Short vignette that is hopefully the first of many pertaining to Elijah, as he is one of my favourite Vampire Diaries characters. It's always the underdog villains...
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There's a howl that echoes through the night, hanging poignantly in the air for close to a minute before the forest is silent once more.
He knows they are there; ghosts in the shadows bearing down upon him. But a vampire feels no fear. If he does, he is consumed. So he feels nothing. The wolves of the night and the moon cannot harm him.
They seem to call to him; beckoning him to his death with every passing moment. The silence and the cold and every moment a step closer to the inevitable end. But who will leave alive?
A crackle of a branch trodden underfoot; a heartbeat past his ear, and he turns. But the wolf is not there. It has passed and hidden itself in the shadows once more.
So he waits. The vampire waiting for the wolf. Calling to it, wishing for it to show itself.
Only so that he may destroy it.
But the stakes are high; one bite from a werewolf and the vampire is no more. So he must not let it bite. Must not allow it chance, must not show his weakness. He must destroy it before it is able to destroy him.
Elijah, the wind whispers all around, the vampire who stood against the wolf.
The first vampire to stand against the wolf. And he will live to tell the tale. Or so he insisted, once. So very long ago now, it seems. There were vampires all around then.
And now he stands alone in the forest, waiting for the end to come. It seems so less plausible now that he will walk away the victor, let alone leave at all.
Should he leave this place victorious the vampires will tell stories of him for the rest of time. If he dies here tonight there will be no stories. Only a forgotten creature who never lived to make his name remembered.
So he must win. He must kill the wolf.
Another howl, cracking through the silence in the fissures, and then he sees it. Standing so close now, watching him from the shadows. Eyes glinting in the moonlight.
And so it came to pass, on the full moon, that the vampire did oppose the wolf.
The wolf moves, blazing through the trees like fire across gasoline, and Elijah lurches forward to meet it.
The forces meet, unbreakable and immortal. The unstoppable force and the immovable object.
They move so quickly the battle ends in seconds, one falling to the other in moments, though many tactics have been utilised and weaknesses sought.
Blood drips from the defeated fighter's heart, which sits perched in Elijah's palm. The victor of ages, remembered through eternity for his achievement that full moon.
And silence falls over the forest once more.
And so it came to pass on this night that the vampire did defeat the wolf, paving way for all those who follow in his footsteps.
