If only it wasn't Elijah

by Mai13Rose

She was wedded to Elijah the second oldest son of the Mikaelsons. Some swear that he is a noble man with a special code of honor. Others object that he is a monster one of the worst ever seen walking on this earth and with no mercy for those standing against him. Some women insist he is the most handsome man they ever saw. She knows and rebukes that he's got nothing on his brother.

1. Chapter 1

AN:

First TVD story I ever published. I hope you'll enjoy it and please leave me comments with ideas for the story or constructive criticism. Idon't have a beta-reader so if there is anyone out there, who wants to read through and correct, send a PM.

As to were the story shall lead...well I do have more than one idea. Which means I will need help from you guys to decide. There is going to be a poll once we're a bit into the plot of my fic.

Until than the other half of our main character Irene will be titled as "He/Him".

For all the Elijah fans: I'm sorry, but Irene will never love him as one should love their husband. I do not know as of now if she will ever see him as a friend or if he is going to be an obstacle in her way.

Chapters will be short, because they never seem to get longer. Oh well...on with it! \(*-*)/

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Past, a thousand years ago...

'It seems that it is time again. You can't hide what you do from me, even if it is in the middle of the night. Why...why can't I be enough for you, Elijah!?'

Here she was once more lying still as a rock as her husband stole himself out of their bed and home nearly silently into the night. She tried to stifle her sobs for as long as he was still in their home and making sure not to wake her.

The bed shifted and his steps were steady and rushed but oh so quiet. The last thing she heard from his escape was the door leading into their small cottage or in his case out.

She tried to stop them, but they wouldn't let themselves be undermined. Tears were floating down her cheeks. She was determined to at least drown her sobbing even if those damned tears were impossible to hold back.

Never the first and always the second. Forced not chosen. Irene not Tatja. Elijah not Him.

'I will never be enough, because I will never be Tatia. I will respect our marriage, but I will never respect you, Elijah. I didn't want you either, but sometimes one just has no choice.'

She would have been in a better place if she had married his brother. With him she would have been happy. He would have loved and respected her and in return she would have cherished and accepted him.

'If only it could have been him...if only it wasn't Elijah.'