out my emotions, but all this fighting has really gotten to me and I couldn't stand it, so I flipped off the switch. And now I just pretend like I have my feelings on so nobody suspects anything.
"It's for the best," I tell myself as I continue walking on down the mundane filled streets of New Orleans.
"Maybe it's not," a gruff and familiar voice spoke up from behind me.
I stopped walking and turned to face the last person on the planet I wanted to see... Tristan De Martel.