Vampies in Love

13. Elijah to the Rescue

Sorry about that wait! College has been kicking my ass, so updates will most likely take longer from here on out. But don't worry, I won't abandon this story, and I will let you know if I need to go on a hiatus.

In the meantime, I did create a spotify playlist for this fic, if you would like to check it out. It's not that long right now, but I will be adding songs as I find them.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/058SAtsYMbqqtLO2hWaa2E?si=kqqwWJamSmKuKp4ZqhpLHQ

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A hand wrapped around Damon's wrist, causing him to turn around.

"Please," Elijah said.

His eyes were downcast, and when Damon took Elijah's hand in his own, he realized that he was trembling. If he listened closely, Damon could hear his heart beating rapidly. Elijah was scared.

"Hey," Damon said. He had never seen Elijah this way. Afraid and vulnerable, Damon thought to tread carefully with his words. "It's okay. I'm going to be fine." He couldn't remember the last time he spoke so softly.

Elijah was supposed to be the strong one, the sure one, the one that had his entire life, and the lives of others, in complete control. Damon was the one who broke down. Damon couldn't bear to look at himself in the mirror on the bad days. He wasn't equipped to deal with situations like this.

But he'd be damned if he didn't pay Elijah back after everything he'd helped him with.

Elijah nodded. "I know," he whispered. "Just-" Elijah looked up before dropping Damon's hands and pulling him into a hug. "Just promise to come back."

Damon breathed him in. He loved hugs like this, the feeling of being complete and warm and entirely in someone's life. He would survive, if only for the chance at another one of these hugs. "I promise."

Damon ducked his head in Elijah's shoulder and wrapped his arms tighter around him. No way was he going to give this up. No way in hell.

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Elijah sat on the expensive couch with a glass of expensive alcohol in his hand that he wanted nothing more than to spill all over the expensive rug in this stupid, expensive house. Across from him was his younger brother, continuing his lifelong tendency of being an immortal pain in the ass. He glared into his drink, afraid that if he looked at Klaus's face, he would lose any composure he'd managed to fake.

"What brings you here, brother?" Klaus said. He was smirking in the way he always did when he knew he had the upper hand.

Elijah took a sip. "You have something of mine." As if he had simply taken a dish without asking. As if Klaus didn't hold complete control over his heart. As if one wrong move wouldn't mean the end of the most important person in his life.

"And I believe you have quite a few things that are mine."

He really was not in the mood for mind games. "I don't have the moonstone."

"You also haven't been looking for it," Klaus's smirk grew more irritating with every sentence that came out of his mouth. "You never were a good liar."

"I have nothing to lie about." Lie. There was a handful of things that Klaus could be trusted with, the truth not among them.

"Really?" Klaus leaned back, relaxing into the conversation. "How long have you known there was a doppelganger right here in Mystic Falls?"

Elijah's patience was nearing its end. "I made a deal with her. I keep her loved ones out of harm's way, and she stays in town until you show up." He set his glass down on the coffee table between him and his brother. "I cannot keep my end of the bargain if you insist on holding captive one of the people she cares about."