From another World, meeting you

Memories

Ella POV:

Sunlight woke me up, had it really happened yesterday? The Elijah blood of me had drunk, that he had held me and the weird warm feeling that had spread throughout my body, it felt like a dream. In the bath I drove over the place on my neck, to which yesterday Elijah, had drunk blood. It felt weird, the memory, of him, how he had instilled his blood in me, how he had held me. How he hadn't gone before he was sure I wouldn't fall over.

Flashback:

Elijah put me on the bed and examined the place where there were just two points in my skin. Carefully he drove over the healed skin and the touch alone, chasing several shivers over my back. The warmth of his body had long since disappeared, but the memory, his arms around me, his lips on my skin, the comic feeling of warmth that had set in after short pain, it was as if it still filled me.

"Surely you're fine?" he asked me again, "I'm fine," I confirmed again, before Elijah could even make institutions to get me to eat something, even though I wasn't hungry, I'd stepped out of my body for a moment, I couldn't remember with the best will, but Elijah had looked worried , for the first time since I was here, I had noticed concern in his face.

Elijah had stayed for at least half an hour before he went to his own room, not without first assuring himself that I was doing well.

Flashback end.

His promise not to let me down still reverberated, he felt responsible for me, as if it was his job, to take care of me and that bothered me. I didn't want him to feel responsible for me, it just brought tensions and, above all, Klaus distrusted me, no matter how many times Isaid, that I didn't want to do anything to his family.

After I had moved and the only option left was a black long dress that reached up to my ankle, I left the room to land directly in a discussion between Klaus and Elijah.

"I don't understand what you see in her Elijah, she's not even your guy," said Klaus, his brother, who stood in the library with his back to me and Klaus had seen me directly. "How do you want to judge who my guy is Niklaus, if you've really killed every person so far?" asked Elijah of him. "Then you like little blondes who really do everything you can to save them?" he said, I had to bite my tongue to say nothing that I would regret. No matter how much Klaus's words hit me and how stupid I found myself, I felt hurt by his words. I wasn't Elijah's type, in so many ways, but that didn't interest my heart.

"First Niklaus, she does absolutely nothing to be saved by me, Ella has not chosen to be here, the witches have left her no choice and only for your information, Ella has agreed to seal the ribbon to protect your daughter, the witches now have no way to use her gift for herself and I have no plan to let anyone die innocent for me,"Elisaid. "Marcellus will stay here and make sure that none of the witches try to kidnap you," he said to me, without waiting for an answer and somehow recognizing my presence,he ran past me, followed by his brother Klaus, who smiled at me and rubbed his hands with delight.

"You definitely have a good time with the act of the helpless man," Marcel said to me, as I looked at him, he looked at me with suspicion. "Just as you advised Gia to pretend she couldn't play music anymore? I don't play! I'm not a vampire and I'm not so stupid to risk my life in a world that isn't my own," I resisted and Marcel looked at me even more suspiciously. I had found it so shit when Gia had done exactly what Marcel had advised her, I didn't want to pretend to be weak, I wasn't weak. Only my rational mind kept me from not just taking to the streets of New Orleans and just running until I couldn't. But I didn't know Elijah had heard me what I had said about Gia.

Elijah POV:

The memory of Ella, as I had held her in my arms, was so vivid that I expected every second to see her blond hair in front of me, her blue eyes that looked at me, the warmth that had roared over me, like waves onthe beach, as the ribbon was sealed. Her blood had tasted different, much more intense and yet I had mastered myself and had not taken too much from her. The pictures I had hidden behind the red door had re-entered my consciousness, but somehow Ella had prevented me from sinking into the memories. Only their presence had made me linger in the here and now, to feel their body on mine, the natural warmth produced by a human body had permeated me.