From another World, meeting you

Afraid of the dark

Ella POV:

I didn't believe a word of what Elijah said, he had felt the effect his touches had on me, I didn't know if he could still receive something from me telepathically, as in the past, that other dimension, but I had caught a thought, instinctively responded to it, but no reaction noticed by Elijah.

Being back in the past, seeing the witches relive long-healed injuries and intensifying them so far, breaking the bones, had done more to me than I would admit. The Earth Angel of whom Freya had spoken had also been there, at a time when I had no longer been alive, at the time when I had received the choice of the disembodied voice.

Whether I wanted to catch a glimpse of my future, or if I wanted to go back to my world and I didn't get the opportunity to do so.

The only thing that scared me even more now was the thought of spending the night in the dark, even though I hadn't been afraid in the dark, that scared me now and as soon as Elijah got wind of it, I wouldn't let me out of sight for a second.

As much as I wanted to keep him at a distance, I did so badly.

It was almost as if the bond that connected me to him made him my mate, pulled me to him again and again. It almost made it impossible for me to spend the nights alone. When I refrained from the soul-eater who could not rob my soul because Elijah was there,I was uncharacteristically afraid of the night after today's experiences.

Just the thought, back to the figure, with the dark wings, chased ice water through my veins, I had not seen his face, but I didn't need that either, to feel the danger that emanated from him. He was dangerous and I had nothing to do with it.

But I didn't want to admit that the coming night scared me, I didn't want to be weak,noticed somethingElijah seemingly unconsciously, or could look at me, i caught a thought of him finding me extraordinarily strong, after everything I had been through. I couldn't see where I was goingto bestrong, which Elijah seemed to see.

For a while we stayed still and drinking tea, it was relaxing for me because he didn't seem to expect me to say anything, he wasn't trying to start a conversation, he just sat next to me and seemed to hang in his own thoughts.

It was still surreal, I was sitting here next to Elijah, next to the character I'd often read in my world as A Reader Insert One Shots. I had resigned myself to being here, in New Orleans, but it was still not easy for me to accept that I was his companion. The bond became more noticeable with the day, as if it developed further and a deeper connection between us was formed. I didn't know how Elijah was dealing with it and I didn't have the courage to ask him.

"How do you feel?" Elijah asked me, "Alright" I answered him truthfully, I didn't feel as exhausted as I did, the substance caffeine contained in the tea helped me shake off some of the fatigue.

"Do you feel the tingling of everyone? If anyone touches you?" he said, which seemed to be on his heart, "You mean the warmth and the tingling?" I looked up and he looked at me. He seemed insecure for a moment.

"No, the only person who triggers this sits here next to me and is also the only person whose presence is clearly distinguishable," I added, and Elijah wanted to answer something, but was prevented from doing so by his brother Klaus.

"So if I understand this correctly, you know when my brother is near you and when he touches you, do you feel the difference?" he interjected and sat opposite me, resting his face on his hands and looking at me with puppies eyes.

"Niklaus, I don't know what you're talking about," Elijah interjected, not keen to discuss something with his brother that affected him and me.

"I asked your angel, not you," Klaus replied, and at that moment I wished I could kill the eyes, because it annoyed me to be called Elijah's angel again and again, as if I was not an independent person.