I stepped off the plane and took in my surroundings. What a beautiful place New Orleans was, I breathed in and took in the intoxicating smells of Jambalaya, coffee and various seafood's. I was gonna like it here. I walked into the airport and headed to baggage claim. I stood there for ten minutes before the belt started to move, bringing in all the suitcases from the New York flight I'd just been on. Eventually I saw mine, I pulled it off the belt and pulled the handle up, and dragged it on it's wheels, out into the New Orleans streets. I headed west, towards the apartment I'd rented. Everyone was hanging decorations and setting up party stuff, looks like a festival was upon us. As I was admiring the decorations when I felt my body collide with something hard. "Oof!" was forced out of my mouth as I fell to the ground.
"My goodness, are you okay?" said a masculine voice and I rubbed my head.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. A hand was out stretched in my direction. I ignored it and stood up on my own. I finally looked up at the person that that hand belonged too and he was beautiful.
"I see, a woman of independence. I admire that." He smiled, although his eyes looked shocked for a millisecond when our eyes met.
"Gentlemen are hard to find, I appreciate a gentleman. I just prefer my independence." I smiled.
"Well, I can't argue with that. It was nice to meet you...uh?" He smiled.
"Ember. Ember Hilard." I held my hand out, as if to shake his.
"Ember, what an interesting name. I'm Elijah." He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he kissed it. A dying custom.
"Speaking of interesting names. Well, Elijah the gentleman, it was nice to meet you too, even if it was because I walked into you." I smiled again and walked around him, pulling my suitcase with me and heading to my apartment, I didn't look back. I was from New York, gorgeous men were I dime a dozen there. Too me he didn't seem like any one special, the Gentleman aspect, for all I knew, was a way to pick up unsuspecting women.
He stormed into the house. Not caring if his siblings were sleeping. "Elijah! Why are you making so much noise?" Rebekah complained.
"She's looks just like her!" He yelled.
"Who? What?" Rebekah was confused by her brothers sudden outburst.
"A girl who's just come into town. She walked right into me and fell over. I thought she was just a clumsy little thing. But when she stood up, I saw her." He willed Rebekah to understand.
"Saw who, Elijah?" Rebekah asked, trying to calm her brother down.
"My wife." Even saying it outloud, Elijah knew it was ludacris. She'd been dead for two centuries.
"She's dead." Rebekah had pity in her eyes.
"Yes, I know, but this girl. She could be her twin." His hands went to his eyes. He rubbed them for a second.
"So, you're saying that another Katherine/Elena situation is happening?" Rebekah asked, sounding bored.
"No, I doubt that. Her eyes are different, Lana had enchanting green eyes when she was alive. Ember, the girl, has Blue eyes. Equally as bright, though. I must say." Elijah had sat on a chair by this point. Pondering this new information.