From another World, meeting you

Patience is the Key?

Ella POV:

Elijah was sitting next to me and I could feel his gaze on me, I should have held my mouth better, I had said too much. "I'm sorry if I hurt you with my words," he apologized again. "Don't you, you have to do a lot more to hurt me," I disagreed, I didn't want to give him the power to hurt me. The very fact that I was now bound to him forever, would not age outwardly, could not die, was hard to believe.

Elijah put his hand on my hand, ironically on my hand, on the wrist with the mark on my skin, me as Elijah's property. The warmth spread and the tingling came back, "I don't want to do anything like that," he answered me,, Elijah turned my hand and the time came out. "I want to get to know you, not because I see it as my responsibility to make sure you are safe, but because I want to get to know the woman who can feel my presence, the woman who gets on with my brother and attacked Marcellus with a paperweight for whatever reason," he added.

'I didn't attack him, the paperweight statue chose his head as a target, I can't even throw a ball, without missing the target," I corrected him, to which Elijah told me, "What did he say that you can throw a paperweight statue without touching him?" Elijah informed himself, and I knew one thing if I told him that Marcel, on behalf of Klaus, had accused me of wanting to get Elijah into bed and exploiting him, as he had done with Gia, that would only be a bigger gap between him. "Nothing important" I weighed in and tried to suppress the anger I felt in the memory. "If it's not important, why are you angry?" he quipped, and I felt I was caught, why did he have to notice that? "Because everyone calls me your angel, as if I am nothing but an object,"" I said part of the truth, and he looked at me, whether he believed me or not, I didn't know. "Except Freya, everyone seems to forget my name," I added, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "As far as I can remember, I have not yet called you my angel," Elijah replied. "So you were there when Marcel called me your angel?" For my part, I had to bite my tongue, not repeat Marcel's guilt, I had not planned from the beginning that Elijah would take care of me, that he would take care of me, or try to get him to bed by pretending that I did not want him to know me.

"No, but you said something interesting about Gia," Elijah replied, looking at me. I didn't even have a word to say about Gia before him. Er she should remember how she was for him. "To what extent?" I informed myself and deliberately presented myself stupidly.

"Your excuse that English is not your mother tongue doesn't count, you're not stupid, as you're giving yourself," he insinuated to me, I certainly wasn't stupid, I knew that myself, but I didn't want to tell him about the advice Marcel had given her to get him to take care of her. Elijah pushed a strand behind my ear, the touch alone, was intimate. "Will you be at the campfire tonight?" he asked me, sounding insecure in his voice? Elijah Mikaelson was unsure? And did he deftly distract from the subject?

"What campfire?" I asked him and could have hit me in the head, I couldn't really ask even more stupidly. Elijah told me that Rebekah had insisted on holding the campfire today, and that everyone would write down their wishes and then burning them.

Rebekah would be happy if I was there, but that was more for the family, for her and her siblings, and as if Elijah knew what I wanted to say, he made it clear that Rebekah explicitly wanted me to be there.

"And if you don't want to be there, you should say the Rebekah yourself," he added, "so she rips my head off?" I quipped, to which Elijah smiled, the typical Mikaelson grin he didn't show often. "As Niklaus said, you are now part of the family," was his response. Was that true?

As Marcel sounded this morning, I wasn't convinced.

"Have you really thought about what you want to do?" Elijah revealed another topic to which I had no answer. In my world, my goal had been to find a better paid job, pay off my debts, save to get my driver's license, maybe even find a job in the IT sector. But here? I didn't know what to do here, I couldn't go to university because I didn't even have papers. I didn't even exist officially. "Except to hope that no one thinks of me as the Ella of this world?" I answered him and tried to hide that I had no idea where to start, I didn't want him to be obliged to help me build a new life.

