Elijah Smith sat down at the table of his lavish penthouse apartment looking at the photo of his bride to be.
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There was not a day that he didn't miss her. Not a day passed that he did not go to sleep with the thought of her or woke up with his heart beating for his loved one.
Though he had all the money in the world and had spent every possible way he could think of to find her, it seemed that some greater power was holding all his efforts back.
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"Hey" Elena walked in the lounge, greeting her her sister's fiance.
"Hello." Elijah said putting the photographs and letters back in a box.
"You didn't sleep." the brunette stated the obvious as Elijah's ragged look, and crinkled shirt were proof enough.
"Everything just - we were supposed to get married two years ago on this day. And - oh I wish she never went on that expedition."
"Yeah - but you know that she had to go. She breathed archeology. And she is such a free spirit." Elena said, her own heart aching for her twin sister.
"Yes. That is one reason I fell in love with her. She was so full of life," Elijah drew a sad breath,"and I don't believe that she is gone."
"And you think that they will help us find her? And that they would not want anything in return - just the amulet"
"I sincerely hope so. Right," Elijah got up and now took the box, "I will get some sleep. And - you can stay here as long as you like."
"Thanks. But I will look for an apartment. It's about time"
"Damon came looking for you, and I told him not to come calling here again. He was drunk and pretty violent."
"Thank you, Elijah. I am really sorry about - the idiot." Elena said apologetically.
"No problem. I am happy that you finally have opened your eyes regarding this guy." Elijah said.
Elena nodded and turned towards the big window, gazing out in the day, thought of another man.
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New Orleans Algiers
"What do you mean, you're packing your bags and going to New York? You don't know anyone there." Rebekah Mikaelson said to her half-brother stunned as he announced to the blonde that he was leaving.
"Marcel is there. I talked to him and he says that I can crash at his place till I got on my feet. If there is a place to make it as an artist it's there. I got to at least try. You are going away soon with your rich fiance and I will be left alone here anyway."
"Yes" Rebekah sighed, "you do. I don't know why you are not letting Stefan help you. He's got connections - he said that your paintings are good."
"You know how I feel about his snobby friends - and I want to make it on my own. Exhibit with a Gallery that finds my work worth the while. Get a proper art dealer." Elijah said.
"I get you. You want to do it the hard way. And I respect that. But Stefan is a good guy -"
"Rebekah please - I know that he is - but - this is something I got to do by myself."
"All right," The blonde nodded, giving her brother a semi-hug, "I will definitely come and visit you."
"I am sure you will." Klaus put on a charming smile and now kissed his sister on a cheek as a small bye.
"Here" Rebekah now took out a wad of money from her purse, "please take this."
"Bex, I'm fine." Klaus refused the money.
"I know that you are. But New York is really expensive and - you will need this. You will give me all of it back when you are famous painter - with interest." Rebekah joked shoving the money in her brother's jacket.
"You bet I will. Thanks, sis." Klaus now took his bag hearing the horn of Jackson's car go.
With tears in her eyes Rebekah motioned to the man to go and he left.
Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days These days These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And all the times I had the chance to
...
I had a lover I don't think I'll risk another these days These days And if I seem to be afraid To live the life I have made in song It's just that I've been losing so long
Sitting in the car to the airport, Klaus looked out of the window, his thoughts now fast escaping into a daydream
He traces her lips lightly with the tip of his finger. As she pouts slightly he feels the urge to kiss it, to wrap her up in his arms and listen to her gentle breathing.
This feeling is so strange. Could it be love? No. Though it stretches throughout his whole body. It's overwhelming. And yet strangely makes him feel complete. It feels like he is in a dangerous fire, yet completely safe at the same time. It feels as though his heart is dancing around his chest. He feels so light, like he is on top of the world yet his heart is constricting and it feels as if there's no oxygen in his lungs.
It's strange – frightening even – how one can go from someone being a complete stranger, to then being completely infatuated by them and wondering how it ever was that one was able to live without them.
