(1) Bloodlines: The Curse (A Vampire Dairies Fanfiction)

14. You have my word

Nadia Ravenwood, a name that Alex had only heard on one occasion. When she had first started looking into her birth parents, Alex had followed her mother's surname. Ravenwood was a line of witches supposedly connected to the Salem witch trials, but since then, not much had been documented about them. Alex had searched for months for anything, but the only thing she could find about her family was that her mother, Prudence Ravenwood, had been an unmarried school teacher who had died in a 'car accident'. Her parents, father was unknown, but her mother was Nadia Ravenwood, a witch whose last know location was New Orleans. There was no documentation of death, nothing beyond the birth certificate for Prudence.

To hear her grandmother's name spoken from the lips of an Original was—surprising. Alex hadn't expected it, and she hadn't really expected Elijah to call her Nadia.

"Not my name," said Alex.

Elijah took a step forward, moving so quickly that he stopped right in front of her. Alex reacted to his movement and brought up her hand. He surprised her by grabbing her hand and holding it still.

Alex gasped as their skin connected, and the buzzing on her skin that had alerted her to Elijah's presence seemed to grow. The buzz was warm and—disturbingly so—comforting. The look in Elijah's eyes told Alex that he too was surprised by whatever sensation he could feel.

"You were the witch that attacked me," he said.

Alex glared at him. "You kidnapped my sister."

"Technically, I didn't."

"Technically, I didn't attack you."

An amused smile touched Elijah's face. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a Nadia Ravenwood, would you?"

"Why?" asked Alex.

"You look like her, sound like her too."

"You say that like you knew her well."

Elijah nodded. "I did; she was perhaps my closest friend."

Alex realised that Elijah was still holding her arm. She pulled back from him and frowned. "Why are you here?" she asked.

Elijah straightened his suit jacket. "To talk to the doppelganger."

She scoffed. "I highly doubt that."

"Why do you say that?"

"You're Elijah Mikaelson, an Original vampire. You have been looking for a doppelganger for a thousand years to hand over to your brother so he can break his curse. What are you going to talk to my sister about? Her choice of full moon that she will die on?"

"Someone's done their research."

Alex didn't like the whole situation. Elijah seemed so relaxed, standing on the porch talking to her. It was also unnerving her that her body wasn't reacting like it normally would have around a vampire. Her body would normally be tense, and her magic would be thumping beneath her veins, but instead, Alex's body was relaxed, and it seemed so was her magic.

"It seems you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I do not know yours." Elijah held out his hand to her.

Alex didn't take his hand, but she said, "My name is Alexandra."

"Alexandra Ravenwood has a nice ring to it," said Elijah.

"My surname is Gilbert."

He smiled. "Of course, my apologies." He took a step closer to Alex. "Now, why don't you invite me in, and we can discuss your sister."

Alex laughed and pressed her back against the door. "You want to discuss my sister? We can do it right here."

Elijah nodded. "Very well." He walked across the porch and sat down on the swing. "The doppelganger is what my brothers craves most. He has spent the past five hundred years believing that the doppelganger bloodline ended with Katerina Pierce, but alas, here is your sister, evidence that it did not. And while five hundred years ago I would not have hesitated to hand your sister over to my brother, a lot can happen in five hundred years."