My stupid Heart chapter 3
Chapter one and two can be found here: chapters
Please keep in mind that this is my first ever english written fanfiction. English isn’t my native language.
When I woke up again, I felt softness and realized soon that someone had put me onto a bed. Still it felt all not real at all but when Kol shouted “Elijah, your soulmate is finally awake” the reality started to sink in. I was really here in New Orleans, having lost memory of what the hell happened to me, that a witch that Klaus killed without even blinking twice wanted to get me back.
“You don’t need to shout Kol, I’m not deaf but soon she will when you keep shouting on this absurd loud volume” Elijah answered him and showed up right in front of me and letting his eyes take in every inch of my body, which made me uncomfortable but I tried to not let him notice that. “What is your name?” he asked me and his eyes shoot back to my face.
“Ella” I tried to say but my voice just stopped working and the only sound that came out was a whisper, “Great, she has lost her voice, how convenient” Kol commented and looked at me as if I just acted like I could not speak a word. “Kol, I don’t think she acts like her voice is gone” now Klaus joined the conversation and stepped closer. “The bruises on her neck tell a different story but what I would like to know is, why is your blood not working on her?” he asked his brother who had forced me to drink some of his blood before passing out.
“That could be because of the mark or you haven’t gotten enough into her mouth” Kol said and talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. “How would the mark affect his ability to let humans heal? Because one thing for sure, she’s human!” clarified Klaus for me that I luckily was indeed human. “The mark will slow down the healing” now Freya stepped into the room with an old looking book and showing it Elijah. “This mark only shows up when both parts are supernatural, she is not a witch but in some way your soulmate is supernatural” she added and everyone looked at me, who could not speak a word. Just awesome.
“How about we give her pen and paper? Then she can write her answers down” Kol suggested and rolled with his eyes in annoyance because nobody else seemed to have gotten that idea. And I should write down what I would normally say? With my bad handwriting? Joke on Kol then, because I was terrible with my handwriting, a doctor was no competition for me.
“How about we let Elijah alone with his wife? And he can tell us everything we need to know” Freya suggested and I could see how eager Kol and Klaus were to find out more but both left and Freya looked at me, almost as if she was feeling sorry for me. “The mark on your wrist marks you as Wife of my brother, nobody will dare to come near you again, but it is important that you are honest with us, tell Elijah everything you know, what you can remember, so we can eliminate the threat against my family” Freya insisted and left a bloc note with a pen for me to write. Was this really happening? Was I right now living my own fanfiction idea I have gotten by reading imagines? What was going on?
Elijah closed his bedroom door, “I want to clarify a few things, I won’t hurt you, I will not force you to anything that you don’t want but I will ask that you tell me the truth” he told me.
He was in for a hell of ride then.
°I will try my best to explain everything° I wrote on the blog note praying it was readable but apparently it was. So I started what could turn out to be a book.
°My full name is Manuela, I use the short from my name Ella because of personal reasons I would rather not go into detail with. The only thing I can remember before waking up here is waking up in a tomb, leaving the graveyard and then everything is black.
The next thing I will tell you is probably very hard to believe but I do tell the truth° I ended the first part of my explanation, feeling how Elijah positions himself against the end of his bed and read what I wrote. “So you would like to be called Ella?” he asked, which I could only nod since my throat started to hurt a little. I didn’t knew why the healing aspects of the blood didn’t work on me but the next part I would wrote down was the hardest part of all.
How could I tell someone that was sitting right before me, being very real and aesthetical very handsome, that I knew his history because of a TV-Show?
°I don’t know how I came here but I am from the Netherlands, I was walking home from work, going to the bus stop when everything first went black. When I woke up I could not believe where I was because it doesn’t make sense to me to be in New Orleans.
I know that the witches of New Orleans want to take the Original Family down and I think they have something to do with me being here. They could use the knowledge I have to hurt your family. Because were I am from, there is a TV-Show called the Originals, that centered around the first Vampires in the history of supernatural beings. I liked to watch the show before they ended it.
I don’t know what the mark means, I only can say that I cannot remember anything before waking up here° I wrote and had to stop for a moment because my hand started to hurt, which was common for me, since I rather typed on my laptop then write it down by hand.
Elijah looked at my hand movements with concern, he didn’t even know me but he was worried. What kind of men would do that? No men I would know, well besides my father who is not existing in my life I didn’t knew many men.
°It must sound crazy but I have no way of proofing what I wrote is true. I can only sum up things I know from the show. When you first came back to New Orleans, you met a with a witch, Sophie Deveraux she got later on killed. Klaus daggered you as peace offering for Marcel only to gain Power back over the French Quarter. You have a niece, witches are after her because of her parents, she got named Hope because she is Hope for your brother° I stopped because my hand just got to painful.
I read what she wrote, what she wrote sounded so crazy and yet she knew things, nobody could have told her, only Niklaus, Davina, Marcel and I knew about Klaus attempt to lure himself back into the French Quarter, I could tell from her writing that she wasn’t used to write by hand anymore. Still she got a beautiful handwriting and the mark showed that she must be the soulmate everyone had, but by Supernatural beings it became visible after the first touch.
I didn’t remember seeing her before but that was not surprising, when the witches captured her, most likely hide her with a cloaking spell. But why did they put her here? Why abducting someone from their own world to put her here?
“You can take a shower if you like, I will fetch some clothes for you to wear” I told her and she looked at me as if I just told her I would kill her right on the Spot.
“I will not harm you, I am a men of my word as you must know” I reinsured her that I would harm her and she replied with the blog note °I can know as much as I want, the reality is different°
That was true but still I had the strong feeling to wanting to protect her, even when the bruises around her neck started to fade, which meant the blood still worked and would heal her wounds.
She got up and now I could see that she was almost the same height as me, “I will be back soon, take as much time as you need” I offered her my bathroom and left my room. I could not comprehend it, she was marked as my soulmate and it made her automatically my wife.
Outside of my room my dear brother Niklaus waited and before I even could say anything, he asked “What has she told you?” and I decided to not tell him about what she told me. It was too much to actually understand at this point. “She’s not from here, she lives in the Netherlands and cannot remember anything besides waking up in a tomb and then here” I told him a few things but leaving out what she told me about what she knew about this family.
“And she takes a shower” Niklaus said and followed me to get some clothes for her, which my sister Freya already took care of. “Don’t try to harm her Nik” she warned him and with that there followed a little bit of history lesson. The mark was old, very old, even older than we were, the mark not only marked two people as pair but also created a bond. What that bond was, it was different for ever pair and the last pair that was ever written down was from over 500 years ago.
“Meaning she won’t ever be able to return to her family” was the conclusion, back then I didn’t knew what I would learn about the woman that was somehow brought here from a different world, different country and with a mark on her wrist.
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