SECOND CHANCES, a Kalijah fanfiction
After compelling her to remain locked inside the dungeon, Elijah eventually lost Katherineâs track as she escaped. So what happens when they meet again years later? How stubborn can rancor be? Can they move on from their past so that they can have a future?
Elijah had been in Italy for about two weeks; he was there essentially for family business. Apart from Klaus, he was the only Mikaelson to care about and take care of the family business and ensure the familyâs financial affluence.
All his charming sister ever did was spend the money he hardly earned shopping and improvise fashion runways specially for him and his brothers in their living room. As for Kol, well, most of the time he was just Kol: when he didnât annoy them, he was busy going round bars getting drunk and chatting up women; sometimes he even did all three at the same time. Klaus, liking power and to have control over absolutely everything, checked in every once in a while to make sure everything went off well.
Given that he absolutely loved the country, the elder Mikaelson sibling had made the most of his trip by doing tourism âthough he already knew the country in its lesser nooks. Indeed, Elijah had been in Italy countless times. Yet, he remembered each and every one of his stays. For they were all memorable and different the ones from the others. He loved Naples and its very active carriage. He adored the Italian capital and its amazing culture. Every time heâd be in Rome, he would go to the Place of Spagna, one of the busiest squares in the Italian capital.
At the present time, he was in Tuscany. He had planned to leave at the end of the week by Friday but he might have to prolong his stay to please a family friend: he was invited to a banquet Saturday evening and the hostess of the event, Eleanore Winston, insisted on his presence, claiming it was vital ânot for her, but for both him and a special someone else. Therefore, to please Eleanore and also out of curiosity, he had accepted her invitation and wouldnât leave town before Sunday.
He was busy postponing his departure on a French airlineâs website on his computer while checking his mails through his phoneâs screen. Elijah winced at the business mailâs contents when someone knocked at his door.
The man entered. It was a dark-haired individual, of a tall height and of an advanced age. He redeemed a certain class and looked the picture of elegance, his hair carefully dressed behind.
âHereâs your suit for tonight, sir Elijah.â He said showing it to him. âShould I hang it first in your wardrobe?â he questioned.
He nodded with his eyes. So Nick walked to his masterâs wardrobe and hung the black suit there while Elijah kept handling his Samsung Galaxy 6 intently. Always at the cutting edge of fashion, that Elijah. He had bought it the very same day of its release.
Nick then returned by his side.
âIâll need you to print our flying tickets. Take your time, itâs not urgent. â He told him. âWeâre leaving on Monday.â He informed.
 âVery well, sir Elijah.â The old man nodded. âDo you need anything else?â he asked.
âNo, thank you, Nicholas.â He answered him.
The latter nodded and headed out for the door when Elijahâs life stopped him. âWait.â He asked getting up to go take something on the table across the room. It was a small gift wrapped into a paper-gift. He advanced towards his friend and warlock and handed him the present. âItâs just a small something I brought you from Bulgaria.â He told him.
âThank you, sir Elijah.â Nick bowed and thanked him for the present.
The Mikaelson man lightly shook his head negatively. âYouâre welcome. Itâs nothing.â He said.
âThatâs what you say.â He replied. âAnyway, thank you.â He thanked again.
Elijah nodded, an imperceptible smile on the face, and Nick finally left the room.
Elijah just returned from a trip to Bulgaria indeed, a trip he was supposed to make since October two thousand and four and had kept postponing and postponing until finally his reason urged him to go. The reason why he had been so reluctant to go was all the memories the place held for him. The last time he was there, before his recent trip, was centuries ago; five centuries ago to be more specific. He had met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen âand was sure he would ever see âthere⌠an exquisite beauty. He couldnât even think of Bulgaria without his mind drifting him to her and reminding him of how he had completely unknowingly and utterly fallen for her.
And to think he had almost, just almost, succeeded in getting her out of his mind after five centuries of obsession and living with a feeling of betrayal! But of course, destiny or bad luck or good luck âhowever you want to call it âhad to put her back on his path⌠He remembered their last encounter three years ago in Mystic Falls as if it was yesterday. Part of his deal with the lovely Elena Gilbert, the doppelganger who would enable him to make peace with his brother Klaus and make amends by him, was to get Stefan Salvatore out of the dungeon where he had been trapped while keeping the vampire woman locked away there.