"The reality is that I look like her, but I don't have long hair and a completely different taste in clothing and it's death, I have no papers, no passport, absolutely nothing, so I can't go anywhere without manipulation, or do you want to manipulate all of New Orleans and every tourist so that no one notices that a dead one walks among them?"?" I added, and that made him think. He plucked seemingly unnoticed, on his sleeve, which he had been doing since the day Klaus had freed him from the clutches of her mother. Since then, Elijah controlled his emotions so much that he sometimes seemed a robot but he wasn't. I was terrified of someone having the power to destroy me, he controlled his feelings to an extent, that he might never admit, having feelings for someone.

"Just you're not death," Elijah corrected me, "I look like a dead woman," I replied, of course I knew I wasn't dead, but I looked just like the Ella of this world. "No, not really, you have blue eyes and freckles, she had green eyes, no freckles and long platinum blonde hair, you have dark blonde hair and curls, apart from that you have a narrower nose and your face shape is not like her angular, but rather round" he corrected me, adding, "And you dress very differently from her and certainly at the first moment you could be confused with her, but if someone has eyes in your head, you see that and you'll see that. It sounded as if he had not liked how the Ella of this world had dressed and it amazed me how many differences he had noticed between the Ella of this world and me. I wouldn't dress myself the way she did, but every woman should decide for herself how she wanted to dress.

"It sounds like you disapprove of it," I said, to which Elijah looked at me, "Every woman should decide how to dress, I personally prefer not to see directly what a woman has to offer," he diplomatically packaged his answer.

"That's an interesting way of saying that you don't like it when a woman has a plunging neckline and dresses figuratively," I replied, and he looked at me just because I didn't like to be figure-hugging and wearing deep necklines, it didn't mean others couldn't do it well.

"Everyone has their preferences" was his simple answer.

Elijah POV:

Ella gave me a skeptical expression just because I personally had the preference that if I had a partner in my life, she didn't prefer to show what God had given her. That she did not want to tell me what she had indicated to Marcellus, it was clear to me that her gift had apparently manifested itself in the fact that the paperweight statue had hit Marcellus on the head without her intervention, he had either insulted her, or had accused her of something that did not affect her.

"And yet you sound like you're looking at me as your property," Ella replied, and the look in her eyes told me she didn't agree with it. "You're not my property, you'd never be, but I'm sure I won't stand idly by if a man ever treats you unfairly," I told her, and Ella looked at me. Her facial expression was surprised and then her facial expression changed. "Then you can wait a longtime," was her answer, and the tone in her voice, I would have thought almost resignation, but it was something else. Something I didn't recognize.

"How exactly do you mean that?" I told her, "Just as I said, I don't plan to meet any men, I have different priorities than any men," she told me. "And besides, how am I supposed to explain this?" she added.

The relief that flooded me with her words led me to wonder what I felt for the young woman sitting next to me. Was it because of the tape that connected us? Was it because she had gone through hell because of my family and I was trying to help her live with the trauma?
"It could be a tattoo," I suggested, to which Ella looked at me in disbelief, "A tattoo that's just a tone darker than my own skin color? And as a weird mother, it can't go through either, because the letter E is too clear to read for it," she told me, Ella was looking for reasons why she didn't see a partner for herself in the future, regardless of gender, because she hadn't told me that she wasn't attracted to men and I hadn't picked up any signals that she might prefer the female sex, leaving questions. But I would not get any answers, at least not in the near future. It was too early to do so. Ella might trust me enough at some point to explain to me what she meant. "What was the relationship with your family?" I pointed the matter back to Ella and I didn't miss her facial expression hardened.

She no longer looked at me, "There's nothing to tell," she told me, but her voice told me the opposite, Ella missed her old life, maybe even her family, but that wasn't the case ,I wouldn't find out until later.

"You've said that before," I answered her and got up, Ella followed my example and walked a few steps in front of me, back to the compound. I couldn't help but admire her figure in the dress she wore. It was a mystery to me why she hadn't had a partner in her world, I hadn't asked for a partner, but her reaction alone had shown me that she had neither a partner nor a partner, and I wondered why.