OC- Abigail Mikaelson- nee Davidson - Elijah's Wife who was 2 years younger than Elijah when they married when she was 17.

- David Mikaelson (Eldest) turned aged 15

- Kenna Mikaelson. (Daughter). Turned aged 13

-Zachary Mikaelson. (Youngest)- turned aged 11

Chapter 1

Elijah's Dream

Elijah found himself walking through the village at dusk just as Mystic Falls had looked when his family had first lived there in the 10th Century. A young woman with long brunette hair, pale skin, a tall and willowy figure and wearing a long blue dress which fell to her ankles and had long draping sleeves stood up ahead of him, her back to him.

Elijah found himself smiling to himself as he walked up behind her where she was looking out over the river, watching the moonlight dance upon the still water. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, breathing in the sweet, ambrosia scent of her tresses. Se half turned to him, and smiled at him, her emerald green eyes meeting his.

"Hello, my love." She whispered, her hand cupping his cheek, her sleeves slipping down her arms to settle at her elbows. Elijah kissed her shoulder and rested his hands on her stomach which was flat. He sighed. "What is it?"

"I want to watch you grow big with my child, Abigail. I love you more than anything in this world."

"I love you too, Elijah." She smiled as she turned completely into his embrace, her arms slipping around his shoulders.

"Marry me?" Elijah asked, slipping down her body and out of her embrace to one knee, his hands holding hers.

"Yes, Elijah. I'll marry you." Abigail smiled and Elijah rose to his feet once more and picked up Abigail, spinning her around so her hair and his own long locks flew out behind them. Abigail giggled and Elijah laughed.

Elijah jerked awake and sat bolt upright, letting his bed sheets slip from around his chest to reveal his bare chest, she ended lightly with sweat. He was dreaming of her again. A woman he had not dreamed of for many years, so many in fact that there were too many to count. He ran a hand down his face, his wedding ring smoothing down his cheek, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He thought of her and of their three children who he had lost so long ago.

He sighed and whispered into the dark room around him. "I'm sorry, Abby. So sorry. I love you. Always and forever."