Summary: Well, picture this- A girl in her early twenties. She isn't a salvatore sister or a gilbert cousin. She hasn't been in any fires. Her parents haven't been killed by a vampire. She doesn't have a mystical bloodline. She is SO not out looking for revenge and there have been no tragedies in her life. In short, there's nothing bloody TVD about her. And yet, our dear Elijah finds it in himself to get over his petrova fetish and go out with this seemingly normal girl. Let's see how THAT goes, shall we?

A/N: So, hello! I know i am crazy for posting this story when my other stories are just lying there on the cold floor pretending to be dead but i just had to. I couldn't get this idea out of my head and i just HAD to put it into words and i just HAD to post it. You know?! Want cookie?


Elijah walked into the diner carrying the bloody suit on his arms, trying to shield the blood stains on his crisp white shirt from the prying eyes of the blonde waitress who could not take her eyes off of him.

He had let himself go free. After all the chaos that seemed to surround him, he needed the thrill of kill. Because that was the only time he felt any peace. He was moral, yes. But he was one of the original, the deadliest of the predatory species. And at the end of the day, one cannot run far away from what they truly are. Elijah couldn't either. He was a predator, a killer, a monster.

He had killed a human boy, no more than age of 20, with his bare hands. He fed from the boy until he was on the brink of his death and just when the boy was about to pass out, Elijah looked into the boy's eyes and snapped his neck. The boy's body fell limp in Elijah's arms and it felt good. That eerie feeling of death surrounding him, felt really good. It lasted for a moment and then his humanity started pounding inside of him. The guilt, of taking a life albeit innocent or not, scratched his insides.

He was old, very old. And yet, every time he killed a human, the guilt always came. Over the years, it had become easy- tolerating the guilt. But often he would find himself wishing to turn the switch off. In thousand years, he had not once switched his humanity off. Even when he so desperately wanted to, he couldn't.

He had always been moral and it was just too much tiring. The constant conflict that went inside him, the need to kill and the morals that denied him the right to be a vampire. A true vampire.

Yes, he felt guilt. But he wasn't Stefan. He never tortured himself with it. Truth be told, after so many years, he wasn't sure if his moral compass was working anymore.

Elijah swiftly made his way to the washroom of the diner trying to be as discreet of his bloodied clothes as possible. The last thing he wanted was some nosy waitress calling the cops on him. Not that the police bothered him much, he was just not in the mood to deal with the annoying excuse of policemen in this country.

He entered the washroom and walked straight to the big sink switching the tap on. He first started washing his suit. It might seem silly to others but Elijah liked his suits. 'Care' would be putting it a little too scandalously but he really liked his suits. So he rinsed the suit vigorously until blood stopped coming out of it.

Next, he took of his white shirt and started washing it in the sink. He was still getting the blood out of his shirt when the door swung open and a girl in her early twenties all but ran inside. The girl was carrying two large tissues and was pressing one below her nose. She looked up in the mirror and saw Elijah staring at her in the mirror. She then noticed the half naked situation Elijah was in and tried her best to not stare at his Greek god figure.

They both stared at each other in the mirror for what seemed like an hour until Elijah broke the silence,

"You need to use the sink?" He asked politely.

"Yes. No. I mean I had to but not anymore. You can finish off and I'll use it after. I just had a nosebleed but it seems to have stopped." She replied inspecting her tissue for any more blood.

"Oh" was all that Elijah could think of.

The girl wasn't extraordinarily beautiful. She was nothing compared to the Petrovas. And yet, Elijah couldn't stop himself from staring at her. She was a different kind of beautiful. Her hair was deep black that was tied in a high ponytail. There were bangs framing her entire face and her eyes were so black, it reminded him of the demons he had read in the books. She had an olive complexion and her lips were pale pink. No hint of makeup.

She was wearing denim overall shorts with a dark blue singlet underneath. She was tall and those shorts really highlighted her long toned legs. Her form was slender but not skinny. She did have curves in all the right places.

He realized he had been checking her out quite non discreetly and she had her eyebrows raised in question so he looked down and started cleaning his shirt again.

Now it was his turn. The girl was really appreciating his half naked stature. He could feel the girl's eyes on him all the time he was looking down. He couldn't help but smile at the clear appreciation this girl showed for his… structure.

When he was done, he decided not to put on the wet shirt and let it dry for a few minutes underneath the hand dryer machine. He stepped aside, so that the girl could tend to her business.

"Whoa! Did you dip your clothes in ketchup or what?" The girl chuckled as she saw the outlines of red colouring on his shirt. Apparently his shirt wasn't as clean as he thought.

"Something like that." Elijah replied cryptically with a short smile.

"I am Kayra, by the way." The girl talked to Elijah through the mirror. She was wiping her nose and lips with a wet tissue.

"Elijah." He replied with a short nod.

Kayra was done in less than a minute. She wiped her face, checked her hair, all the while discreetly noticing Elijah staring at her.

"Do you need any help?" Kayra asked after she was done.

"Yes, actually. If you don't mind, could you hold the suit jacket up so the dryer could dry it too?" Elijah asked politely.

He didn't need her help, he just acted on his instinct and his instinct wanted him to not let this girl go.

"Sure," Kayra replied with a smile.

"So, what are you doing in a diner like this? I mean, judging from the suit…" Kayra asked hesitantly.

"I was on my way to Manhattan. Stopped for a meal and this happened," Elijah replied gesturing towards his clothes.

