- Author's Note - Hey, guys! I've had this idea in my head since True Blood was on, but never wrote it out as a story, so here's my attempt to do so!
The role of Elena is played by actress Nina Dobrev. In addition to being the Cover Image for this, I've added links for her to my Profile, as well as links for her Fairy abilities (which are those of Wanda Maximoff, aka the Scarlet Witch, from Marvel), and links to any other original characters, so be sure to check them out! I'll update with more links as I go on, including links for Elena's outfits and such.
With that, I hope you enjoy, and PLEASE take the time to send in a review!
When Elena arrived at Merlotte's Bar & Grill for her shift, clad in her usual uniform of her white t-shirt with the Merlotte's logo, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots, her long silky chocolate brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail, the bottom of which still nearly reached the center of her back, she tucked her stuff away in the safety of Sam's office, donned her apron, and got to work.
The usual class of customers were there tonight. Elena had learned a long time ago that it was best for both herself and them for her to keep her minds from theirs, though, every once and a while, she would read somebody, either from boredom, curiosity, or to get a better tip.
Not that she needed the money. Or this job, to be honest. She was over 150 years old, though eternally in her early 20s physically, and had more than enough funds to live comfortably. But it was all about appearances. Especially in this town.
No one would believe that a young woman was independently wealthy, unless she'd inherited family money, and, in which case, they'd wonder why the Hell she was living in their Southern Podunk town.
Truth be told, Elena would often wonder the same thing. When she'd first come here a few years ago, it was to get away after suffering a tragedy, and she hadn't been back to Bon Temps since her Mother left with her when she was a child back in the 1800s. It was, in many ways, her home.
Despite the fact that her Father's house was rightfully hers, and had sat abandoned and empty for years, she'd still made the choice to move in with Adele Stackhouse, who lived in a fair sized two story house across the cemetery from her family's. The older woman had one Grandson, Jason, that worked Construction, but he had his own place, his parents', who'd died when he was young.
Adele, who's husband was a Fairy, had been a friend of Elena's Mother, and she'd welcomed her daughter into her home when she arrived in Bon Temps a few years ago, looking for a fresh start in the place where she'd been born.
Most of the time, if Elena used her abilities to read the minds of customers to get tips, it was to help out her fellow waitresses, especially Arlene, who had two young children at home. If she learned that the people being served weren't going to leave much extra cash, she'd give them the "persuasion" they needed in the form of sending one of her scarlet hexes into their minds.
Over the several decades Elena had been alive, her Fairy powers had been described in many ways, and she'd been called everything from a "horrifying miracle" to "weird", a "freak", or an "abomination of nature". But nothing changed the fact that she was incredibly powerful and her abilities were seemingly limitless.
When Vampires had "come out of the coffin" a couple of years ago, Elena knew Fae were never do the same. They were already nearly extinct from mere rumors of their existence alone. If they made themselves known, their entire species would be wiped out within a month.
That was another reason Bon Temps had been a good choice for Elena to move to. It was safe. It was a small town, the people in it minded their own business, at least when it came to the World outside the City Limits, and, as far as she knew, there had never been any Vampires in it. Because, after all, why would anybody who wasn't born there and felt an obligation to stay want to live there?
Elena picked up the tray of food and beverages from the counter that looked into the kitchen, where Big John and Lafayette worked, then turned, and made her way into the dining area.
She could feel Sam's eyes on her as she walked from where he stood behind the bar and she bit back a smile. She didn't need to read him either to know what was transpiring in his mind.
Elena really liked Sam. He was the kindest person in this town, aside from Adele Stackhouse, and he was different, just like Elena. Well, not just like her. The two had become very good friends not long after he hired her and they could tell the other was something special.
Elena had found out Sam's secret by accident. After a particularly bad night about 6 months ago, she'd gone outside to cry, and a dog, a stray she assumed, had approached her, laid its head in her lap, and looked up at her with concern in its eyes. She knew animals could be smart, but this was different, so she had entered the dog's mind, and been floored to find Sam in it.
He had confided to her later, after Merlotte's had closed, and she came to his trailer behind the restaurant, that he was a Shapeshifter. He'd told her she was the only person in town and one of the few in the World who knew. He'd wanted to tell her from the day they met, since he could tell she was "Supernatural" like him, but years of keeping his secret so close to his chest had stopped him.