The second he appeared in front of her, her mouth drew open, terrified, her complexion turned livid and her expression, disconcerted.
âElijah.â She managed to get out.
âGood evening, Katerina.â He greeted casually. âThank you for having the good sense to be frightened.â He said his usual stoic expression on his face.
She probably had no idea how difficult it was for him not to gaze at her endlessly and to look away. It was strikingly crazy how much she still affected him despite the centuries that had passed. She definitely didnât look like she was as fit as a fiddle but, he found her beautiful. She was as stunning as he remembered her. She looked more woman, less girl, what made her even more attractive. Her hair was shorter, her complexion, more pale âunderstandable given her current predicament âbut her brown eyes were still as penetrating.
If one had touched his chest at his heartâs emplacement in that moment, they definitely would have been worried by how bad it was racing.
He gathered his mental force and turned to Stefan and spoke. âYour release has been requested.â
The latter turned to Katherine and they exchanged a confused look. He looked back at the Original. âWhat? By who?â he inquired, his brows knit together in incomprehension.
âThe lovely Elena drives a hard bargain.â He elaborated and saw in his peripheral vision Katherineâs face become contorted. âHowever, weâve reached a peaceful agreement⌠she and I.â he informed him. âPleaseâŚâ he stepped aside to leave room for the Salvatore brother. âCome.â He invited.
âI canât.â he stated, sure of the fact.
âYes, you can .Iâve had the spell lifted.â The Original asserted in a certain voice.
The younger Salvatore brother slowly and mistrustfully advanced towards the invisible barrier. As soon as Stefan had crossed the door and Elijahâs attention was on him, the doppelganger took advantage of the instant of inattention to rush with her vampiric speed towards the barrier as well. Unfortunately for the raven-haired woman, Elijah henceforth knew better than to drop his guard as far as she was concerned. She had scarcely made one step that he was already in front of her blocking her.
âAs for you however, you should not exit tillâ I say so.â He compelled her, an impassive expression on his face, and an impenetrable look in his green eyes. âWhen Klaus comes, heâll want to know exactly where you are.â He declared, the statement sounding like a warning.
He moved away from her and she blinked, her eyes recovering from his compulsion.
âYouâre free to go⌠Elena will explain the arrangement to you.â He addressed Stefan, though his eyes never left her. âIf she keeps her word⌠Iâll keep mine.â
And with that, he left the dungeon, not even granting her a last look.
He had put on a real poker face that day, pretended not to care, acted like she was nothing other than the doppelganger and didnât represent more. He had never showed such mental force in his entire existence; he didnât even suspect he could be so strong.
His phoneâs bell brought him back to earth. He picked it up. âEleanoreâ was displayed big and bright on the screen.
âHello?â he answered.
âMorning, Elijah. Itâs Eleanore.â She spoke.
âGood morning, Eleanore.â He greeted back. âHow are you?â he asked.
âIâm fine.â She answered. âBut you know me, my brains works overdrive. Iâm actually working on a new project with a new associate.â She said. âIâm making sure everythingâs ready for the ball⌠Speaking of which, Iâm expecting you at nine oâclock sharp.â She slid.
Elijah chuckled inwardly: this entire monologue just to ensure his presence at her banquet. Couldnât she have just asked plainly?
âDid I say I was attending?â he asked rhetorically.
âYou are coming, Elijah.â She stated absolutely not asking for his approval.
He smiled and a few seconds passed before either spoke again. âIâll see you at nine.â He told her.
âPerfect, see you then.â She concluded.
 He rung his phone off cutting the communication and put it down on the table in front of him. Â
To tell the truth, the reason why Eleanore had insisted so much on Elijahâs presence at the banquet she hosted and the same reason why the latter had finally agreed to go was a woman.
Indeed, Eleanore had a woman she absolutely wanted to present to Elijah. She thought he needed a change, that his life needed something special⌠someone special. She reckoned that he was losing his joy of life, not that he ever really had one. But you see that was the thing: Eleanore knew a woman who had a spectacular joy of life, and she was utterly convinced that said woman and him were perfect for each other.
However, the only woman Elijah could actually see himself happy with was a world away âto not say a lifetime away. Therefore, unless this woman had raven hair, earned the most beautiful smile and was of an outstanding stubbornness, it went without saying that the encounter would be vain.Â
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