"What about you?" Elijah asked Kayra, changing the sides of his shirt.

"I was supposed to be on a blind date. Some guy my friend set me up with. He texted me this address. I came and waited, he never showed. Or he did, saw me and left." Kayra replied shrugging at the last part. She didn't seem that bothered of being stood up.

"Believe me, he wouldn't have left if he did see you." Elijah replied in a serious tone.

If anyone else had said it, Kayra would have called him a flirt on his face but, Elijah, in his half naked chiselled chest Greek god glory and his serious tone, it made her heart flutter and cheeks redden. She believed he actually meant what he said.

Elijah saw her cheeks blush and that thumping of her heartbeat quicken, something pulled at his dead heartstrings and he smiled again.

"So, what do you do Miss Kayra?"

"I work in the IT industry. The nerd job." Kayra replied with a grin. "How about you? I bet you're some kind of a big entrepreneur or trader."

"No, I am actually a Historian."

"Wow. You certainly don't look the type." Kayra replied giving him a once over unintentionally. Elijah raised his eyebrows to that with a smirk playing on his lips.

Kayra's once over stopped at Elijah's smug face and her cheeks reddened again in realization.

"I meant… um…" Kayra stuttered and the smirk on Elijah's face grew bigger.

"You meant…" Elijah spoke with an amused expression on his face.

Kayra huffed and smiled along with him.

"Well, I have always been fascinated by history." Kayra spoke with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

"You have?" Elijah asked with interest.

"Yes. I took History in college but dropped it because it was just too much research and I didn't have half the knowledge. Plus, my history professor was a big ball of wet fur." Elijah was keenly watching Kayra. This girl had a lot of expressions. One moment she was rolling her eyes, the next she was shaking her head and twitching the sides of her mouth up and down.

"A big ball of wet fur?" Elijah asked curious.

"Yeah, too boring. History is supposed to be fun. I should be amazed by it. He made it just about the facts. Not the stories. He was a walking sleeping pill, to be honest." Kayra told him seriously but Elijah chucked at the sleeping pill comment.

Kayra stared at his chest mesmerized as it rumbled up and down due to his low chuckling.

Elijah was acting very much unlike himself. He didn't know why he was having a conversation half naked with a girl he had just met in the washroom of a dingy diner. Normally he didn't interact with humans unless absolutely needed. He never really interacts with anyone without any work. And yet, here he was laughing and chatting up with a girl clearly too young for him to have an intellectual conversation with. She was immature, it went without saying. But Elijah couldn't stop himself. He didn't want her to stop talking.

"I believe history is a part of us. Doesn't matter if we were a part of it or not. Doesn't matter if the events took place thousands of miles apart or hundreds of years before us. It somehow, affected our current being." Kayra added as an afterthought.

Elijah was amazed at her take on history. He himself had been a part of this world's history. A sudden urge to tell her all about he had seen, experienced- the wars he fought, the empires he saw being destroyed, the art, the revolution, he wanted to see her amazed. The glint of excitement he saw in her eyes when she talked about history, he wanted to see it again.

"I am a Historian. And I'd like to believe I am not a big ball of wet fur. I can teach you?" Elijah was not sure whether he wanted to be her teacher or not. So he said the last part with a confused expression on his face.

"Teach me? No! But sure, we can meet up and you can tell me all about the fascinating history that you know of." Kayra replied grinning.

Elijah smiled again, "It'd be a pleasure,"

Kayra exchanged their cell phone numbers and left as Elijah started buttoning up his half dry, half wet shirt.

As he was about to leave the diner, his phone started ringing. Upon hearing the first ring, he found himself hoping that it'd be Kayra and he wanted to punch himself for thinking like a sick puppy. The screen flashed the name "Rebekah" and he picked up ready to hear about another one of Mystic Falls problems. That town could not catch a break.

"Hello sister,"

"Big brother!" Klaus' voice came from the phone.

"Niklaus,"

"Wazzz up Lijah?" Kol's drunken voice came from the background and Elijah relaxed a little. Atleast they weren't in a fight.

"We are at a bar and Kol wants to kill Damon Salvatore." Klaus spoke from the phone.

"And what I am supposed to do about that?" Elijah asked calmly.

"Give me that phone…." Elijah could hear Rebekah yell from beside Klaus.

"Lijah, Nik is afraid that if Kol kills Damon, his one in a million chance of courting Caroline will be gone." Rebekah spoke in a hurry as Klaus snatched the phone away from her.

"And our dear sister is afraid that the footballer wouldn't spare the two minutes he does on her everyday if Kol kills Damon." Klaus spoke again and Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose.

In an hour, he had killed a boy, felt terribly guilty about it, met a girl, been fascinated by her and now he was about to solve another one of his dysfunctional family's problems. To say that his days were interesting would be an understatement.

"Give Kol the phone," Elijah spoke into phone. Ready to convince a drunken Kol not to kill Damon. Which was a hell lot of difficult over the phone- because you couldn't snap the bloody lunatic's neck through the phone.


A/N: SO! What do you think? Continue? Or not? Or just go sit in a corner and die? Let me know in a review/PM. :)

Oh and btw, this story's going to be a total cheeseball. Fluffy and entertaining and tasty and fun! No big dramas or extreme dangerous situations. The only torture this story is going to have is Elijah playing videogames with Kol and Kayra. Yep! It's going to be THAT kinda fic. :)