Hello my lovlies~ So I recently started watching the Vampire Diaries, I know I'm literally centuries behind, and there was one character that really stood out to me. Elijah was a character that I really seemed to enjoy so here we are! Story time~ So I will update depending on the reviews that I get because this sotry could take many directions that I would love some feedback on it. Review!

"You know, this little hiking trip wasn't exactly what I had pictured in my mind. Look at me! I'm a sweaty mess that's bound to turn away a skunk, or worse...attract one." Velvet red hair swayed in the summer's warm breeze as a girl of 21 walking through the dense woods of the country. Pale green eyes focused on the dead leaf path ahead and she constantly seemed as though she was swatting away at mosquitos and flies that tried to infest her very skin. "Besides, my hair is being annoying." She mumbled out, swatting once again at stray pieces that tried to blow into her mouth. "It has to be at least 90 out here, not to mention we've strayed far from whatever trail we started out on."

"You're such a complainer! You have hair that reaches your butt! What did you expect? You should know that it's going to be annoying. Braid it or something." Jaymi laughed out. She was the pristine age of 19 and lifelong nature lover. Indoors wasn't an option for the fiery blonde. Hiking, swimming, climbing, or any activity that could be done outside was tackled when it came to her. "Besides, this is my birthday, remember?" Jaymi shot a smirk towards the unhappy girl and tossed her a black hairband. "Here, try this."

"You're lucky I'm even doing this. I told you that I would do something for your birthday and this is it. You should be snapping pictures and posting them to Facebook to see how many people think that they're photo shopped." She giggled out, braiding her never-ending amount of hair. She felt like it was forever long and had contemplated cutting it off several times, but the image of her mother kept popping into her head when the mere thought even occurred.

"You have such beautiful hair, honey. Natural and sweet, just like you."

"Thanks Momma. I get it all from you, you know. Grandma had black hair."

"You're grandmother also wasn't as adventurous as I was when I was younger."

Jaymi laughed at the thought, watching her friend as she zoned out into space while braiding. Her friends probably would think that they were photo shopped. But Jaymi knew in her heart what a good friend she had. All she wanted really was to hang out, so when the subject arose of hiking, she was shocked when she got a yes from her hermit friend. If all Jaymi wanted to do was go hiking, then by the Gods, they were going to go hiking. Even with a few complaints about the bugs, and sticks, and sunburn, Jaymi could only smile as she watched her friend trek the uncharted territories of the backwoods.

"You are so lucky. Any other person and it would have been a straight-up, to the point, not even a stutter, NOPE." Jaymi laughed loud and slung am arm over the girl's shoulder, careful not to pull on her hair. "How are the dreams going? Still seeing Mr. Mystery every night?" Jaymi was the only person that had been disclosed such information. She knew that it made her friend uncomfortable and she feared of what others would think of her.

"Yes! It's so annoying!" Giving out a defeated sigh, the girl flung her head back and looked at the sky. "I don't know what it is. It's been going on for months now, but every time he pops up, it's like he's not even there. He doesn't talk and he doesn't move, he just stands there like a statue."

Jaymi raised an eyebrow and smile. "Ophelia, I wouldn't worry about it too much, you're going to give yourself wrinkles.

"As if! It's starting to make me paranoid! I bumped into a guy at the supermarket the other day and thought I was about to be kidnapped! That's how bad these dreams are!" Ophelia sighed out. She really would rather be watching tv or playing video game right about now. It wasn't that she wasn't active. Far from. She just didn't like the outdoors with all the pollen, and humidity, and smelly creatures that liked to say hi at night by her back porch.

"I wish I knew what he looked like. Maybe I know him or something." Jaymi pondered, giving a glance over to Ophelia's backpack and having a thought spark suddenly. "Come to think of it, didn't you say that you were going to draw him or something?" Ophelia suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking to Jaymi as though she was the smartest person alive.

"Now that you mentioned it, I did draw him. I had woke up in the middle of the night and was too freaked out to go back to sleep, so I drew him. Took me half the night. It's probably not exact but it'll do." Ophelia slung the backpack from her shoulder, displeased with the way it scraped off rather than fell off. She sat it on the crunchy ground and began to dig through it for one of her most prized possessions.

A notebook.

