PHILOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [1] ✓

CHAPTER THREE

My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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When We Were Young         Adele                     

I was so scared to face my fears

Nobody told me that you'd be here

And I swear you moved overseas

That's what you said, when you left me

You still look like a movie

You still sound like a song

My god, this reminds me

Of when we were young

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"Alright- Ok Bellamy, calm down. It's not that serious."

I held the warm device up to my ear while I leaned against my locked car. I had finally got around to answering the phone only to be bombarded with my brother's various questions and nosiness.

"No Rue, it is serious. Klaus and his siblings are one of the most ruthless groups of vampires from what I heard and seen. How are you even friends with them? They're murderers Rue." He continued to argue, the way his breath was labored told me that he didn't intend on backing down.

Exasperated, my head tipped backwards, enjoying the evening breeze as I noticed the sun beginning to go down.

"Bell, they're ruthless because they're family. Same way I act with you."

"That's fucking different and you know it is. Klaus kills people whenever he feels like it. They all do it for their own amusement and that's not right."

He wasn't completely correct.

Elijah's face struck in my mind for the third time today, finally taking me back to a fully developed memory that made me close my eyes.

Mystic Falls, Virginia 2011

             With a tray of freshly made scones in my right hand, I headed down the main aisle that led to the Lockwood's living room. As I rounded the corner, my feet slowly came to a halt as I watched the man sitting on the couch, giving me a thoughtful gaze. A suit complimenting his tall, proper stature, his dark hair matched the color of his eyes that was now piercing my skin. Quickly feeling self-conscious, I flared out the mini dress that decorated my body and tucked a loose curl behind my ear before walking over to the small table in front of him.