Elena reciprocated and told him she was a Fairy. Neither got into much detail about the specifics of what they could do, but the conversation that night had progressed their relationship even further. They were now more than friends, more than a Boss and his Employee, but they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, or whatever you wish to call it.
Not that Elena didn't realize the extant of Sam's feelings for her. Aside from basically everybody constantly telling her that he was in love with her, she'd been around men and women for more than 150 years, she knew when someone had romantic, or simply sexual, feelings toward her, and she hadn't exactly been virginal over her long life span so far.
But this was Sam. Not only was he her Boss, but they were very close to one another. She did have love for him, but the last person she'd opened her heart to had been taken from her in the cruelest way; murder. She couldn't stand the idea of losing Sam, or really anybody else in her life, but she knew, if he ever did cross that final line between friendship and romance, she wouldn't be able to say, 'No'.
Turning her long silky chocolate brown tressed head, Elena sent Sam a smile and a wink, actions that made him grin in return, as he cleaned one of the bar's glasses, before she focused on delivering the items on the tray she was carrying to their proper tables.
Sam had never had much luck in the romance department, mainly because of him being a Shapeshifter. But he knew he could be himself with Elena, who wished he could realize how handsome and sexy and kind and amazing he was, as he still sometimes had his adorable shyness with women about him.
After delivering a large glass mug of beer to a heavy set man sitting by himself, Elena continued on with ketchup for a couple, the woman of which was giving the man quite the disgusted look as she ate her fries, but she kept her mind to herself, and walked over to where three young males were at one of the booths.
"All right, here we go, gentlemen," Elena said to them as she arrived, offering them a smile, before beginning to hand out their orders. "Club sandwich, burger medium rare, and a shrimp salad. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"Oh, I can think of quite a few things, darlin'," one of them grinned, while he looked up and down Elena's body, causing his two friends to chuckle.
Nothing new here. In fact, Elena probably would've died of shock had a shift passed where she wasn't hit on or simply objectified by customers, so she was more than used to it.
"Elena!" she heard Sam's voice calling, and she looked over to see him, behind the bar, holding up the receiver end of the restaurant's phone to her, indicating she had a call, so she nodded in understanding to him, before returning her attention to the three men, and giving them a fresh soft smile.
"I'll let you get to your meals," Elena said politely.
Turning around, she'd only taken about a full step away from the booth, when the man who'd spoken to her reached out, and swiftly slapped his hand on her butt, bringing her to a dead halt, as he and his friends laughed, high fiving one another behind her back.
Elena closed her eyes, hiding the fact that the normally chocolate brown orbs had instinctively flashed brilliant scarlet for a second, as her instincts to reciprocate kicked in, but she took in a deep breath, then released it, the action causing a wave of calm to surround her, and keep her from lashing out against the man.
When she opened her eyes, she could see Sam, and he looked ready to come out from behind the bar, but she sent him a soft smile of comfort and reassurance, as she walked over to him, placing her now empty tray onto the counter.
"I'm all right," she said to him, holding one of her hands out for the phone.
"Okay, but you know you're already forgiven for turning this place into a bloodbath someday," Sam replied, causing Elena to laugh sweetly, as he placed the receiver in her outstretched limb. "It's Davina."
Davina was the younger sister of Andy and Portia Bellefleur, and was expecting her first child with her husband who was currently overseas, serving in the Military. She ran a floral shop and the two of them lived in an apartment above it. She'd been put on bed rest two weeks prior, after a scare with the baby, and Elena had told her to call her anytime, anywhere, if she needed anything, and, if she were at work, not to bother trying her cell phone, just to call the restaurant directly, something she'd made sure was all right with Sam, which it was. Davina had been Elena's first friend upon moving to Bon Temps, aside from Adele Stackhouse and Sam, of course.
"Thanks again for being so understanding, Sam," Elena replied.
'Oh, don't worry about it, chère," said Sam, with one of his adorable smiles. "Even a pregnant woman on bed rest doesn't abuse the privilege like Arlene does."
"Hey! I heard that!" came an angry voice, causing Elena and Sam to look over to see the aforementioned redhead passing by with a full tray.
"Well, I wish you would hear that," responded Sam to the woman.
"Please, Sam," Arlene said in her heavy Southern accent. "I have kids."
Elena shifted to lean back against the bar counter, as she raised the phone to the side of her beautiful face. "Hey, D. Everything okay?"