Childish, maybe, but it had many treasured memories in there. Pictures that were drew of her mother, father, brother, best friends, grandparents, and anything else deemed important by the red head. After a few moments of searching a victory phrase was muttered and the notebook came to life. "Ah ha! Found it!"

Ophelia handed it to Jaymi and she quickly began to flip through to the very back. It was the last drawing that had been done by Ophelia. "Wow, he's a hottie. Wish I could dream of that." Jaymi smirked out, giving a playful sigh to her friend. "Mr. Mystery isn't that bad looking."

As she glanced down at the drawing she was amazed with how much detail and precision the Ophelia had. She was an excellent drawer, painter; sculpture and whatever else could be done artistically. She was a true born natural.

"Shut up. Mr. Mystery needs to stay out of my dreams and as far away from me as possible." Ophelia was handed the notebook and she spared a glance at the man that haunted her dreams daily. Dusty brown hair cut to sharp cheeks angled a firm jawline. Intimidating eyes stared at her as she remembered them looking so intently at her in her dreams. A long neck gave way to what she believes to be muscular shoulders and body as they were hidden behind the fine threads of a suit.

"Why'd you draw him in a suit anyways?" Jaymi asked, watching as the notebook was shut and stuffed into the backpack once again. Ophelia almost laughed. "For a man that haunts me he has impeccably good taste in his clothes, I'll give him that much at least." Ophelia giggled.

"Well he's a good looking guy. Maybe it's your secret lover trying to send you a message. A true romance movie that would make!" Jaymi teased. They had begun walking again and Ophelia shot back a playful glare.

"Or maybe it's some stalking doing voodoo witch magic on me so he can find me and kill me. Ever think of that?"

Jaymi rolled her eyes before they widened at the sight before them. It had literally crept up out of nowhere. How they missed it for the longest time they'll never know. A large, rather rundown, house came into view. "Oh wow! Let's take a peek, shall we?" Jaymi began bolting towards the house as Ophelia protested. The house had to be at least early 1800s. Chipped white paint went from top to bottom on old rotting columns, and marble steps led the way up to classic double doors. It was two stories and was threatening to fall down any minute. In its time it was probably a thing of true beauty, elegant and rustic all at the same time.

"Jaymi! Come back here! I don't think that's a good idea! This is the start of a horror movie! Jaymi!" Ophelia screamed out, running to her friend before something really bad happened. She watched as she slung her backpack off and ran up the old steps. One of the double doors was open and as soon as she looked inside, her hand flew to her mouth and she fell to the ground with a scream.

"Jaymi! Jaymi! Slinging her own backpack off, Ophelia ran as fast as her feet would carry her toward he traumatized friend. She ran up the steps and literally slid over to Jaymi, tripping on the leaves that scattered around the marbled floors. "Jaymi! What's wrong!" Grabbing her shoulders, Ophelia began to shake her friend back and forth, the worry becoming clearer as she saw a few tears leak from her eyes.

"I-It's him. Look." She pointed a shaky finger towards the closed door and Ophelia felt her heart skip a beat. No, there just wasn't any possible way. Turning her head to look at where Jaymi was pointing, she scooted back and nearly let out a scream of her own.

"It's the man from your drawing. H-He's even wearing a suit." Jaymi stuttered out. She was nearly too far gone from shock to even speak. "What's wrong with him!"

Taking a deep breath, Ophelia stood, gathering her breathe and courage. She took a few hesitant steps toward the man, inspecting him closely. "You poor thing. Who did this to you?" She whispered to herself. Someone had not liked this man very well. He had literally been impaled to the wall with a broken coat stand. He was anchored in a standing position with his head lulling forward.

Grey skin and veins protruded from his neck and up onto his cheeks. His eyes were open and a dull shade of brown that would never see light again. Ophelia backed away, tending to her friend as well as she knew how. "Jaymi, I need you to breathe ok? Look at him, he's been here awhile. There's nothing we can do for him, only call the police a-"

"And tell them what!" Jaymi suddenly burst out. "Hey, found this dead guy stuck to a door in an old house. Sorry for trespassing by the way, we just thought you should know he's here." Oh she was freaking out bad. She was shaking, her speech was stuttered and slurred, and Ophelia wasn't sure if she could form a coherent thought despite the rant she just had. She was about to speak when Jayme's eyes grew wide and she pointed toward the man once more. "He's moving! He's alive, we have to help him!

