A/N: Hii, I've been missing writing romance stories that involves the Originals and since there isn't that many Elijah/OC stories, then I thought I would make one *drools of a pic of Daniel Gillies* and besides - Elijah deserves some love! xD

So here is my story and the title is the English translation of the French song "Dors Mon Ange" by Maeva Méline (yup, the character is named after her) :D

Rated M for violence, lime scenes, and language

Disclaimer: (Sadly) I do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of its characters, but I do own those that aren't in the books or show ;)

Enjoy!

xoxo Ascha

Vampire Diaries - Sleep My Angel

Prologue:

Belgium, 1542

The guests were already starting to arrive much to my dismay and I quickly noticed that it was mostly men, which could only mean one thing. Father had broken his promise and used the celebration of my 20th birthday as a disguise of his mission of finding me a husband at last. I was not surprised that he would go ahead yet another promise, because breaking promises were what he was great at.

However, I was bent on having a joyful 20th birthday, so I did not let the lack of female guests keep me from getting what I wanted tonight. I didn't walk downstairs yet, though, but sat down at my window and looked down towards the crowd of strapping young and old gentlemen, who seized each other up as they were waiting to be let inside Château Belacqua.

"Lady Maeva, your father wishes to talk with you in his parlor," Alice said as she entered my bedroom with my newly polished high heeled shoes. She helped me put them on, but stopped me before I left to see my father. "Happy birthday, Maeva. May you live for another 20 years."

I smiled and hugged my dear friend and maid, who had taken care of me ever since my mother passed away. She had always been there for me and used to tell me how much of a daughter I was to her. I thanked her once again and walked calmly in my new and beautiful cream colored dress to my father's parlor. I could hear the sound of a familiar young man's voice inside the parlor and groaned quietly, because I knew who the voice belonged to.

The posh Duke Aldéric of Beaumont, who every year since my 16th birthday had proposed to me over and over again – only to be rejected every time.

I took a deep breath and walked inside the parlor, my suspicion being confirmed when I saw the fine duke seated in one of my father's chairs with a glass of red wine in his hand. He ran his fingers through his midnight black, shoulder-long hair and moved his pair of green-grayish eyes towards me.

A smile formed on Aldéric's lips and he immediately put his glass down and walked up to me, greeting me politely before revealing the reason of his attendance.

"My lovely Maeva, it's always delightful to meet you and allow me to be the first of many men to wish you happy birthday," he said and held my hand a little longer than I wanted him to. But I thanked him and glanced at my father, who wore a grin on his face I was almost too afraid to ask what meant precisely. "Your father and I were just talking about all the suitors who have shown up tonight."

"Oh, have you now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at my father to let him know how immensely annoyed I was at him right now. "Well, then I presume that you are here as well as a suitor tonight."

"Actually, I have some wonderful news, my dear," Father said and nodded to Aldéric, who left and went downstairs to the others. "I have talked with young Aldéric and he has expressed how deeply he has wanted to marry you the last four years, which is something you never told me."

"Yes, and of very obvious reasons…" I said and sat down on the chair Aldéric had sat on. "He is so… snobbish and only loves me for our fortune and my looks. I want a husband, who loves all of me and that includes my interests and–"

"Maeva," he said firmly and stood up, hands resting on the desk between us. "I understand that you wish to choose your own husband and I have given you the opportunity to do so, but you reject every suitor who comes to you. And since you are not getting any younger, then I have chosen to choose a husband for you. Aldéric."

I stood up now too, eyes widened with aversion flashed all over my face. "Father, I–"

"I am not changing my mind, dear. Tonight I will announce your engagement and you will be kind to your future husband. Do you understand?"

I reluctantly nodded and walked downstairs to the ballroom where the party was held. The ballroom was filled with chattering men of all ages and those of them, who had not come to propose to me, and pushed a stray of long my white-blond hair as I walked inside to them. I was everything else but content tonight and wished to murder Aldéric for revealing his proposals the last four years.

However, a lady did not show that she was upset, so I forced a smile on my lips and went from one relative to another to welcome them and danced with the other suitors in between the welcoming.

After I had welcomed just about everyone, it was my time to show one of my talents and sing to everyone like I always did to my birthday parties. I loved to sing and dance, because it reminded me of the time before my mother became terribly ill and passed away.

It was a time where my mother would sing beautifully, while I danced with my father and enjoyed being a carefree child with no responsibilities, no reputation to protect, and no suitors to worry about.

I deeply missed that time and that was why I chose a morose song tonight. I remembered how my mother used to tell me that even morose songs were beautiful in their own way and that whenever I felt gloomy, then I should just sing about it.