"Aside from the fact that I'm going stir crazy in this bed? Yes, everything's fine," came the fellow young woman's voice on the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Elena replied with a gentle sigh. "Being pregnant is both a blessing and a curse. Do you want me to come over after work?"
"If you're not too tired, that'd be wonderful," said Davina.
"No problem," Elena said. "Do you want me to bring you something to eat? Are you craving anything in particular?"
"Actually, some of those zesty onion rings Lafayette makes would be great," responded Davina. "If he doesn't mind."
"You're way too polite for this town, D," Elena laughed softly. "Onion rings it is. Anything else?" Shifting a bit on her feet, she spotted Sam out of the corner of her eye, and smiled. "How about one of Sam's World famous smoothies?"
"Again, if he doesn't mind," Davina began.
"Would you stop?" Elena giggled. "Of course he won't mind." She lifted her gaze to Sam and quirked a dark brow at him. "Would you, Sam?"
"Of course not," Sam replied, walking the couple of steps over to where Elena leaned against the counter, then leaning in to speak into the phone. "Same as before, Davina? A mix with extra peach?"
"Yes, thank you so much, Sam," said Davina, while he and Elena had a moment where they realized how close their faces were to one another, and both flicked a glance at the other's lips, as their heartbeats simultaneously picked up, before Sam straightened, causing Elena to smile softly, as she returned her attention to her friend on the phone. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
"Well, lucky for you, you won't ever have to find out," Elena replied. "I'll see you in a few hours, D."
"Bye," Davina said.
Elena handed Sam back the receiver, but, before either could say anything, as the latter hung it back up on the wall, Dawn, one of the other waitresses, approached the bar.
"Mack and Denise Rattray are just about to sit down in your section, sugar," she said to Elena, who looked over to see the couple.
Denise was adjusting her top and the breasts barely contained in its shimmering material, and Mack soon roughly smacked her butt, causing Denise to spin around, hitting him in the chest, as she exclaimed, "What the fuck?"
"And just when I was thinking my night couldn't get any better," Elena sighed, turning back to face the counter.
"Don't let them get to you, chère," Sam said. "They're not worth it."
Elena smiled softly at his words, and the use of his familiar nickname for her, before she pulled her dupe pad and pink pen from her apron, and headed over to the last booth in the row against the wall, keeping her mind from the Rattrays' as she did so.
"What can I get you two tonight?" she asked them, pasting a soft smile onto her beautiful face, while she came to a halt by their table, ignoring the look Mack was flicking up and down her body, which made her stomach churn.
"Well, why don't we start out with a pitcher of Bud?" the man grinned, biting his bottom lip, as he finally unglued his eyes from her chest, and looked up into her face.
"Okay," Elena replied, jotting that down on her dupe pad. "Anything else?"
"Onion rings," said Denise, oblivious to her husband's actions. "With mustard."
"You got it," Elena smiled, before turning on her heel, and swiftly marching off toward the kitchen, continuing to keep her mind to herself, though she could feel the couple's eyes on hers, as she walked away.
Upon reaching the counter, she pulled the top paper off of her dupe pad, and pinned it to the order wheel above, before resting her arms on the cool steel, as she looked in on Lafayette working his magic on the food.
"Two orders of onion rings, please," she said to him. "One's for Davina, the other's for the Rattrays, so you can drop a few of those on the floor."
"You got it, Ellie," Lafayette responded, before looking over at the beautiful brunette. "How's that sweet little thing doin', anyway?"
"Going stir crazy, but otherwise she's good," said Elena, then offering him a smile and a sparkling eyed look. "She's craving some zesty Lafayette onion rings."
"Shit, I'm gonna put so much extra fire in them rings, that baby's gonna come out dancing," Lafayette replied with his own glittering gaze, causing Elena to giggle, before turning to get the pitcher of beer from Sam at the bar.
"Would you fill me up a pitcher of Bud, please, Sam?" she asked him, taking up her previous position at the counter.
"Sure thing, chère," Sam replied, grabbing one of the large items, and stepping in front of the beer fountain to fill it, flicking a glance over at Elena, as he did so. "I take it your night's not getting any better."
Elena shrugged her slender shoulders. "I guess it could be worse."
"Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to improve it for you," Sam said, before realizing he did, and his adorable shyness took over his handsome face, as he looked down at the pitcher he was filling, while a bright smile began to tug at the corners of Elena's lips.
"I will be sure to do that, Boss," replied Elena, confidently looking at him, when he came over to hand her the readied item, and Sam smiled sweetly back at her, as he met her brown eyes with his own blue.