Looking back at the man once more, Ophelia saw that his head was starting to rise, and man did he look angry. "Jaymi, I'll hold him up, pull this stupid thing out!" Ophelia quickly darted over to the man and Jaymi began to yank on the wood, trying to dislodge it from the man's stomach.

"You're going to be ok. Sir?" Ophelia tried to talking soothing words to the man and was surprised when she felt something very cold and very hand-like cradling her neck. "W-What..." Suddenly Jaymi managed to pull the wood from the man and she fell backwards onto the floor, the wood clattering and echoing through the empty rooms.

Ophelia and the man fell to a heap on the floor and she immediatly placed and ear to his chest. "Ophelia. H-He's healing. Look at his stomach, look at his skin! He's getting color back." Jaymi noted, still shocked but somehow in disbelief at the man before them.

"Jaymi, call 911, tell-" There it was again. She felt a cold hand on her cheek this time, and the man before her had started to sit up as though nothing was wrong with him.

"I would appreciate if you wouldn't do that, my dear. It's the last thing I want." Jaymi, not able to handle things anymore began to run away towards the stairs. She was stopped just as quickly as she began by the man. He smiled down at her, wiping the dust and dirt from his tattered suit as he did so.

"H-How did you-"

"Shhh." Suddenly the man gripped the side of her neck, bringing her face close to his and allowing his eyes to bore deep into her own hazel ones. "What is your name?" He asked softly.

"Jaymi Rey." Why did she answer him! "My name is Jamie Rey."

"Jaymi Rey, I am Elijah. Stand here until I say so otherwise." Releasing his grip from the girl Elijah looked around for the other, not surprised that she had ran for it. She was somewhere in the house, and even in his newly awoken state it would be easy to find her. He could heart her erratic heartbeat and short breaths.

"I knew this was a bad idea! I hate hiking!" Ophelia thought to herself, praying that whatever this man was, he would just let her be. No she wasn't going to abandon her friend, but if she's caught what good will she be? She currently resided in a small closet, huddled into a far corner with the door shut. She had her hand over her mouth to quiet her harsh breathing and her knees were pulled up to her chest in an effort to blend with the wall.

And then she heard it. The sounds of smooth footsteps could be heard walking down the hallways before turning into the bedroom she was in. "I know you're in here. Do not be afraid of me. I have not killed your friend, nor do I intend to hard you. Come out, please." She heard him say. So that's what he really sounds like. Voice like warm honey trickling with every word. It almost made Ophelia shiver hearing the voice to match the man of her dreams.

Suddenly he turned and directed his attention towards the small closet. He could hear her heart beating like a drum from the other side. "I know you're here." Walking towards the closet, Elijah opened the door, finding the girl at the very back of the closet and huddled as best as she could. He crouched down, extending his arms out and grabbing her, gently pulling her from the closet even though she struggled.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh. Calm yourself, my dear." He spoke. He brought one hand up to the girl's cheek and watched as she closed her eyes, shaking violently as he touched her. "I give you my word that I will not harm you or your friend. Open your eyes."

"N-No. If you're going to kill me then go ahead and do it! Don't drag it out like you are!" Ophelia shouted, shocking the man before her. "Just do it fast." Elijah felt warm tears slipping between his hand and her cheek. Humans are so emotional so quickly, this girl truly believed that he was going to kill her, when in fact all he was going to was tell her to forget about him. Compel her to never remember this little encounter.

"Just open your eyes. I told you I was not going to kill you. I want to thank you for helping me." That last part may have been a lie, but both humans did put in valiant effort to make sure he was alright. He would have been fine on his own but he allowed the humans some sort of help.

Feeling the fear leaving slightly, Ophelia began to open her eyes, her vision blurred through the tears that had escaped. She felt the man brush them away before he looked deep into her eyes. "Tell me your name."

"Ophelia Petrova." Ophelia most certainly did NOT want to say that. She didn't want anything to do with this man anymore. Yes, he's the ones she's dreaming about, but the circumstances in which they met had shot any and all possibilities of friendship out the door. Elijah brought his other hand from her arm up to her other cheek, cradling it softly and smiling down at her, watching her as she was released from him compulsion.

"A Petrova...my dear you do not even realize how special you are."