ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Past Catching Up.
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Word count: 1.2K
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The French Quarter was brimming with people, the streets buzzing all around. There were tourists in every nook and cranny of the city. Many sounds danced in the air, from wheeling bicycles to chattering. Jardin Gris Voodoo Shop was having a busy day, which was proved by the long amount of time you had spent inside.
These people didn't know in what kind of city they had stumbled in, but they didn't seem to mind.
Your hold on the small bag filled with herbs you had bought for Freya tightened impulsively as a little kid passed by you in a blur of a moment, ducking just in time not to trample you over with his bike. You sighed, glancing over your shoulder after him. There really was no point in lecturing the kid.
Your gaze fell in the direction of your walk again, being free of obstacles for what looked like 3 seconds. You felt yourself stumble against something hard, and instinctively you held onto the mystery for support. It takes you a moment to compose yourself and figure out the right excuse.
"Are you okay?" the man asks smoothly, still holding your shoulders in a vise grip.
You stepped out of that very same hold and looked up. He saw the shock register on your face before you could even attempt to hide it. Just like a year ago, a small smile played on his lips. Always in a way that made someone think he knows something they don't.
He reminded you of Klaus now that you thought of it. He was much like Kol too, yet very…no.
Yet entirely different from the sophisticated man you loved. Elijah Mikaelson was one of a kind after all.
"What are doing here Levi?" You asked him quickly. Your eyes fell on the surrounding vampires, those sent by Elijah to keep an eye out on you. There was not a doubt in your mind that one of them had already left to fetch him.
Even though Levi crushed your whole being when he broke up with you, erasing your feelings for him forever – a part of you refused to see the man with whom you shared many memories suffer great pain at the hands of Elijah.
You are a different woman now. An entirely different one; the last of your human beliefs had disappeared months ago when you were introduced to the supernatural world.
"Came to see you, of course," he drawled, lips twitching into a magnified smirk.
"Well, you wasted your time," you told him with a frown. "I want nothing to do with you."
Attempting to walk around his muscled body was of no avail as his hand grasped your wrist in which you were holding the herbs.
Levi took noticed and smiled, "You were never into gardening. What changed?"
You glared at him, wanting now more than ever to tell him you were delivering the herbs to the oldest witch on the planet. "They're not mine."
"Do you want to go get a drink? We should catch up," he proposed and you hated the way his smile grew by a mile. "There's a jazz bar here. St. James Infirmary am I right? Do you know where it is?"
"I've been living here for the last year Levi," You growled. "Of course, I know where it is."
And you did wish to take him there more than anything. You wanted to take him to the long-standing establishment of New Orleans, that has served as neutral territory between the supernatural factions of the city for decades. Fixing someone a drink using Levi should be easy as no vampire dared to touch you due to being Elijah's love.
"Great!" Levi said, his white teeth gracing you under the sun. "Then let's go."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
How he managed to act like nothing bad ever happened between you two was puzzling, to say the least. While you had your wounds reopened with his sudden appearance, he seemed everything but wounded.
"Is there a problem here?"
You were never gladder to see Elijah's Armani suit as you were right then at that moment. You nodded your head eagerly and attempted to free your wrist. By now you had caught the attention of several locals and tourists in passing.
"He won't leave me alone." You gritted out, pulling your wrist again. "Levi let me go!"
It took a great amount of self-control for Elijah to keep his vampirism at bay. The look in your face was enough to pull at his heart that wanted nothing more than to protect you and have you in his arms.
"Can I suggest you listen to her and take a step back?" He asked him calmly, the tone of his voice stoic.
"Why should I do that? Y/N and I go way back, right love?"
Elijah's eyes visibly darkened, the veins of his vampire part threatening to surface. The younger man didn't know what he was dealing with, and as much as it pleased you to be in possession of that particular fact, you didn't want to your garbage-like ex of a boyfriend to be the reason behind Elijah's control loss of self-control.
Levi let you go, raising his hands in mock-surrender. Eventually he did stagger away, acting in a way that made it seem like the rejection didn't hurt or that the cold stare didn't put him into submission.
Elijah pulled you to him, grasping the side of your face with his hand while inspecting your wrist with the other.
Glad that he was there to intimidate your ex-boyfriend, you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips as a thank-you.
Although your brows came together very soon.
It's not over yet.
"Stay there," You pointed to Elijah before turning around. The Original vampire didn't attempt to stop you as the noble man in him had full trust in you like always. It was one of the many things you adored about him.
"I knew you were-"
You placed your hand lightly on Levi's shoulder, halting him in his steps and turning him around to face you – beaming.
Slap!
When it came to physically and verbally attacking someone, in your case, background always mattered.
Did they deserve it? What was it in for you?
Yes, and everything.
It sure felt good when your hand met his cheek. No. It felt more than good.
Amazingly satisfying aren't even the right words.
"Leave me the hell alone." You said in his face. "Unless you want my boyfriend to break your body like a twig."
Levi didn't have a clue how serious that threat was.
With a determined look you stalked back to Elijah. "Do you want me to wipe his memory?"
You eventually came to a decision and nodded. "Wipe it clean."
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"Brother dearest!" Klaus' voice boomed when you and Elijah crossed the entry of the Mikaelson home, hand in hand. "I got a whiff of your encounter with Y/N's past lover. I've got to admit… You handled yourself very well back there."
"Why thank you, Niklaus." Elijah said monotonely.
"How melodramatic." Klaus mused. "Am I right?"
"Yes," You agreed. "I slapped him."
Klaus grinned, "So I've heard."
Ignoring Klaus became your expertise. Shrinking his voice into the background seemed way too easy as you leaned toward Elijah.
He placed his hands on your hips, your breathing mingling together.
"I've got to find Freya."
"She's in the drawing room." He whispered, having picked up where his sister was with his hearing.
Understanding dawned his eyes, "We can't change our past, so we live together in the present, and we fight the past off together when it comes knocking at our doors."
"Thank you for…you know. Not freaking out."
"Were you always this wise?"
"No," He replied with a chuckle. "That's the millennium rubbing off me."
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