Duchess Mikaelson

by GothGirl1996

If Klaus is a king, Hayley must be a queen, Hope a princess, Marcel a Prince, Rebekah a baroness and Elijah a duke- any woman connected with Elijah must be a duchess. Introducing a witch more powerful that Esther who has a particular Original wrapped around her finger- Teresa Mae "Tess" Mikaelson, Elijah's wife. THIS IS THEIR STORY. AU- Hope remained with them as did Rebekah.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Love at first sight.

10th century mystic falls.

She ran. Elijah chased, catching her around the waist. She giggled and he laughed, so his chest rumbled against her back.

"Marry me?"

"No,Elijah. I can't, not yet, you know that." She replied and Elijah growled. She turned in his arms so he could see her face. An attractive sun kissed woman, with thick auburn hair and deep hazel eyes. They had been childhood friends, he and Teresa, whom he had always called Tess. Now at the age where marriage was to be thought of, Elijah was determined to marry Tess, she was the only woman for him and no one would change that.

They walked back towards the village, hand in hand in the way old friends do. Elijah pulled her close to shelter her from the rain and the cold which had descended as they entered the winter months, and she flinched. Elijah stopped and rolled up her sleeve, not paying attention to her protests- black and blue rings circled her forearm- as if she had been grasped tightly by someone's hand.

He flashed her a look and she scowled. "Don't, Elijah."

"Who hurt you, Tess?"

She mumbled and he looked at her so she repeated. "Niklaus."

Elijah glared and took her by the hand and stalked off to confront his brother. Tess pulled on his hand and made him stop. She stood before him, her hands on his chest. "Elijah don't, don't fight him."

"He hurt you, Tess. I will not stand for it. I cannot let it stand." Elijah argued back.

"Please, don't fight him, Elijah. He would only kill you. Please, let it alone." Tess said simply. "He didn't mean to hurt me. I didn't want to talk with him and he grasped my arm too tight, he doesn't know his own strength."

Elijah sighed and then laid his forehead against hers. "Alright, I'll let it alone, just this once. Next time he's dead." He hugged her to him, her arms leaving his chest to wrap around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Elijah." Tess replied looking up at him. He lowered his head to hers and tenderly brushed his lips against hers.

Miles apart the pair awoke in separate beds. Both breathed heavily and rose from their slumbers to move to the windows in their rooms.

"Come back to me." The pair whispered in unison, Elijah in New Orleans and Teresa, in Paris.