Chapter 1
The day was beautiful, the sun was shining. Elijah knew today would be a good day. Little did he know the events that were about to unfold would change his immortal life forever.
Elijah strolled through the deserted streets. Imagining what his life could have been like if he didn't constantly have to clean up Niklaus' messes. That was when he heard it. A faint sound in the distance that even with this Original Vampire hearing he struggled to make out. Curious as to what this sound could be he sped in the direction of the sound. He stopped to listen again. It was becoming clearer.
"Help"
Something inside Elijah pushed him to save this person in need. There, the corner house, set off from the rest of the houses on the road.
Louder now yet still faint, "help".
Rushing to the door, the urge burning inside him to deliver aid to this stranger stronger than ever. Listening harder for waht was inside the house he heard a faint heart beat faiding slowly along with an overwellming smell of blood. Pushing open the door he saw her, the source of the sound. A young woman spried out on the living room floor soaked in blood.
"Help"
"Invite me in. Invite me in and I will help you." Begged Elijah from the threshhold of the door. He needed to get in and help.
"Come in,"
"Elijah"
"Come in, Elijah."
Rushing to her side he noticed the many stab wounds across the woman's chest and stomach. She was faiding fast. Her heartbeat slowing, almost to a complete stop. Biting into his wrist, about to feed her his blood, she muttered one last word with her last breath before Elijah heard her heart stop…
"Ethan"
He tried to feed her his blood and heal her but he was too late.
Holding her in his arms, upset that he was too late to save her. Wondering why with her dying breath she would say a name. Ethan. The name of her killer, her lover, or maybe she was simply trying to say his name. Elijah got up, ready to leave when he heard yet another faint sound… another heartbeat. Faint but still there. Coming from the woman lying dead on the ground. The woman he failed to save.
Again, a heartbeat, but not hers. It was coming from her stomach. Suddenly realising what it was he dug his hands into her swollen stomach. Pulling the source of the heartbeat from the stranger's body.
Looking down at the small human now in his arms. Hoping and listening for another heartbeat, he cradled the little one against his chest. Then sudden wimper and cry came from the bundle in his arms.
The baby boy in his arms was alive.
Swaying from side to side trying to sooth the little one, he quieted down and opened his eyes. Brown eyes met deep blue and Elijah understood why he was drawn to this house in the early hours of the morning.
The little boy in his arms.
Ethan.