TVD imagines/preferences

You've been kidnapped- Elijah

Elijah is the perfect gentlemen. Always has been. He opens doors for me, pulls out chairs, he even gives me his jacket when its cold out. I have told him multiple times that he dosent need to do as such, but each and every time I protest, he insists. But you musnt be fooled by his chivalry and charm, Elijah can be extremely deadly. He acts almost as if he is completely emotionless toward others, even toward his siblings. Klaus has been getting together the final 'ingredients' for his spell to break the sun and moon curse, so he could become the original hybrid. Both werewolf, and vampire. One of the elements contributing to the breaking of the curse being the blood of a doppleganger, immediently putting both Elena and myself in danger. Elena being the doppleganger of Katherine Pierce, and I being that of her partner in crime, Arielle Thorne. Elena and I met when we were young, and have always been the best of friends, just as fate would have it. We were currently hiding out in an old family cabin of Elena's, trying to stay as far away from Klaus and his goons as possible. It's not like it was out in the middle of nowhere. That would be too obvious, there were maybe four or five similar cabins around ours.

The only vampires that have been invited in are Stefan, Damon and Elijah, so we are perfectly safe as long as we stay indoors. Damon wansnt very happy with the idea of Elijah being allowed to enter the cabin, he figured that he might doublecross us, and take either Elena or I to Klaus, his brother. But I know Elijah. I know he would never do anything to bring me harm. And I know he wants his brother to be stopped just as much as the rest of us. It had been just Elena and I for almost a week now. Stefan and Damon had been dropping in daily to check on us. They would just stay, but they have been busy helping Bonnie with a spell to stop Klaus.

"oh my god." Elena started with a groan, "I am getting so sick of looking through these journals." We have been searching for anything and everything  we can about the sun and moon curse. collectively, I would say we have read through maybe around twenty-four journals over the past three days.

"I know, same here." I sympathised with her. "It's only for one more night though, then we can stop looking and go home." I shrugged. "It could be worse."

"Matt said he's coming over to keep us company." She said with a smile, typing away on her phone, taking a break from reading. "I'm asking him to bring chocolate." She laughed.

"haha, sounds good to me." I replied with a giggle, flipping the page of yet another dusty, leathe-bound journal.

It has been maybe around two hours since I've picked up this journal, and I have only just reached the middle of it. I sighed, putting the book down on the coffee table and brushing my (y/h/c) hair out of my face, beginning to daydream while staring intently at the floorboards. I miss Elijah.

"Matt's pulling up now." Elena stated with a smile,putting her phone down and pulling me out of my trance. I pulled myself off of the couch and made my way to the front door. I opened it widely and saw Matt stepping out of his truck, holding a shopping bag full of what I'm assuming is the chocolate Lena asked for. I shot him a smile, and he happily returned it, making his way to the front door. All of a sudden, Matt's joyous smile had faded into a look of agony. His eyes squeezed shut and his eyebrows furrowed before he slumped foward, onto the ground. I stood there in complete shock and horror, not knowing what to make of the situation before I noticed a dagger portruding out of his back. Without a second thought, I ran out of the house and kneeled by Matt's side, a look of pain and desperation plastered over my face. I rolled Matt on his side, only to find that he no longer had a look of suffering on his face, more-so one of peace. He was dead. I never even had a thought about what had stabbed him. I placed my hands on his face, fumbling around for a pulse, any sign of life. I was in hysterical tears by this point. I grabbed his hand and noticed that he had been wearing the Gilbert ring. I sighed, lifting his knuckles up to my mouth and placing a small kiss on them. I looked up and noticed Elena at the door of the house, staring at me with a look I could not decribe, shock maybe? sorrow? No. Fear. Definitaly fear.