aesthetic for one way or another on archiveofourown
“Elena?” Rebekah asks. It could be a mistake, and there’s silence on the other end, her finger hovering over the red button to end the call. She’s made no real secret of her quiet dinners with Elijah, but there’s a steakhouse she’s been eyeing, but the words that come out pull her up short. It sounds like Elena is out of breath. “I’m almost over, just a few more things and I’ll be packed,” Elena says, her voice almost even. Elijah raises an eyebrow. “Are you in trouble?” Rebekah asks. “Yes, I’ll be over in a few minutes,” Elena sounds close to cheery, but something is off, it sounds more like she’s talking to a barista than actually listening to Rebekah, and she can hear the zip of a bag. There’s only one good reason Elena could be acting this way. “Do you think someone might be listening to you?” At this, Elijah stills out of the corner of her eye. “Yes.”
Elena has a stalker. And they'll do anything to get to her. One way or another.