The door to the front of the restaurant opened and Elena's dark brow furrowed when her mind was met with silence from whoever it was, before her heart skipped a beat, when she realized what it meant. The person was a Vampire.
Turning her head, she saw him. He was tall, lean, but muscled, with blue eyes, and dark brown hair that was hanging down over his forehead. He wore black shoes, black pants, a white Henley, and a dark grey jacket.
The man took up the booth in front of the Rattrays', sitting so that he faced the bar, and Elena's heart skipped another beat, when he immediately lifted his gaze, and met hers. What she wasn't expecting what the look of surprise that took over his face at the sight of her.
"Well, it just got worse," Elena sighed, shifting to tear her gaze away from the man, and return it to Sam.
"What do you mean?" he inquired, as he flicked his gaze from her to the man, not at all liking the way he was looking at Elena.
"He's a Vampire," she explained, and Sam's handsome face fell, while she reached out to pick up the pitcher of beer.
"Elena, wait," Sam said, reaching out to gently grasp her arm, as she turned to walk over to the booths. "I can take him, if you want."
"It's all right, Sam," Elena replied, sending him a soft smile. One of the things she'd told him about being Fairy was that Vampires were basically their natural enemy, and were responsible for the species nearly being extinct. "I can take care of myself. And I know you've got my back."
"Always," Sam nodded, an action Elena returned, before she continued on, walking past the Vampire's table to deliver the pitcher to the Rattrays, before moving back to stand by his booth, doing her best to calm the fast pace her heart was beating at upon being so close to him. It'd been a few years since she'd had to deal with a Vampire.
"What can I get for you tonight?" Elena asked, pulling her dupe pad and pink pen from her apron, while offering the man her usual soft smile.
"Josette," the Vampire breathed, as he gazed up at her with a look of awe and wonder on his pale handsome face.
"Um, no, Sir," Elena said, even as she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Josette was her Mother's name and she was always told she was her mirror image. But how did this man, this Vampire, know her Mother? "You must be mistaken."
"Josette, it's me," the man continued, shifting in his sitting position, so that he looked like he was going to reach out, and touch her. "It's William."
Elena took an instinctive step back away from him, and the Vampire seemed to get the hint, when her brown eyes flashed scarlet, having not been able to hide it this time, so he retracted the cool pale limb he'd been extending toward her.
"I'll, uh. . . I'll be right back," she said, before swiftly turning on her heel, and marching off, the man gazing after her, as she did so, and she heard Mack Rattray begin talking to him, before she disappeared in the back, heading for Sam's office, which she quickly shut herself in.
Leaning back against the closed door, Elena's mind was awhirl with thoughts. The Vampire had called her 'Josette', her Mother's name. She looked exactly like her Mother. And he said his name was William.
"Oh, my God," Elena breathed, as realization dawned, and her eyes slipped closed, causing a single tear to glide down her cheek.
"Elena?" came Sam's sudden voice from the other side of the door, startling her out of her thoughts. "Elena, you okay?"
Taking in a deep breath, then releasing it, Elena lifted a hand, and wiped away her tear, before pushing off of the door, which she turned to open, offering Sam a soft smile, when he was revealed on the other side.
"Sorry, I just needed a minute," she said.
"Are you okay?" Sam repeated, gazing at her in concern. "Did the Vampire say something to you?"
"No," Elena replied, with a gentle shake of her head, her long silky chocolate ponytail softly swishing back and forth across her shoulder blades. "I just haven't had to deal with a Vampire in a long time."
"You want me to take him?" Sam offered again.
"No," Elena said, moving out of the office, then placing her hands on Sam's shoulders, and leaning up to press a kiss to his scruffy cheek. "No, I got this. Thank you, Sam."
Brushing past the man, she took in another deep breath, then released it, further composing herself, before she rounded the corner, and came to a halt, at the sight of the Rattrays now sitting with the Vampire.
Opening her mind up, for the first time of the night, Elena sought out the husband and wife couple sitting with William, and her heart skipped a beat when she found them thinking about blood, his blood, collecting it and selling it.
"Shit," Elena breathed, as she took off walking once more, swiftly striding over to the table, where she offered the three a soft smile, while they all looked up at her, and the Vampire actually appeared happy and relieved to see her. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but can I get you three anything else?"
"No, we're fine, honey," said Mack.
