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Reds, oranges, and yellows surrounded me as I struggled to catch my breath. Smoke invaded my bedroom like a flowing river of black cloud. I scrambled helplessly onto my bed, knocking over my lamp on my bedside table over. What happened? Where is mum? Dad? Oh God, I hope they got out okay. I knew there was a fire. But what had caused it? Questions overpowered my brain, causing me to shake my head vigorously. Now was not the time to wonder about what happened, it was the time to find a way out.
I screamed for my parents, hoping they would hear me, but in return all I got was silence. An eerie silence that scared me. No. Please don't. Crackles of fire pierced my room. My door was thrown across to the other side of my room from the force of the fire. I screamed in horror. I was going to die. Sobs racked my body as the heat pushed at me. Coughing, I dragged my quilt over my head in an attempt of getting away from the chemicals in the smoke.
As I laid there, darkness slowly danced around in my vision. I wanted to find my parents. Maybe...maybe there was a slim chance that they got out in time. What if they escaped? Even if they did, why did they leave me? Did I do something wrong? I shook my head, they couldn't have left me here, they knew I was in my room. Nope they couldn't have left me here, I was their only child. I needed them. Somewhere deep down I wanted it to be true that they were alive. I knew my parents were gone, taken away from me, but I didn't want it to be true. Why? Why were taken away from me? I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.
As more smoke and fire entered my room, I knew this was the end. This was the final moments of my life. I closed my eyes, hoping this was some stupid nightmare that I was going to wake up from. I welcomed the darkness.
However, something grabbed me. I struggled. I wanted to be with my family. I felt myself enclosed in a pair of masculine strong arms. These arms were familiar. They are the same arms that provided safety and security.
His scent wafted into my nose. Expensive cologne and earth. My two favourite smells. His scent and the closeness of his body made me feel safer. I snuggled deeper into his chest. He was always there to provide the comfort I needed.
He was back. That was all I could think about at the moment. He came back to me. I have missed him, I haven't seen him since a month ago.
"Elijah," I whispered softly to myself as I was pulled into a deep sleep.
0o0o-x-o0o0
I blinked rapidly as I found myself covered in cold sweat. Rubbing a hand over my face, I tried to calm my heart rate. This was why I didn't like sleeping. The reoccurring memories of that night haunted me. I looked around the room. I grabbed my phone. Pressing the unlock, the light blinded me. Damn, I need to turn down the brightness, I thought to myself. '6:55' appeared on my screen.
Shrugging to myself, I headed across the bathroom to get ready for the morning. Taking a shower always seems to relax. Making sure that I tuned on the hot, I stripped off my pyjamas. I shivered as the cold air hit my naked body.
I stepped into the shower and proceeded to wash myself. I applied my coconut shampoo and conditioner, scrubbing really hard. After this, I applied my berry blast shower gel and smiled when a bubble hit my nose.
When the cold water disrupted my relaxation, I stepped outside of the shower and turned it off. I wrapped my black fluffy towel around me. I tied my hair in a bun, this would definitely make my hair curly just like I liked it.
I padded back into my bedroom, glad that no one was up. I changed my towel for my clothes; black skinny jeans, my Fall Out Boy band shirt, and my black converses. I walked over to my dresser and placed my gold angel wing necklace, silver heart ring, and my black stud earrings.
When I deemed myself presentable, I made my way down the stairs. As I walked down the stairs I remind myself that I need to have breakfast. I have a tendency to skip breakfast.
Looking through the kitchen, I found Elena getting her breakfast. I stared over to the clock and found that it was '7:30'. Hmm. I walked to her side and grabbed the cereal. In return, I was given a mock glare. I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Looking forward to this year at school," she asked softly. I shrugged. I wasn't that keen on meeting new people. I was known to be shy especially around people I don't know. However, I wasn't shy around my best friend, Eliza from England. I also wasn't shy around Elena's friends. My shyness only began when I was 12 years old.
Now wasn't the time, I thought shaking my head.
"I guess. It's a new start. I need it after what happened." Elena looked away knowing what I was talking about. She hadn't known my parents much, but it was still her family. She knew what it was like to loose her parents.
There was a short pause. I hated speaking about that day. It still causes me nightmares. It hurts so much loosing family I loved. I was quite glad that I still had Jeremy and Elena. Although it would have been better if my Aunt Jenna wasn't killed.
"I know," I murmured.
"Elena?" A masculine voice cut through the house. Ah. That would be my cousin's supposed step dad. Elena had explained some of the drama from her life. To be honest, I didn't know she was adopted. I was never told.
"Yeah. I'm in the kitchen."
Footsteps echoed through the hallway and a surprised, "hello" travelled to my ears. I turned around and smiled slightly as I stared into the eyes of my cousin's step dad.
"Hi," I smiled slightly, like I said I was shy.
"Alaric, this is my cousin, Ashlie. Ashlie, this is Alaric, my step dad." He walked closer. I waved. I'm not good at communicating with other people.
"Hello Ashlie. Nice to finally meet you. Elena has told me so much about you." I blushed. I wasn't good in the spotlight. I hated being the center of attention.
"Same." I smiled a half-smile. At least I was talking to him. Usually I would ignore people who try to make a conversation, but he was family.
I swept through the kitchen, preparing my breakfast. Grabbing a bowl, spoon and the milk, I walked back to the counter. I ate slowly trying to enjoy my breakfast.
Alaric and Elena were constantly staring at me; Alaric was curious about me and Elena was cautious about my being. Of course Elena was cautious. I could breakdown at any moment. I have a lost a lot of family so it would only be a matter of time till I breakdown. Thinking of the deaths brought me back to the funeral of my aunt and uncle; Elena's and Jeremy's parents.
0O0o-Flashback-o0o0
I shivered from the cold air as I tried to snuggle deeper into my coat, stopping the heat from disappearing. I sat down in the front row with my cousins and Aunt Jenna along with my parents.
Tears streamed down my face, I reached across and held Elena's hand tightly.
Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. The ceremony was beautiful but I couldn't see the scenery. My eyes were blurry from the endless amount of tears. The ceremony came to an end. Soon everyone started to escape from the sadden atmosphere.
There was only a handful of people left. Elena, Jeremy and I slowly treaded across the ground. My eyes was still burning from tears as they descended down my face like a waterfall.
The group gathered around the grave to finally say goodbye. I was lost in my own little world, when I felt like I was being watched. I gradually looked around me, someone was standing outside the fence of the cemetery. As I squinted my eyes to get a closer look. The figure appeared to be a male. A very handsome male. He was wearing a black suite which looked quite sexy.
No! You don't know who it is!
Who was he? I cocked my head to the side as I tried to remember anyone who looked like this. Nope. Nothing.
However in the time to take to blink, he was gone. How the-
I was pulled away from thoughts as I felt a tug on my hand as Elena pulled me along with her.
We arrived at the house. I went straight the guess room. I didn't feel like talking to anyone.
0O0o-End of Flashback-o0o0
I sighed as I thought about that day. That day was the day that I met the love of my life.
Elijah Mikaelson. An original vampire.