I can't believe I was doing this, it was stupid irresponsible and beyond all dangerous. But I had to do this. I needed answers, Katherine had only told me about her theories about Elijah, to me they didn't add up. The dagger coated in white oak ash lay deep in Elijah's heart; personally I was appalled and proud that I'd killed the second oldest vampire in existence. Death, the past few years have been full of it. I had succeeded in killing the original and now I was resurrecting him, Stefan would never agree with what I'm doing, nor would Damon for the matter. No one must know what I'm doing, I thought to myself. With a wary look around the room and out the cell door, I pulled out the dagger. I held it tightly in my hand, as well as a vervain bomb, which I knew wouldn't do him much damage from previous experience, but it could slow him down if he got mad.
Slowly the grey dead skin returned to the creamy skin I learned to fear. His eyes shut and opened to the normal hazel colour. Elijah hissed as he saw me and immediately leapt up and edged towards me. I held the dagger up; he hissed again and sat down. "Elena, you are quite naive. Unlike your precious Salvatore brothers, I will hurt you without a second thought. You're being silly and very unlike Katerina who would have never put herself in this situation. Obviously you have no self-preservation." Elijah said. I didn't listen to him, he was only trying to make me on edge and nervous, I had to stay calm. "I want answers. I know about Katherine and Klaus, and her life in Bulgaria. But I know nothing about you. I need to know Elijah, why do you want to kill Klaus? Do you dream of being feared or something like that...?" I trailed off, his presence was putting me on the edge. He laughed a quiet laugh, "Wouldn't you like to know Elena? You doppelgangers are all the same, too curious for your own good. Surely you would have learnt from Katherine that you should stay away from the likes of me. Atleast she learnt to fear me." I shook my head and stood up from my crouch.
"Elijah. I want the truth, if you don't tell me I will use this dagger to kill myself. I'm not afraid of death. Not anymore." The sudden realisation of my new bravery and invincible feelings shocked me and I felt high and powerful. Elijah sensed this, "I will tell you lovely Elena. But you need to hear someone else's past before mine." I laughed
"Don't try to wheedle your way out of this Elijah, as soon as you do something rash I will kill myself. I'm in control here." Wow, I sounded like Katherine. Elijah shook his head and laughed a millennium plus year old laugh, it sounded tired and weary. "I'm not lying, Elena. You need to meet Emiliya. Emiliya Petrova. Although she calls herself Emily Pierce now days."
I lay against the door my eyes closed and was breathing quietly, when I peeped through my lashes I saw Elijah staring at the ceiling, I didn't really know why he didn't overpower me and escape. Obviously he wanted to see this Emiliya girl. After twenty minutes there was a light rap on the door, I held the dagger close to me and opened the door. The person behind the door was stunning, About an inch taller than me with long limbs and almost the exact shade of skin as me- hers was a degree paler- her hair was the same colour as Katherine and I's but hers was not curly like Katherine, nor straight like mine, it was a beautiful combination of the two, perfectly wavy. I almost expected her to have the same eyes as me, as she looked so similar in all other areas. She didn't, her eyes were the most stunning part of her, rich deep blue eyes that sparkled. She threw me with inhuman strength aside and leapt at Elijah. The two embraced briefly, "Elena, this is Emiliya. Emiliya, Elena." Elijah gestured to both of us, I nodded woodenly at Emiliya whilst rubbing my hand from where she grabbed and threw me. "Sorry about that." Her voice was beautiful, sweet and pure a strange accent though, I'd never heard of it before. "I did kill Elijah. If someone killed Stefan I would probably stake them." I said trying to lighten the mood, it didn't. Emiliya's eyes widened and turned the vampire-ish red I'd rarely seen on Stefan. Elijah pulled her back gently caressing her hand, "In Elena's defence, beautiful, she did resurrect me." Emiliya nodded and took a deep breath. Petrova Fire I thought to myself. "Elena would like to know why I want to kill Klaus." Emiliya stiffened, that much was obvious but Elijah continued to speak, "I thought she'd like to hear your part of the story first." Emiliya laughed, "So that's why I'm at the doting Salvatore's house. I'll tell you my story, but I can't say it's all sunshine and happiness." Emiliya said, Elijah frowned.
"When is anything to do with vampires?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. Elijah raised one eyebrow. "Love, Elena. I've seen the way you look when you talk about Stefan. When you're a vampire you can love, really love someone. That's the only happiness that came out of my story." I nodded, "Stefan's the only good vampire thing to me." I said, Emiliya nodded then huffed. "Do you want to know my story or not?