Elena saw the way Denise was looking at William, and read her again. She was now adding up how much blood the Vampire could have in him and how much she and Mack could get for it in Dallas, $10,000.
"Well, I'm going to bring you a fresh pitcher of beer," Elena spoke up, thinking on her feet, and shifting her brown gaze over onto William's blue one, as she continued, gazing firmly at him. "And it's on the house. So, don't go anywhere."
Turning on her heel, she walked off, and disappeared into the back once more, where she leaned back against the nearest wall out of view. Closing her eyes, she lifted both slender hands, and rubbed them up and down her beautiful face, as she thought about what to do.
If she were wise, she'd stay out of this. He wasn't worth her life. But, at the same time, he was her business, and, despite everything, she knew she couldn't let anything happen to him.
"You okay, gorgeous?" came Lafayette's voice, and Elena opened her eyes to see him gazing at her through the kitchen serving window.
"Yes," Elena replied, quickly pasting a soft smile onto her face. "Yes, I'm fine."
"All right," said Lafayette, before nodding at the basket on the counter he was leaning on. "Well, your onion rings are ready. I'll make Davina's around quittin' time, so they're nice and fresh."
"Thanks, LaLa," Elena said, pushing off of the wall, and grabbing the item, before turning to face the main dining room, her eyes immediately falling upon the booth William and the Rattrays had been at, and it was empty. "Shit!"
Elena set the basket of onion rings down on the drink area, then reached down to pull off her apron, and toss it to join the item, before she went running out the front door.
"Elena!" Sam called from behind the bar, his brow furrowed in confusion and worry, even as he reached down to began taking off his own apron.
When Elena got outside, no one was in sight. The only thing filling the parking lot were people's cars and trucks. Coming to a halt, she quickly thought over her options once more. The only way she was going to be able to take on the Rattrays, especially if they were hopped up on Vampire blood, was to use her abilities. If they were already draining William, he wouldn't be able to help, especially since Mack and Denise seemed to know what they were doing, so they'd probably incapacitated him with silver.
Making a decision, once more knowing she wouldn't be able to live with herself if something happened to him, she sought out with her mind, closing off any lingering sounds that might be coming from inside the bar, and simply reaching for that familiar tug of a Human's working brain, which was really giving the Rattrays too much credit.
She read Denise's thoughts and looked over to see they were coming from the large group of trees that cars, including Elena's, were parked around. She ran toward the area, slowing down once she got closer, so they wouldn't hear her coming, if they weren't too caught up in their own lust and greed.
Summoning a hex to her right hand, the brilliant scarlet swirls wound around the limb, snaking through her slender fingers, as she came around the nearest tree, and found William on the ground, a long thin silver chain laid over his neck and wrists, while his fangs were out, as Denise did the draining, and Mack paced back and forth, complaining about how he needed a fix.
The Vampire heard Elena coming, and looked over to see her, his blue eyes widening at the appearance of one of her hands, but he remained silent, and, a second later, she made herself known.
Lifting her hand, her hex took hold of a spare piece of tubing, and raised it up off of the ground, where it swiftly wrapped into place around Mack's neck, tightening to the point where his oxygen was caught off, and he fell to his knees, gasping for air, while his arms instinctively lifted to try and pull the tubing off.
William gazed in shocked surprise up at her, while Denise looked over from where she was draining him, and her eyes widened in horror at the scene that met them.
"You fucking freak!" she exclaimed to Elena. "I knew people were right about you."
"Congratulations on that," Elena replied, just before Denise went for her back pocket, presumably to get a weapon, and she swiftly lifted her free hand, which produced another hex, that took hold of the woman's limb, beginning to painfully bend it backward, causing her to cry out in agony, as she started to go to her knees too. "Now get out."
"What the fuck are you doing to me, you cunt?" Denise gasped out.
"The very least that I can actually do to you, so you'd be wise to accept your losses, and get out of here now," Elena warned.
With that, she gave her hand a swift flick, and simultaneously released her hold on Denise's wrist, but took the energy that had been around it to harshly shove her back, away from William.
Denise landed on her butt in the dirt, where she gazed in complete and utter rage up at Elena, who was still holding the tubing tight around Mack's neck.
"I'll kill you for this," she growled, as she got to her feet, and moved forward once more, making a grab for what of William's blood they'd already collected.
From Elena's free hand came a fresh scarlet hex, this one forming a small shield wall between the product and Denise. "The only thing you're leaving with tonight is your pervert husband. Now, go."