But as I was singing an old French song about everlasting love, I caught the eyes of someone I did not know. He was watching me in the crowd of relatives and suitors with his warm and alluring dark brown eyes, running his fingers through his shoulder-long dark brown colored hair as he caught me looking at him as well.

There was something about him that made my heart flutter and I felt a strong desire to get to know this young man. But when the song finally ended and the crowd was clapping of my performance and walking up to me to comment on my voice, he disappeared for a moment and as he did that I felt my heart drop. My attention was soon taken away by my fiancé, though, who wanted to announce our engagement to everyone.

And after he had done so, he wished to dance with me and only the two of us danced together, while everyone else were standing around us and watching us with what I presumed was mixed feelings. Some were jealous, others were content, and then there was my proud and somewhat relieved father, who was content with the fact that I was finally engaged.

"I cannot describe how… blissful I am about marrying you, Maeva…" Aldéric said as we danced together with our palms pressed to each other. "I truly do love you. You are everything a woman should be like and even more. And I promise you that I will do whatever I can to earn the right to call me your husband, for you are worth everything I have been through to marry you."

I was stunned to hear Aldéric say those words, but even though I cared for him, then his love was nothing compared to his selfishness, arrogance, and greed. I had seen how he treated the people, who were under him and how little he cared about his servants. And I had mostly heard all the gossip about how he tended to wander around with different women every night.

"If I have to love you, then I want you to promise me something," I said when our dance ended and the crowd was once again clapping. "I want you to promise me that you will never be unfaithful to me. Neither whilst we are to be wedded nor whilst we are married."

Aldéric seemed baffled of what I had said, but he nodded and promised me that he would not be unfaithful to me. I knew that I might not be able to trust his word, because he had never held his word to me in the past. He was in a sense just like my father when it came to making promises.

"I will do everything for you," he said before we parted. "You have my word on that."

I watched as Aldéric walked up to his snobbish parents, who were just as horrible as he was, and sighed heavily. My faith had been sealed now and there was absolutely nothing I could do to change that. I didn't know whether to cry or stay strong, but I didn't have to choose because I felt someone poke me on my back and when I turned I saw that it was no other than the young gentleman I had seen before – the one with the warm, dark brown eyes and shoulder-long dark hair.

"Congratulations with your engagement and birthday," he said with a charming British accent. "I am Lord Elijah. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Maeva, and… I must say that you have an exquisite singing voice."

I curtsied politely and thanked him for the compliment as well as the congratulations even though there was nothing to congratulate about of one of them.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Lord Elijah," I said kindly and felt my heart flutter once again when he kissed the back of my hand. The touch of his lips on my skin sent a jolt of excitement through my body and made my cheeks become rosy. "Have you enjoyed your residency in Brussels so far? I am presuming that you are not from around here…"

Elijah smiled and made my body burning with the desire to feel his lips on my skin again. "That is correct and yes, I really enjoy living here and I am honored to work with your father."

"Work?" I did not recall Father ever telling me that someone named Elijah was coming to work with him, but then again, Father never told me much about his work.

"Yes, I will be staying here for the next six months and assist him with his work. I hope that it is not a problem for you?"

I shook my head. I was happy that I would have the chance to get to know him and that he would become more of an acquaintance than a stranger to me.

"In that case, let me be the first to wish you welcome to my home and feel free to ask me of anything you might need to know about Brussels or even just how to please my father."

Elijah chuckled softly and nodded. "Would you like to dance with me, Lady Maeva?"

I smiled beamingly, wanting nothing else but to feel his warm touch. "I most certainly would."

Elijah took my hand and this time I truly was delighted to dance with a Lord, who seemed genuinely nice and lived up to the word 'gentleman'. He might be polite and passive if I compared him to Aldéric, but there was something about his essence, personality, and way of moving that simply astounded me.

Elijah was charming in all the right ways, seemed to be able to look right into my soul, and did not rush. He took his time, enjoyed every second of the moment, and deep inside him I could sense a strong passion for love.

But… there was something else about him that made my instincts telling me to flee and I could sense a certain darkness inside him that controlled this strong passion. I chose to ignore my instincts and simply enjoyed my time with him.

We danced for much longer than what was appropriate now that I was engaged, but we didn't care and didn't look at the staring eyes on us or listened to the gossip around us. Our eyes were locked on each other and I wished more than ever that this dance would continue all night long.

However, I felt another poke on my back and I watched as Elijah's gaze moved from my emerald green eyes to the person, who stood behind me. I reluctantly let go of him and turned to Aldéric, who stood with a mixed facial expression that showed that he was not pleased with me dancing with Elijah and something else that I couldn't figure out what meant.

But when I turned back to Elijah's direction I saw that he was no longer there and I couldn't help but wonder if our time together had just been a dream or a fleeting moment of happiness…

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