As Elijah sat on the balcony overlooking New Orleans he thought of Katherine. Left behind in Mystic Falls. He felt horrid, but knew that his family was and always would be his first priority. He could not run away with Katerina no matter how much he had wanted to. When she had said this before his farewell, he had almost accepted. Almost left with her. He still wished he could. He called his siblings family, and by blood they were but he knew that they were not a real family. No anymore. Niklaus had grown power-hungry and corrupt, malicious. Rebekah loathed their whole family, she hadn't even joined them. Their other brothers were dead, as were their mother and father. After the past few stressful days Elijah had managed to escape it all and sit upon this terrace. The moon was full, pregnant in the sky. Casting a warm white glow over him. The memory of another full moon, in another lifetime it seemed, filled his mind. When Katherine had still been Katerina Petrova, the sweet human girl he had fallen madly for.
They were sitting in the field behind the Mikaelson mansion, Katerina kept flattening her skirts, a nervous gesture Elijah had come to adore. He smiled and brushed a lock of her hair back, her eyes flickered to his and a playful light glowed deep within them.
"Mr. Mikealson. The neighbours will surely talk." She said this lightly her Bulgarian accent clipping the words in certain places as she spoke. They both knew that no one would see them this far from the grand house. Their own secluded paradise, for the moment. He smiled crookedly, a smile only she could bring out from him. She made him feel like a lovesick puppy, a boy. When he was a man of over 500 years.
"My apologies Miss Petrova, we wouldn't want that." His hand moved down to touch hers gently, his thumb brushing over her pale wrist. She was so petite, so lovely. He wished to kiss her, but knew that that would surely cross a line. She was his brothers. She was looking up at the moon, it was quite large in the sky tonight when they both heard the faint howl of a lone wolf in the distance. Elijah's eyes flickered towards the forest edge across the field, her worried Katerina would be frightened. But she wasn't, she glanced over at him.
"Why do you think the wolf howls at the moon?" Her question caught him off guard; she always seemed to do that. Kol often pestered him about his attachment to her, a mere human. His brows knitted together in thought, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips. After a moment of silence he looked back towards the lovely girl with her beautiful auburn locks and flush cheeks.
"Maybe he is lonely, so he calls in an effort to reach out to others of his kind." Elijah shrugged. "Folklore says that the moon holds magical properties, perhaps it extends the wolfs call?" This was all guess work, though the part about to moon holding certain powers was true. Witches used it to increase their strength for certain spells. Not that Katerina knew any of this; she was blind to the shadow world he was a part of.
"Maybe. Or maybe the wolf is in love with the moon and each month it cries for a love it will never touch." Her voice was soft, her gaze had returned to the glowing orb in the sky.