Denise shot the beautiful young brunette a last glare, before grabbing her purse up off of the ground, then reaching out to grab Mack by the shoulder. Elena loosened the tubing around the man's neck enough to allow him to get up, and follow after his wife, as she ran as fast as she could out of the parking lot.
Relaxing a bit, Elena shifted her attention onto William, and cautiously moved forward, using a light hex to pull the long thin silver chain free from over his wrists and neck, then watching as the seared flesh areas quickly healed, causing his fangs to retract.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Elena was just about to turn, and head back inside; she'd done what she'd set out to do, save his life, her job was done; when the headlights of a car suddenly lit up where she stood, and her instincts kicked in, as Denise Rattray came charging at her and William in her car with Mack.
Swiftly summoning a hex, Elena knocked the Vampire back into the grove of trees with it, while she herself jumped out of the way, as the woman's angry voice called out a final threat to her, before angrily driving off.
Sighing softly, Elena watched until she could no longer see the car, before shifting her attention back onto William, who was leaning against one of the thick tree trunks, gazing up at her in continued awe.
"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner," she said to him, as she walked into the grove, and came to a halt near him. She knew she was safe. He'd been drained a fair bit, and therefor couldn't attack her, not that she really believed he would anyway, so she fell into a crouch before him. "But I did tell you not to go anywhere, so this is partly on you."
William didn't say anything, merely went on looking up at her like she was some kind of Angel, but, before she could speak further, a handsome medium sized brown and white dog came running up to them, and Elena sighed softly at the sight of Sam in his preferred animal form, the very same one he'd been in when she'd learned the dog was actually him six months ago.
Sam barked at the Vampire, but Elena connected her mind to his, and conveyed a watered down version of what had happened, then assured him she was all right.
Sugary sweet giggles escaped her, when Sam moved over to her, and licked the side of her beautiful face several times in a show of relief, before barking at William a bit more, then running off, telling Elena, through their mind connection, that he'd be inside if she needed him.
"Friend of yours?" the Vampire finally spoke up in question, and Elena jumped a bit in surprise, before turning her gaze down onto him from where she'd been watching Sam disappear around the back of the restaurant to shift back into himself.
"Yes," Elena responded.
"Thank you," William said, as he reached over to undo the belt tourniquet the Rattrays had placed on his arm, after slicing through the material of his white Henley's sleeve. "You saved my life, Josette."
Sighing softly, Elena flicked her gaze up onto the tree canopy, before returning it to the man's handsome pale face. "I'm not Josette. Josette was my Mother's name. My name. . . is Elena."
She unknowingly held her breath, as she watched the emotions play out on William's visage. First confusion, then thought, followed by realization, when he lifted his eyes from where he'd looked down at the ground, as he'd mulled over the information.
"Oh, my God," he breathed, placing both hands on the ground, and using the hold to push himself up into a sitting position, as a smile began to alight his face, and his blue eyes began to take on a sparkle. "Elena. You're still alive. The last time I saw you, you were a child. My God, you look so much like your Mother."
William lifted his hands, reaching out for her, but Elena swiftly moved back, away from him, her chocolate brown eyes flashing scarlet, while hexes instinctively formed on one of her slender limbs, causing him to stop.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. You have to know I would never hurt you, Elena."
"I don't have to know anything," Elena replied. "The last time I saw you, you were Human, and that was over 100 years ago. Now, you're a Vampire."
"Yes, that I am," said William, before his handsome face lit up in further joy. "But you remember me?"
"I do," answered Elena. "I remember you abandoning my Mother, marrying a Human, and going off to war, where you died."
A soft sigh slipped past William's lips, as he averted his gaze to the ground for a moment, before lifting it back to her. "You make it all sound so simple when you say it like that. Where is your Mother?"
"She's dead," Elena replied, and his face fell at that information. "Thanks to your kind."
"I'm so sorry, Elena," William said. He wished to reach out and touch her, to hold her, so badly, but after what he'd witnessed her doing to the couple who'd been draining him, he didn't dare. "I loved your Mother, very much. I loved you too. I still do."
He met Elena's brown eyes with his own blue as he spoke his last words and she found herself momentarily taken aback, before she gently shook her head, and began to rise to her feet.
"I have to get back to work," she said.
William reached out, moving so quick that he used some of his advanced speed to do so, and gently grasped Elena's nearest wrist.
"Don't go," he said, causing her to look down at him, and the hold he had on her arm. "Please."
"I'm sorry," Elena said, gently pulling her hand free of his grasp. "I can't. Have a good night, William."
Stepping out of the grove of trees, she made her way back to the restaurant, and a soft smile lit up her beautiful face, at the sight of Sam waiting for her, back in his Human form and clothing.
"Elena," he breathed in relief, as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Are you all right?"
"No," Elena replied, coming to a halt in front of him, her chocolate eyes noticeably shining with a light layer of tears. "Not really."
"Come here, chère," Sam said, reaching out to wrap his arms around Elena, and using the hold to pull her against his warm muscled body, where she lifted her slender limbs to lay up the length of his back, as she rested her chin on his shoulder. "What happened?"
"I know him, Sam," Elena replied, as she fought back her tears.
"Who? The Vampire?" asked Sam, his brow furrowed, when the two pulled back enough from their hug to look at each other. "Elena, how?"
"He's my Father," Elena shrugged, her chocolate brown orbs shimmering in the moonlight.
Sam's confusion only grew at her words, but he knew that she wasn't lying, that what she was saying about the Vampire was true, and that any and all questions he had on the subject could wait. So, he merely pulled her back into his arms, and continued to hold her, as she buried her beautiful face into his shoulder, crying softly.
After work, Elena went over to Davina's place, delivering her the onion rings and smoothie from Merlotte's. Her friend could see she was a bit frazzled, but, thankfully, Elena was able to convince her it was just exhaustion from work. She stayed with Davina for a bit, before heading home to Adele Stackhouse's.
Entering through the side screen door, as it was the closest to where the cars were parked, she hung up her keys and purse on the hooks inside, before stepping into the kitchen, where she found the kind elder lady sitting at the table, in her nightgown, reading a book, with her cat Tina, a dark grey British Shorthair, in her lap.
"Hello, Gran," Elena smiled at her. It was often quite funny to the two that Elena was actually much older than Adele, and, after living with her a few years, plus being around Jason, her Grandson, whenever he was here, she'd become accustom to calling her 'Gran', which was perfectly fine with the elder woman.
"Hey there, sweetheart," Adele replied, smiling sweetly at the girl who, despite being older than her by at least close to 100 years, was physically the same age as Jason, actually younger, so she had no problem seeing her as the Granddaughter she never had. "How was work tonight?"
The gentle smile faded from Elena's beautiful face, as she moved around the table, and over to the fridge, from which she fetched a bottle of water. "Uh, it was fine."
"Uh-oh. What happened, honey?" asked Adele, following the brunette with her eyes, which were behind her reading glasses.
"Nothing," Elena said, giving her head a gentle shake, as she lifted the bottle to her lips for a drink, before offering the elder woman the strongest smile she could muster. "Just an eventful night at Merlotte's, same as always." Gently clearing her throat, while Adele looked at her as though she didn't quite believe her, but was kind enough to drop the subject, she took another sip from her bottle, before moving over to Mrs. Stackhouse, and leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. "I'll let you get to bed now."
"Okay, honey," responded Adele, kissing the brunette's cheek in return, then going back to her book to mark her spot before she did so. "I just stayed up until you came home."
Elena sent Mrs. Stackhouse one last smile, before heading upstairs to her room.
Upon entering, Elena pulled off her boots, allowing herself to fully relax for the first time since William had entered Merlotte's tonight, and, as she did so, a calming silence fell upon her mind.
She was just about to undress, and get into her PJs, when her mind was hit with the same eerie silence it had been earlier, as her Father stepped into her place of work.
Looking toward the window, which was open to allow the cool night breeze inside, she knew what she was going to see when she gazed outside, but she still walked over to it, and, sure enough, standing below, in the glass, looking right up at Elena in the window, was William.
She gazed back at him for a bit, her heartbeat having instinctively picked up at first, but slowed back to normal over the time she looked down at her Father.
Elena flicked a glance over at her bed, and, when she returned her gaze outside, William was gone, causing her to breathe a sigh of relief, before she even realized it. She was his child, whom he hadn't seen in over 100 years, and whom had saved his life tonight. She had to believe he was just keeping an eye on her, being a protective Father.
But, as Elena undressed, and got into her PJs, then crawled into bed, she couldn't help but wonder if, after so much time, and so much change in him, could William really still be a Father to her?